Leave a question for me in the comments
and I'll try to schwangle (I just made that up)
a post out of 'em to break this freakin' dry spell.
It could work.
Maybe.
Update: Have I mentioned, lately, how much I love you all?
You're knockin' my socks off!
Oh, wait...I don't wear socks. But, you know what I mean.
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Most vivid childhood memory, good or bad.
....if you can remember back to the Cretaceous.
=D
I keed, I keed!
ha...I'm going to pay for that meme for a longgggggg time, eh?
:-)
What do you wish for?
-Corby :-)
What's your bra size?
When did you say no,
when you wished you had said yes?
When did you say yes,
when you wished you had said no?
:o)
Tell me why.
That's all.....
Just tell me 'why'.
What did you do on your day off?
Where would you be if you could.
Who would you be with.
What kind of man will win your heart?
Why?
What's your favorite kind of shell?
So many questions........so little time.
...and my friends come through for me again. This is getting the gears cranking!
uh, Mark... DD is all I'll say on that :-)
Schwaqngle? did you say "schwangle"?
A way to get your brain untangled?
So another poem you can finangle...
Shall you make a bauble or a bangle?
will you play bells or just triangle?
and how many more of these can I mangle?
but, "schwangle"?
How astute you are,
probably wiser than most...
for you've a brand new word to boast.
Could you find more of those?
They might just go over.
Who knows, it may just be your bed of clover...
Y'know, I think there may have been beret.
No. Not the hat, it's when your breasts sweat.
But for history's sake,
I guarantee,
"Schwangle" will forever
tickle me.
What do you feel when yopu are bare footed on the beach?
Do you hear the waves or feel the surf?
Little islands of stones emerge from the sands...are they natural islands or put there by man?
And why?
Ah, cry.
A cry is worth many words on the page,
if you can read them later
on soaked notebook paper....
and countless more ideas flow....
but, for you to feel them
from you they must flow.
We can be a muse, if that is what you seek
but sometimes muses are something that shouldn't speak.
Try the little exercise in Finding Forrester.
When you get back from the beach, get your keypad and
PUNCH the KEYS!
(I say "HIT the BALL!")
but, it's all the same, eh?
Six of one, half a dozen of the other and I pick a trio of pairs.
PUNCH the KEYS!
but go the beach, first.
Live.
LIFE is more important than the poetry.
Oh Boney you are such a romantic & so clever with your poems.
Love poems on tear soaked paper wasted words for the undeserving paper bubbles and the words are blurred
she pours out her heart but is never heard.
Jean, I had to make a comment about Boney's post, what a sweet man he is and a true friend.
Are you happy?
What is your favourite colour?
You have beautiful eyes, what colour are they?
OK, first time through the Comment patch did not work, so let's give it another whirl:
When?
It is April, why is it so freaking cold?
Tell me about the last time you felt content.
duh, hoosier boy!
I've only been in Indiana for, oh shoot...1964-08
lessee, that's carry the 1 and subtract the 7....
a few years...
And I know that the one thing we can count on is...
nothing.
It has snowed in may we've had 65 degrees in January,....this place is a smorgasborg of weather!
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'safe, simple, quiet'...that's what I want for my life and peace of mind.
dang, don't we all?
that's the doorway to fiction, though. And it's not a bad door to enter and explore. What your "perfect world" would be is one of the aims of such artists as JRR Tolkien, Asimov (Robots of Dawn), Robert Frost, a flock of my own paintings.
Don't think that just because there is so much written about things that there isn't anything left to write.
You write from your heart and it will be yours, new and fresh and wonderful to read.
And, stop thinking about the millions you'll make from your upcoming book!
(you DO know that when you get published, the party's at your place, right?)
Uhm, why would you live in Florida, when you could live here, near me, in Brooklyn, the Garden Capital of the Universe?
Yeah, that's the ticket.
see? an invite from a friend.
You two could go out to bars and movies and even go watch the Red Sox!
So much fun....
OK, so cute is at the top of the blog, but at the top of the sidebar is "when the tv's broken" that'll lead you to the best babysitter I ever saw!
when
i'm dry,
blogging about
my socks and/or gloves
sometimes is sufficient entertainment for the crowd that frequents my blogs...
;)
socks and gloves, eh?
I'll add that to my pondering, /t.
heh.
Do you ever dream true?
i really like ur blog!
Q.:what about things never spoken of?
or ur sexual desires?
or the person u wanted to b and never could?
i am talking about hidden things and gaps here, rather personal stuff. and someone here mentioned dreams.
y dnt u tell us bout ur dreams? u know i mean actual dreams ppl. dream at nights.
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