Month: August 2015

I Think…

I Think…. Bossy?  Are women bossy?  Why do women feel such pleasure in bossing their men?  You see it all the time – two people begin to date and everything seems like roses in bloom.  Once the lady knows she has the man she will begin to tell him what to do.  Not in a hateful manner, but with gentle loving care.  What? It’s true!  We women seem to feel more love and joy with our men once we are bossing them around.  It begins with the pride in caring for them, and them caring for us by doing things we ask.  Then it grows into this wicked, angry demand.  If they fail to give us what we want they are lazy good for nothing men that don’t care how we feel.  We are convinced we are no longer loved or cared for. Funny!  Truly funny!  I’m guilty of this and yet I am laughing at myself too!  Why must a man lose our loving gentleness because they grow tired of being at our beck …

Poetry

Adventure ©  Often I dream of adventure Where passion and splendor soothes my surrender My body aches with an unrest That leaves me breathless at best And inspires my ghost to come forward releasing my essence of euphoria  I shake and tremble with lavish display To bring forth my spirit and allow it to play  Your touch upon me brings together an assemblage of ripples That collides in my center and prepares to battle on my soul I cannot stop the struggle inside me I must continue the with the riding of the waves Until the tide has completely risen Allowing the release of my tension When the passion has risen and the ghost is relaxed In a tumult of indecision.

Poetry

UNWANTED i reach for you touch you d e n i e d i feel dirty disgusting Ashamed Am I loved? Do you need me?         L        O          S         T !

Poetry

The Storm  Breeze capturing quivering petals Electrical pulses sizzling sting Moisture resting releasing expecting Fiery flames pulsate ignite  Blooming blossoms gently sway Veins of fury striking triumphant Spilling liquid gathers relinquishing Sparkling embers branding burning Night air surrendering calm  

Poetry

A moment together Harmonious silence A moment together Two spirits as lone The waft of cool air Radiance of the sun our ambiance Harmony is our synchronism Presence, touch, I am there Such contentment, so tranquil A moment together A tribute to my 36 year old Miniature Horse, Nugget. These were the last wonderful moments we spent together.  I will miss the sound of her whinny when she heard me approach the barn.  I will miss her stubborn resistance as much as her trust as I wrapped my arm around her head toI lead her around.  Such trust she had in me, and such love I felt for her.  Good-bye!

Poetry

The Moment of a Breath A moment of trust The scent of knowing Eyes that speak  A moment of watching Running, playing, sleeping The peace of touch  A moment of giving The hearts are matted Time increasing, yet seizing  A moment of parting Grief, aching, weeping Too brief, shattered heart  A moment to reminisce The time for understanding Celebration of life, love, sharing  A moment offered Cherished, held & understood Boundless joy, undeniable sadness  A moment with me Forever taken, always treasured To soon, farvel  This was written soon after losing my beloved Italian Greyhound, Webble

I Think…

I Think…… Men!  What makes a man?  Is it his aura?  His intellect?  His talents?  His masculinity?  His brawn?  His money?  What is the secret that makes a woman tremble?  Do we want a man that is exquisite?  Must he be sensitive?  Shouldn’t he feel our unspoken words?  Should he make us feel diminutive and stunning? Ah, how I love to look upon a man poised with primal masculinity.  Eyes submerged in color, flickering in the draw of their smile.  Yielding lips whispering, waiting, inviting.  His hair rich and thick as the silky strands solicit your touch. I love to observe a man that is confident and ready to be admired.  The way he walks, dresses and his contemplation of preeminence.  Oh, that more of these men could enhance my dreams. Okay, enough nonsense!  Woman are contrived to tumble into their virile veneer.  Once we have our man, what is it we are wanting?  A protector?  A provider? A friend?  A lover? Are we looking for a man who will woo us, share his life …