The meat and potatoes of Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister
The week for love
Souls lost in what to do
The week for love
They may write for you
The week for love
Love believes in truth
The week for love
One could easily love you
The week for love
Prepare your open heart
The week for love
It may come for you
kiss her – do it now
now before she turns away
let her finally feel your lips
you must, you must, you must
its Valentine’s Day soon
she’ll want it to be you
take her, grab her, do it
go, my love, she’s waiting
oh, fall in, fall in, fall in
let me walk away first
I can’t bare watching
Although I’ve never met you
I see your beautiful body
Shoulders back
Walking proudly
I can’t help but write you
Always fresh and in a different form
I see right through my lines
The exact moment when he becomes you and she becomes me
A writers weakness is fulfillment of the mind
Do we have a choice of who it will be
I have a feeling that the answer is no; not even a maybe
Poetry I crave and read daily
Minds I want to rip open and see
How can it be, words written perfectly
Faceless poetry it spins me
Forever lost in thoughts of might have been
all uniquely
Words which inspire a nation
An analyzer, who questions a lifetime
My Dear, you theorize
Create thinking or even dreaming
Show me Divine perfection
absorbed daily
Music played to reach my soul
Find me beyond the stars
I ache while each note played
I hear you in every melody
Make it yo-yo; I don’t care
play for me
Pictures taken with a keen eye
I imagine them taking me somewhere
Close the distance between you and me
Make me laugh, face my fears, even cry
Show me life on the other side
do it slowly
Paintings create emotion regularly
Colors help me think and release
Black and white take me to places of dark
The sexiest of the arts, painters feel humanity
Search the eyes of the one in charge
paint me pretty
I listen to the rain outside; I think of you
Why now do I choose to remember
I miss the rain…Maybe I miss you.
A sad tune; takes me back
You should have kept that song
I need sadness…Maybe I need you.
Ears full of every song you’ve written
They quite rightly send me to you
I hear your melody…Maybe I hear you.
Your voice takes me back to that night
Strong hands play. I drift away
I wait for memories…Maybe I wait for you.
Your artistic mind allows for comfort
Today you will be my place to dwell
I wish for comfort…Maybe I wish for you.
Play our favorite notes: The deep ones
Allow my soul to sing
I can sing…Maybe I can sing for you.
That night you taught me how to play
Your arms wrapped around my body
I played for you…Maybe I taught you.
Feeling safe, free and secure; my speed
You encouraged my path beautifully
I remember it…Maybe I remember you.
Lay your head down my princess
The weather too cold outside
Relax and dream, continue the story
Do you remember the Beauty?
The one I speak of, as you drift to sleep
She’s inside of you, inside of me
A Beast did snatch her, I agree
But let me tell you more about him
A strong mind was his, given Divinely
Once sharing it, then to be left denying
His heart seemed cold until that day
A Princess came and stole it away
She saw the love inside his heart
It needn’t matter how he appeared
She’d used her heart to weaken fear
Remember, my little one, listen to me
If this is your wish, my sweet darling
Work your princess magic and go find him…
The door opened.
The door closed.
Arms open, grasping the wall
A thankful breath for survival
Fleeting bedroom route taken
Wandering towards her dresser
One by one earings separated
Body scrutinized in the mirror
Precarious eyes fall from witness
Craggy fingers skim about her neck
Tension felt to her toes
Shivers absolute over her body
His creation, she weakens
Leaning into him enduringly
His whispered presence declared:
You’re mine now, my stifled one
The merciless day is over…
Pins slowly removed
Curls allowed to be free
Cascading her curves
Gathering auburn ringlets
Spawns gentle smelling
A zipper stream composes
Her dress long forgotten
His tone used to rouse her:
Take off the passable mask
Come to me, my dark one
Turning through aphonic moaning
Delighted to see her dreaming one
She weeps:
Help me discount this cruel world, my love
Draw our bath
Combine two minds
Make me laugh
But, first, just lie back
Searching, searching, it seems.
Why can’t I just be happy looking at pretty things?
Wondering, wondering, I agree.
The road I’m already on is so head smaking easy!
Wishing, wishing, I believe.
What I’ve made up in my mind keeps my heart beating.
Wanting, wanting, what I cannot have!
It doesn’t exsist, they’ve all told me that…
I have to accept the award given to me twice yesterday. The Dragon’s Loyalty Award has become one of my favorites, so the chance to blog about it again is so very welcomed. I’m thrilled to be acknowledged by two humorists or humourists. They’re brilliant at pulling out a chuckle or smirk. I was offered a new button for this award, but there’s something about this one that I like, so I’m keeping it. I’ve offered the other two options below, but first let’s get to the two bloggers responsible for making my day brighter yesterday.
This is my thinking place, I share it happily
I wish we could walk it once together
I have questions of life
Your answers provide my awakening
Your creative gift today, well, I’ll forever be thanking
Writing is a personal journey
Sharing it with others takes faith in God, for me
Remind me why we do what we do
Why writers rip open their minds
Toss contents on the table
Wear our hearts out on complete strangers
After today’s post I think I should share a photo I find comfort in remembering. The poem above I wrote after my friend, Michael, posted a beautiful photo. He wrote of encouraging thoughts along with it. His words helped then and they continue to help me today. Check out his photo and his blog, Harcourt 51, if you haven’t done so already. He is worth sharing with you guys. He creates wonderful opportunities to think and stretch your mind. His photos are spectacular, as well. For your words, Michael, once again I thank you.
On occasion I have this negative voice that enters my mind. He reminds me that I have the ability to dwell in fear. I just needed to let him know that I’m not afraid, even if I feel completely exposed.
Fear: I saw you today, Courage. What you did, well, it was cute.
Courage: I got up there on that step. I wrote it. I read it!
Fear: It was amateur, at best.
Courage: I felt alive. Wasn’t I brilliant!?
Fear: I don’t know about that, Courage. I think I still found the perfect dark spot within you.
Courage: No you didn’t, Fear. I wasn’t weak. You witnessed strength.
Fear: Nope, I know what I saw. You did it, but then you ran and hid. I saw your eyes.
Courage: Shut up!
Fear: I’m just being honest. I thought you should know, it’ll be okay. Stick to what you know, friend.
Courage: I didn’t ask for your help. I thought you’d left, anyway.
Fear: Why would I leave? You’re just getting comfortable.
Courage: I think you’re scared of me, actually.
Fear: I am not, please, yeah right.
Courage: I think so. Just look at this, it seems, I can almost see right through you.
Fear: What? Where?
Courage: See – like this…my hand slides right through your image. I barely feel you.
Fear: Wait. Oh, that?
Courage: So you do see it happening? Good.
Fear: Psst! Your mistake, Courage. I’m still here. I allow myself different packaging.
Courage: How? Please explain…
Fear: See, I would, but I needn’t bother. You still find me everywhere. Silly girl…
I chose to write it out, in spite of him, in an effort to keep the upper hand…
Daniel 10: 19-21. (Joshua 1: 6-7, 2 Corinthians 12:9)
Kyle flicked the bill of his baseball cap. “I have a feeling, correct me if I’m wrong, but there isn’t much about you that gets old,” he said, as he pointed a finger in her direction.
Andy’s mouth gapped open. Kyle’s eyes darted around her lips. Her eyes flared with surprise. His fingers flinched with a need to touch her bottom lip.
“What…?” She was speechless for about a second. Then the sound that came out next made everything right with the world.
Kyle’s eyes never left her face, that laugh, the best part was that she was giving it away for free.
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Kyle sized up his surroundings and walked towards the bar. There were two older gentlemen, deep in conversation, and sitting at the end. One was drinking black coffee. Kyle watched the steam float up as the bartender placed a cup down in front of a man. A man she obviously new well. It was the reassuring way she touched his swollen and aging hand. The man’s confidant was holding a short class with mostly ice inside. Kyle had seen his father’s associates holding glasses like that one. Typically, while in deep discussion, as well. The bottom of the glass had once held a layer of whiskey, he’d bet. The man looked to have had a few of them. Continue reading
“Well, it could have gone differently, I believe, but seeing how well it’s turned out, I’d say she dodged a bullet.”
Idiot. What did he know anyway, ‘how well it’s turned out’, give me a break!
His tires barked as he slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. Requesting the song, he shouted out to his car and flipped the volume way up. He wanted that song now! The music quickly started and everything his father had said began to drown out. Finally, now it didn’t matter where his car took him. His pulse began to lessen.
Turning left or right wasn’t his concern, frankly he couldn’t give a damn, as long as he put distance between them. Continue reading
I’m quite upset this morning, don’t you see?
We were supposed to wake up screaming something like, “IT’S SNOWING!”
They let us know 19 hours too early, that school would be canceled today without thinking.
Whoopie! I’ll spend my day writing and baking. It’s just the weather to write of love-making.
I’ll keep the kettle hot for coffee, cocoa and tea, all the while children watch something on T.V.
No, I’m not up North and I haven’t moved back to the middle of this country.
You see, we’re still down here in cowboy country, but the snow apparently isn’t coming.
Texas had a winter warning, snow and ice it seemed, and me without my equipment for sledding.
I guess we’ll read and eat those muffins over there cooling.
Yes, eat them all day long, it seems.
We won’t get out of our jammies, I don’t care what you think.
Who closes school for a snow day 19 hours too early?
That would be Texas, we don’t have the road clearing means…
But please, wait until you see something happening.
Today, life was canceled for snow and ice.
I have two confused children who await explaining!
Big Launch in 2014 My GRL Fiction Thriller
By John W. Howell
Now available on Amazon a new Fiction Thriller published by Martin Sisters Publishing
“My GRL by John W. Howell is fast-paced thriller that shows how your life can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye. . . It is a well-written story that kept me glued, page after page.” Readers’ Favorite Five Stars – Reviewed by Faridah Nassozi. See the entire review HERE
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Blurb:
John J. Cannon successful San Francisco lawyer takes a well-deserved leave of absence from the firm and buys a boat he names My GRL. He is unaware that his newly purchased boat had already been targeted by a terrorist group. John’s first inkling of a problem is when he wakes up in the hospital where he learns he was found unconscious next to the dead body of the attractive young woman who sold him the boat in the first place. John now stands between the terrorists and the success of their mission.
Author Bio:
Photo by Tim Burdick
John W. Howell’s main interests are reading and writing. He turned to writing as a full time occupation after an extensive career in business. John writes thriller fiction novels and short stories. He also has a three times weekly blog at Fiction Favorites .
John lives on Mustang Island in the Gulf of Mexico off the coast of south Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.
Author Contact:
E-mail: johnwhowell.wave@gmail.com
Twitter: @HowellWave
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/john.howell.98229241
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/johnwhowell
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister would like public record to reflect that she has offered to have Rob Trujillo’s future children just based on his ROCKING bass guitar. Oh, and the way he holds his guitar is pure sugar. Metallica’s One 4 Life!
There was this place not far from campus that served the best drunk pizza ever…ever…ever…
Oh! You caught that?
No, the pizza wasn’t drunk, the people consuming it on the other hand were drunk and most of the time. It was college. What did you expect? Our college town pizza place was called Pizza Shuttle. Spring Break Dormitory had a resident named Joke Guy. This older non-traditional gentleman made up the best joke one day about Pizza Shuttle. It went like this: Continue reading
“Then, this one time, in College…”
Once upon a time I wanted to fall in love with a sociology major. I blame Bearded Jake for this romantic idea. He probably ended up living in a cardboard box. He talked so fondly about one the year we lived in Spring Break Dormitory. He may be the richest man in world now, but we’ll never know.
We called him Bearded Jake. His name was way better than Bearded Jake, but I can’t use it.
You know sometimes nicknames just click without any type of fuss. I always loved that about his name. Jake’s nickname was original, if nothing else. The reason we had to nickname him Bearded Jake was because, as you know, in college for every Jennifer you meet there are at least four boys named Jake.
Our Jake was much cooler than the other Jakes, so we up’d his coolness with a fantastic name. Continue reading
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