The Stripper (100 Words)
The seductive stripper swayed onto the stage.
Her motions were as smooth as her glistening abdomen. Oscillating hips accentuated her beguiling figure.
Every graceful movement concealed her pain. Her sensual gyrations confirmed her loneliness.
Dancing to forget, she was poetry in motion.
She offered her nakedness to their lustful eyes.
Her sad eyes mirrored her dark and barren life.
Loud music reverberated in her heart like thunderbolts echoing in a cave. The songs failed to silence the cries inside her head.
The stripper communicated her passions through dance.
Unveiling her body to so many.
She revealed her soul to none.
Pretty Girl Unloved
She was the last leaf on a dying tree
Hanging from a barren branch
Too frightened to be free
Unloving winds made her rock and sway
Disconnected from her twig
She was forever castaway
Unwanted and unnoticed she fell in dirt
She remained all alone there
With no one to cure her hurt
Dying in shadows with no sun above
She lay in the cold forever
Pretty girl unloved
Due to my crazy week this was another reblog. Will be catching up with blogs and comments today. Expect to get back to my regular schedule next week.
Have a great weekend. Be happy. Be well.
She loved him in loud silence
her heart cried out in quiet agony
every day that she went unnoticed
led to barren nights lost in chastity
She loved him from a distance
thought she worked by his side
they would be so perfect together
her insecurities dared not confide
She vowed to love him for eternity
her life lacked rhythm or rhyme
she would adore him in loud silence
With a heartfelt pantomime
This a reblog for anyone who may have missed it the first time and for my newer blogging friends. Still struggling with the vision. I have tried to keep up with the reading posts. WordPress still does not allow me to comment on blogs. Miss the conversations. I will reply on my blog today, if WordPress allows.
Wiahing all my friends the best. Be happy. Be well.
WordPress has done it again. Now, I can’t leave comments on your posts. After leaving several dozen messages, I realize they aren’t being published to your blogs.
Please someone lie to me and tell me one day WordPress will get their stuff together.
Please feel free to imagine I left one of my Chimpisms on your blog page.
This is sooo frustrating.
The Best Of Me
If I had the chance
to relive my life
I would undo
every error I made
like knots in my laces
then my new life
would be regret free
and after all the corrections
I would choose you again
cause you were always
the best of me
Photo of my wife Allie taken by me.
Life In An Hour Glass
Sometimes I feel as if
I live in an hour glass,
buried beneath a ton of
We run, work, stay busy
Make grand plans for
the tomorrows that
arrive much too soon.
Whenever life overwhelms
I pause to think about you
Because of him
you are damaged goods,
but your imperfections
Photo taken from Google Images.