Poetry

Lovers

I still remember the first time I saw your naked body

how I held you in my arms

you felt so warm

it was as though before this I had never touched anybody.
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I did not care that you possessed a few extra pounds

love after all comes from what's inside

and not what is on the outside

I thought your body was sexy being a little round.
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The things we did together

and the things we did see

in all kinds of weather

we managed to always make each other very happy.

Poetry

Why Am I So Sad

I wonder why I am so sad and lonely

as if I were alone

there never seems to be anyone to care for me

as I sit here in my little World

grieving only for me.
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And yet I wish I would die

so I would be with the ones I love

the only ones who cared about me

yes, the ones who shared my love.

My Review Of The "Twilight" series

There has been a lot of talk about the new Twilight movie. I've heard questions asked about has anyone seen this movie, what do you think of it, was it any good? And some people said the animated baby was pretty cheesy. Well I wouldn't know because I never saw "Twilight: Breaking Dawn", and never will. I saw the first one, thought it was stupid, and I wouldn't spend money to go see the others. That's just my view. Thumbs way down for me on the Twilight series. I'm happy it's over. 

The Artist Side Of Me

I wanted to say I'm not just a writer, I'm also an artist. Okay, so I'm not good enough to paint something like this Vincent Van Gough, "Starry Starry Night" painting, but I do some drawing and work with colored pencils and pastels. I took a course at a small community college here where I live where I studied artwork. Believe me, it was an eye opening experience. Never before, have I been called upon to be a model for others in the class to draw. I'll just say they had to see all of me, which means I was in the nude. There was one guy there, oh man, when I saw him sitting there naked it was orgasmic. Because I am bisexual, I found some of the women there, all in their twenties, to be hot too. In a way I wished I'd made more of my artistic work, sold it and such but I haven't. I have been most interested in my writing poetry and fiction. That's life I guess. There are always decisions to be made.

Ah Memories

I remember a lot of things about Christmas. Spending the time with family, eating turkey, ham, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a salad,and well one of my not so favorites oyster stew. YUCK. Then there was the smell of all that good food, not to mention the pies that smelled ever so sweet to my nose. The smell of the Douglas Fur in the living room all lit up with different colored Christmas lights. The opening of presents, of watching my second cousins as they saw what they'd gotten. The surprised look on their faces. As years passed though, Christmas meant a little less to me. I was getting older, too old for toys anymore. So Christmas like birthdays I would get only clothes anymore. But I still cherished spending the time with family and still do. MERRY CHRISTMAS all and HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Ah Memories

I have a lot of fond memories of winters past. Snow so deep I jumped off a carport into a mound of fluffy snow almost high as the bottom of the rooftop. The wind drifted the light fluffy snow, carried it and then let it settle so it looked like a sand dune made of snow. I remember snowball fights with friends. And of course building a snowman. Trying to make the most perfect one on the block. I also remember the times when I was fourteen and went hunting pheasant with my dad. The snow was so deep it came all the way to my hips, of course then I was a lot shorter. The experience left me with went pant legs, and even though I wore thermo underwear beneath my legs were still cold. And even though I wore thermo socks, my feet still became wet, when the snow fell inside my boot. But these are all good memories I wouldn't exchange for nothing.

The Great Beyond

I don't know how many of you believe in ghosts, spirits from beyond. I have seen one many times. She was a girl I loved back in high school. She died at the age of nineteen in a horrible car accident. It tore me up when I heard about it. But strange things began happening after that, like lights in my car going on and off, car radio going off then coming back on. At home the lights would suddenly blink for a second. Now I suppose most would say there's a reasonable explanation for all this. For instance a power surge could make the lights in the home blink. Faulty wiring in the car could make the dome light or radio act up in the car. To all you naysayers I still believe what I saw. I actually saw her ghost. I've felt the soft touch of her hand on my shoulder, when I'm feeling sad. I'll always love you Teri.