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Summer Love

cast aside like an old used rag
I stood vainly by
my heart in my hand
waiting and hoping
for but just one more chance.

Wishing we could start anew
wishing we could somehow
put it all together again
wishing you and I
were but friends in the bitter end.

And now I know
what happened to us so long ago
what it was that hurt you so
why you put your love up on the shelf
just slightly out of my reach

Ah, faded summer love,
all I ever asked for was
simple pleasures your soft caress upon my face.

The pleasure of your company
on a hot muggy summer day
your voice on the telephone
perhaps a quiet dinner
a bottle of wine
one hour with you totally alone
a night out on the town sometime.

To take in a movie
to sit on a bench in the park for awhile
some quiet conversation,
to see your smile.

Spending a minute or two thinking of you this day
tucked away in the quiet solitude of my special place,
yearning for the touch of your hand
smoothing the wrinkles upon my face.

Alas I am sad my dear,
summer love,
shake the fiber of my being,
rushing into my life but once again,
as I gaze upon the sun slowly sinking,
I find myself thinking of you,
Summer Love
cast aside like an old used rag
I stood vainly by
my heart in my hand
waiting and hoping
for but just one more chance.
wandering through the long days that never seem to end.

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May 19, 2008 Posted by ldsrr91 | life | , , | No Comments

Timber Wear

Women are just too darn complicated for the average Joe, we never seem to figure all of it out.  The wife has Mothers’ Day coming up. As usual I haven’t a clue as to what to get her, the girl in my life, my cup cake. I need to find something for my lover, my confidant, my parsimonious grocery shopper, the person who brings a smile to my well worn-down face. A face only a mother could love.

So I ask her, “Honey what is it that you would like to have this Mother’s Day?” and she contemplates this for a moment or two and then says …… “We could re-new our vows.”   And I got excited, I mean, like really excited, because I had mistakenly assumed or incorrectly thought, that this meant “that they had expired!” 

Turns out it is nothing like that, she meant she wanted to “reaffirm our vows.”  She’s my girl, my bride. Just the other day, she looked up at me and said, “Y’know honey, we have a marriage that was made in heaven.” I smiled my best toothy smile and replied, “Isn’t that where they make thunder and lighting?” (See … If you answer with a question, they can never gain control over the conversation. Remember that)

Our bonds, being traditional in nature, are strong. We are old school, monogamous and most likely to stay that way (until death do we part). Not like some of these “new relationships” I am always hearing about, we are rock solid and still in love, after all of it.

A man and a woman are eating lunch and she says to him, “I know about your affair and I know about your mistress, I saw you and her together the other day. I want you to stop right now.”  The man thinks about it a little and then says, “No. I am going to keep her.”

The wife then says, “If you don’t get rid of her, I will divorce you.”
Again the man thinks about it and he says, “No. I am gonna keep her.”

About that time a mutual friend of theirs walks into the restaurant and has a woman on his arm that is clearly not his wife. The wife says to her husband, “Who is that woman with Bob? That is not his wife.”

The man looks over and replies, “Aw, that is Bob and his mistress.”  The woman thinks about it for a little bit and then she says, “I think ours is much prettier, don’t you think so?”

Now I know that some of this might sound sexist, but it isn’t, as I have said before, “I like women and sometimes they like me.”

So naturally I want to find my woman something special on this day and present her with a small token of my affection. But I am a loss as to what to get a woman who already has everything. Both of us are fairly comfortable with each other, into our sixties now, aging like a bottle of fine wine, and looking at life much differently.

For instance: “we now break our Viagra in half,” because she said, “I just want to cuddle.”

Which I willingly oblige.

Tell me I am not sensitive.

Maybe I can get her some of that new underwear that is being made out of WOOD. Yes, I said wood, you are not reading it wrong. These environmentally friendly knickers and bra’s use fibers from white pine trees. There is no risk of splinters because the fibers are spun to create a silky-soft fabric. Non-Toxic dyes are used to eliminate allergic reactions. They are currently being sold in the U.K.

Almost too weird to be considered real, but it is.

The material has more microscopic holes for air circulation than polyester and twice the absorbance of cotton related items. The French designed rage of Europe are currently being marketed in Britain and being sold by a company named “BYnature.” It is being called g=9.8, which everyone knows is the scientific figure of the earth’s acceleration.

I guess they would be alright until the drunken loggers show up!
(no good huh?)

Okay, after me ……… “She’s having my baby, what a wonderful way to say you love me, she having my ……..”

Everyone? Everyone?

Happy Mothers Day.

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May 10, 2008 Posted by ldsrr91 | Recent, life | , , , | No Comments

Summer Love

Cast aside like an old used rag

I stood vainly by

my heart in my hand

waiting and hoping

for but just one more chance.

 

Wishing we could start anew

wishing we could somehow

put it all together again

wishing you and I

were but friends in the bitter end.

 

And now I know

what happened to us so long ago

what it was that hurt you so

why you put your love up on the shelf

just slightly out of my reach

 

Ah, faded summer love,

all I ever asked for was

simple pleasures your soft caress upon my face.

 

The pleasure of your company

on a hot muggy summer day

your voice on the telephone

perhaps a quiet dinner

a bottle of wine

one hour with you totally alone

a night out on the town sometime.

 

To take in a movie

to sit on a bench in the park for awhile

some quiet conversation,

to see your smile.

 

Spending a minute or two thinking of you this day

tucked away in the quiet solitude of my special place,

yearning for the touch of your hand

smoothing the wrinkles upon my face.

 

Alas I am sad my dear,

summer love,

shake the fiber of my being,

rushing into my life but once again,

as I gaze upon the sun slowly sinking,

I find myself thinking of you,

Summer Love

cast aside like an old used rag

I stood vainly by

my heart in my hand

waiting and hoping

for but just one more chance.

wandering through the long days that never seem to end.

 

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May 9, 2008 Posted by ldsrr91 | life | , , , | No Comments

Aprils Fancy

A sun beam to warm you
Good luck to charm you
A sheltering Angel so nothing can harm or bother you
Laughter to cheer you
Faithful friends near you
And whenever you take time to pray
God in Heaven to hear you.

There’s a road
a winding road that never ends.
Full of curves lessons learned at every bend.
Going’s rough unlike the straight and narrow.
It’s for those who go against the grain.
Have no fear, dare to dream of change.
Live to march to the beat of a different drummer,
and it all seems to come together.
Or at times, it all might come unraveled, on the road less traveled.

A night under a blanket of stars out on what is left of the prairie,
if you can find a spot where the city lights don’t crowd out the heavenly neighbors above.
Sunset on the beach out on the westcoast,
the waves crashing, and the smell of the surf in the air.
Walking barefoot over fresh cut grass, a thing of the past now.
A bride and a groom holding hands at the altar,
a new life setting stage to begin.
Hot doughnuts on Saturday morning, I like the kind with the grape jelly inside.
Long awaited vacation and new people, places and happenings.

A hug from a friend
A clean house, with clear windows
A letter from someone you love
A card from a friend
A telephone call on the weekend

A freight pulling the hill in the distance
Geese flying North
A baby’s laugh or a woman’s soft,
sexy whisper in the dark.
Longer days and warmer nights.
April, when a Man’s thoughts turn to lighter fancy things and simple delights.

Have a great and wondrous happy-delightful-day, “it makes people wonder what it is that you are up to.”

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May 7, 2008 Posted by ldsrr91 | Recent, life | , , , | No Comments

Skippin School

Remember those days when your teacher unexpectedly called in sick? Some hapless substitute walked in, briefly struggled to teach a lesson and then surrendered class time to “study hall.” I used to personally love those days, when some clueless refugee from Junior College showed up and had to face our wolf pack mentalities.

Despite anecdotal and academic evidence that students don’t learn as much from substitutes, many school districts appear to have a problem with truant teachers, especially on sunny Fridays. An Orlando Sentinel reporter recently found that one district had 35% more teachers sick on Fridays than Wednesdays.

A Minneapolis reporter found similar absentee problems there. Duh? Who in their right mind would cut on a Wednesday and then have to come back to two more days of that, even a teacher is smarter than that.

Still fuming over what Obamma-Samma said about our National Anthem, that it was too “bellicose.” And he favored “Teach Me To Smile” or some other inane thing. Not having a lot of that there edumaycayshun that he has, I had to go to my source, I pulled out the old dictionary and looked up the meaning of the word “bellicose.”

It says: “Warlike: ready or inclined to quarrel, fight, or go to war.” Which should be a reasonable line for a Muslim, doesn’t the Koran say to “kill the infidels and non-believers?” I like him to “explain this one off” to a group in say …. Birmingham, Alabama or the Deep South. I learned another new word this week too. Paucity … (1) dearth: an inadequacy or lack of something. (2) fewness: a small number of something.

Oh well, back to reality.

Those wonderous folks over at CW brought us something new. Last night they premiered the first episode of “The Farmer Wants A Wife.” Just what we needed, another hopeless, turn your brain to oatmeal reality show that sucks. (I sure hope that isn’t bellicose sounding to the rest of you?)

Mr. Kountry-Bumpkin goes looking for his Big City wife and leaves his chicken fried bachelor life in the country in search of his personal farmerette (he has of course, his choice of ten women … Yeah that is a reality. Not!). All this takes place in his quiet georgic community, corn and soybeans ripening in the sun, front yards full of plows and tractors on most properties. To give all this up and venture out in search of a woman?

Let’s get real.

Someone chip in and purchase a lap-top for this poor slob (some add on accessories required), let’s get him on-line, “I just finished reading your blog, and I think I am in love.” Bring him up to speed, and make him fill out a “Top Ten List” (reasons to love me) like the rest of us!.

This is the twenty-first century after all.

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May 3, 2008 Posted by ldsrr91 | Recent, life | , , | 5 Comments