VERY WELL WORDED, INDEED

He knew this would happen
but he didn’t prevent it
he’s as guilty as satanic witch!

The men are all rap’in
the women are flap’in
and Terry’s still seeking his bytch

Abra’s ahead with a girl in his bed
and terry’s behind with his dog
The girl’s turning red with her legs widely spread
as Abra contributes to flog

No wonder we’re single and seeking
we’re Tom’s who have always been peeping
with devilish looks
in graphical books
whilst respectable men have been sleeping

S1owhand’s afraid to contribute
and mingle with despoiled perverts
but he’s played with his candles
and written of scandals
thus revealing his hysterical coverts

So sing us some blues
let your poetry ooze
and howl with you deep wailing voice

The thread is a muse
and won’t get many views
so no one will know of your choice

I'm not reading this thread, 62!! replies, nuts

Abra, Abra, you are again mistaken my goal to find.
No lady I seek will I ever THINK her a Bltch in MY mind.
That would mean I was a kinky human to mate with a female dog.
And if that were true my friend, I'd be living on your dog blog.
To seek your redemtion and to gain more attention.
You turned into a satanic relic, to amuse and try to panic.
Blame your peeping skills on tempory insanity, just your vanity.
Just bow and hide your face, your poem showed us your place.
Seeking cheap women and peeping into windows, like a creep.
Shame on you, trying to think respectable, with no recepticle.
Women live for romance, tender kisses, all before they prance.
Thel feel more than most guys could ever even want to explore.
Some granted, like it a little ruff, but still sweet not tuff.
Your ideas of an independent lady, have them meek as a baby.
Independent women that I ever knew were bold, smart, and true.
Now watch your words getting all ate, sorry thats NOT your fate.
These ladies will now attack you, over all the words you threw.

Ooooo Boyyyy,lol

You went there so
The gauntlet I throw
Independant women you say
Must be a certain way
Let me tell you
It just isn't true
The men in here
I hold very dear
But for you now
a big KAPOW!


Tis good to jest!

Women with romance and kisses so tender
I’ve been searching for one for all I remember
Owl try to be nice to the opposite gender
cuz to find a sweet angel would be such a splendor

I’m really not horny, nor nearly as corny
as my rhapsodic rhyming implies
It’s all just in fun, with some sarcastic pun
I’m an eloquent man in disguise

I love candle-lit dinners with spiritual winners
and women who worship the sky
I’m really quite nice and haven’t a vice
I’m a saintly and mystical guy

I’d give anything to acquire a mate
whose sensuous tastes are PG rate
for all the years that I await
I haven’t found her yet

So please accept my apologies
for running off half-kocked
I’ll try to be more true to myself
before the women have me blocked

I really want a decent gal
to play with in the day
and what we do behind closed doors
I’ll try and not to say

But Terry should be happy!
I drove the decent gals away
so now they’ll pound upon his door
even that much more

This is how it's planned
Abra's takin a stand
He was warned
By a woman scorned
Better to play with the twister
Than mess with Lurch's Sister
Your words are true I have seen
No matter how you boast and preen
Now is time I must confess
With both of you I love to jest
You've hearts of gold
That can't be sold
I'll care for you at least till I'm eighty
Whomever you find will be a lucky lady

Now seeing his failures he does so still try,
To give all you ladies another try, wit his reasons why.
A man of honor and remorse for his words he had spoke before.
My hats off to his intentions, after all, he had reasons.
So now its out for the best and the hell with the rest.
Competition to find us some beautiful opposition.
Rhymes to compete, find the one who can make us feel complete.
A brand new ball game, without balls being blue, just true.
I hope all you ladies here are searching for your MATE to.
Enter your words and create, the image which is your fate.
Smile, and allow us to see, all of GOD'S beauty that might be.

Oh Terry my friend, what an amazing poem, you have hit it right on the spot of how most things are here... all I can say is awesome... cheers my friend, and may God bless you..

Now you've gone and warmed my heart
Prose it is our form of art
I hear of you heart's desires
Not knowing you're setting many fires
My heart is true and and on my sleeve
This my notion for you I leave
You are both wonderful men
Take your time and real them in
I must tell you I am taken
And that love will not be forsaken
I did look both high and low
So love you'll find this I know
Dear men to thine own self be true
And the ladies will flock to you

Well good gracious,
bolder dash and blather.
Abra, yes, I know you jest
forgive my silly plather
or would that be palarva or some such thing?

Yes, ladies, Abra is truly a great catch,
and not the kind to be made into a Friday night fish fry,
although he could provide loads of entertainment for such an event.

Terry, now he's proven he has quite the sense of humor and he seems to be a pretty upfront what you see is what you get kind of guy when he's not teasing the bejeesus outta ya.....

Just to comment on Terry’s original poem in the OP.

It’s so true about not being able to read minds, or really knowing where there might be compatibility and what truly has the promise of a blossoming relationship versus amounting to nothing more than just another platonic friendship.

People might say that platonic friendships are good. That may be true, but in reality if they fail to blossom into a full-fledged relationship they really amount to nothing more than passing back and forth an occasional pleasantry. Which is nice, but certainly not what we’re really searching for. I’ve made those kinds of platonic friendships in the past and that’s precisely what they became,… memories of the past.

Most of us are seeking something more substantial. A truly compatible lifemate. A best friend and lover. The proverbial eternal soulmate. Someone to grow old with and eventually rock away the hours on the porch reminiscing about the wonderful times we had when we were ‘young’. But how long can we wait for that relationship to occur before we’re past the point of creating the wonderful times to reminisce about?

As Terry says, “Everyday that I live, is everyday that I could give.” Precise moments that could become those wonderful reminisced dreams are evaporating into nothingness whilst we painstakingly search for the one we hope to share them with. Oh I can so identify with this. I’ve wasted years of wasted days. and wasted nights and wasted dreams I’ve dreamt alone. What a wasted life without the one I love.

Where can she be? And how can I even begin to find her? Driving miles and miles and miles to date platonic friends who will pleasantly wave goodbye as I drive away once more. It seems that only meeting in person can truly reveal the truth of whether or not there is a cosmic connection. It’s almost impossible to make a connection via cyberspace. At least it has been for me. Even to the point of actually giving up. And that I believe I have done.

They say, never stop believing, but it’s hard to keep the faith after years of disillusionment. If only we could read each other’s minds. If only we could somehow find our mates without this constant waste of time. I know there are women out there who would be thrilled to share their lives with me, and I with them. I’m sure there’s more than one, in fact there’s probably several hundred, maybe even thousands. But in a world that’s full of billions that’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Especially for people in their latter years whose peers are often married or already involved with other relationships.

And then there’s the anchors that hold us geographically. I’m really not prepared to move. I own my house that I built by hand, I’m really hoping to find a woman who’s free to move to me. That just complicates an already complex picture.

It can almost be depressing. Keep the faith! It’s like telling me to play the lottery. Like as if I’ll win the jackpot. Sure I know it’s possible. But what’s the probability? This is how I feel about a mate.

Time pouring through the hour glass without the memories I’d love to cherish with my lover. Will I finally meet a stranger in a nursing home after having lived a life of arid loneliness. We’ll sit and stare at one another with nothing much to talk about but weather.

Abra you're a wonderful man and great friend to many!

I wish they had an icon here for clapping hands, as I would have used MANY for your write..

You have lived as I and spent and seen our SAME.
And you voiced my reasons of insanity growing,lol
Here in these words you wrote.
Its very painful to FEEL,,,,,,YOU LIVE HERE.
And YOU helped to bring that OUT.
And feelings of the hoplessness from the hours and days passing by, as your youth becomes MORE of yesterday.

We have passed time here in fum and rhyme, and THAT is ALL we have here SOMETIMES, as just to BE,,,is a HARD place to BE.

And Abra, we have different faces and live in other lands, but WE HAVE LIVE IN THE SAME SHOES, AND WALKED THE SAME ROADS.

KEEP on KEEPIN ON, Mr. ABRACADABRA, and THANK YOU SIR, for all your words here, all so profound!!!

Now ya got me cryin!!

Heart felt words. If I had the answers, you can bet your bottom dollar, I'd have shared them with you both many, many months ago. If I do run across the answers, I will dutifully and expediently pass them on to you. Turn your cheek Abra, .

You truly have made my life more enjoyable.

WELL,,,thank alot over here in the chopped liver section lol,lol

Just kidding....
Just wanted to say thanks to You and Vicki for your comments...

Now ya got me cryin!!



No need for tears Vicki,,,WE are our on design,,,
and have come to walk with our lives..lol

It’s funny you should say that. I went to bed a little while ago, but I couldn’t sleep so I laid there and imagined what it would have been like to have had a life of memories of love. At first I imagined writing a poetic letter, perhaps to publish on these forums. The idea was sparked by ShyKbear’s poem “If I died Tomorrow”. Only instead of a poem it was a letter I wrote to my imaginary wife for her to read when I’m gone. It merely recaps all the memories we had by recalling all four seasons of years gone by. I imagined writing something like the following,…

Dearest Love,

I’m always with you just as I’ve always been from the early springtime of our lives. When the sun would rise on the barren forest to melt the winter snows away and warm the earth so seedlings could awaken and begin their journey into life. My life began when the sunshine of your spirit came into my life and awakened my emotions. Together we grew like a vineyard embracing each other dreams and aspirations.

Soon our life was green with foliage and our children became extensions of our soul. We watched as their budding dreams unfurled to become the passion in their lives. The warming sun climbed higher in the sky as we planted our garden and shared the labor of love that made our house a home. I’d laugh at the loving care you’d give to the pumpkins knowing full well that you’d just carve them into faces in the fall. And I used wonder why you’d be so sad when your favorite tomato plant would die. It’s just a plant I thought. But now I know that your love for life is so profound that I could never fathom its depth. It often brought tears to my eyes when I would ponder on the infinity of your love. A depth of emotion that I could never truly hope to convey to you. A feeling I wanted so dearly to share, but no words could ever express.

I love the sparkle in you eyes when we’d prepare the sailboat for an early spring excursion. You facial expressions exposed your inner joy with the innocence of a child. I can’t tell you how beautiful you looked to me when you stood there exhausted after having cleaned up our ‘ship’. Your hair a mess and dirt on your face and that silly old T-shirt of mine you’d wear when you worked on anything dirty. You’ll never know that those hugs and kiss I gave you at times like that were impossible to resist. You were a magnet to my heart. I fell in love with you more deeply with each passing day.

And when we’d launch our ‘ship’ you made me become a great captain more than you’ll ever know. Who could resist such an efficient first mate? You were so anxious to carry out orders, and performed them so well, you kept me on my toes just to stay one level above you. I loved your little sailor cap, and the way you’d salute me and say, “Yes Sir”. You kept a tidy ship,... captain and all.

As the heat of the summer approached, we get out the bike, and kids would get out of school. We’d be running around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to be sure that everyone makes their appointments. You gave so much of yourself. I don’t know how you did it. The kids owe more than they’ll even know to their mother, even though they often give dad the credit. But I know the magnitude of what you gave. It was no accident when I’d bring you those refreshments when you were too tired to get up from the couch. Don’t think I didn’t know that you were dunking into your infinite well of love more deeply that any person should give. I don’t know how you did it.

We’d finally find the time to sneak away for the motorcycle trip. I’d wait till you weren’t too drained because I’m selfish, and I wanted you overflowing with a fresh abundance of love for our trips.

Ouch! Why do you always poke me in my ribs when I say things like that? I really do mean it. I’m selfish, and I want your love all to myself.

Remember those motorcycle trips? We'd cruise up those mountain roads out into the boonies to sleep beneath the stars in nothing more than a pup tent despite the fact that the bears could come and eat us up alive! I love the way your eyes get big when I'd say things like that. You would always show your emotions. Yet it wasn’t an emotion of fear. It was an emotion of excitement. You has such trust in me. You believed that I could take down a bear with nothing more than my bear hands. I swear you thought I was some kind of god. I wasn’t about to tell you otherwise. You basically had me believing it myself. I could never let you down. I think I would have ripped the head off a bear before I would have allow him to harm the woman who makes my heart complete.

You were so sexy on those camping trips, there was something about those crude and rough conditions that just made your warmth and softness all the more wonderful. I felt safe in your arms because you are the one who gave me such awesome strength if only through your unwavering faith in me.

The fall would finally come and we’d begin to harvest our garden crops. I always loved that time of year. It was a time of plenty, and we entertain our guests. Those backyard fires and the great conversations under the starts with music and laughter that we shared together with our friends. Such great memories. Such a great life. And when the parties were over and it was just you and me we’d go to bed too exhausted to do anything more than say goodnight. I still found those moments of holding you in my arms as we fell asleep to be among my most cherished memories.

With the kids back in school and pumpkins all carved into faces we’d take those few last getaways the cold. First a sailing trek in autumn winds with the brisk cold water splashing from the bow. Remember the time we sailed to that island. Oh yes! THAT island. Wasn’t that strange? I still think those really were ghosts we saw that day! And we had a guardian angle bring us home in that storm. I’ll never know how we got back to our dock. You had such faith in me, I love you so much. We just couldn’t fail, I wouldn’t have accepted that. It was our love that got us through the storm.

The winter snows would threaten with a few light flurries, but then we’d get that warm spell and head out to the mountains on the bike again. Oh how I loved those camping trips with you. Your warm and loving body made those frosty nights underneath the clear winter sky so cozy. Life without your love would have been so empty. You were my light, my flame, my reason. Yes, you were my reason to be.

~~~

When I wrote the above letter, I realize how painful it must be for someone to have lost their life-long lover. To have experienced so much love and tenderness and so many great memories together. The loss would be so great it would leave unbearable tears running down my face like a torrent of emotional pain.

But then I think to myself, this never happened. It was just a dream. A fantasy. I never had the love of my life. I don’t have all those memories to miss. There’s nothing for me to cry about. It’s all a make-believe scenario. A superficial romance that was never meant to be. An illusive dream of unfulfilled desire. No need to cry.

But damn, wouldn't it be great to have a reason to cry?

that was beautiful abra...


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