Pantomime

 

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Pantomime

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.

Describe Yourself In One Sentence

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To start her Junior year, my daughter had to submit a five page introductory paper describing herself and her life. This past weekend I had a chance to read it.

On page two she had three thick paragraphs, nearly the entire page describing her combative relationship with her mother.

I anxiously rushed to page three imagining I would warrant an entire page. This is what she wrote.

“My father is a strong passionate man with nine herniated disks, but he doesn’t care, he laughs his pains away – actually he laughs all his troubles away.”

That was it. One measly freaking line.

The contrasting descriptions made me think of how descriptions have changed in literature.

Miguel de Cervantes, Victor Hugo, and Jane Austen wrote pages of description. In one of my favorite novels, The Godfather, Mario Puzo used quite bit of description.

In today’s novels, description is kept to a minimum. In screen writing it is almost bare bones.

You read my daughter’s description.

Feel free to take a turn. Describe yourself in one sentence.  Or if you prefer, describe me in one sentence.

 

Thanks for reading.

 

Jack (A Short Story of Love)

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Jack steered the car onto a quiet side road. He hit the brakes as a streaking cat shot by.

What a freaking day.

His boss was in a foul mood. Computers systems were down all day. The deal he was expecting fell through. The money for the car repair meant no summer vacation. And his cell phone fell in a puddle.

He watched the wipers clear his wet window, certain it only rained on him.

Staring at the broken umbrella on the car floor, he shrugged. Why bother. He was already soaking wet.

Why he put up with all this crap. There had to be a better way. Is this all there is to life?

Stepping out of the car, heavy rain pelted him.

He hurried to the door. Fumbling with the keys he dropped them and cursed Murphy and his stupid law.

He entered the house and walked past his pretty girlfriend, grunting a cold hello.

She stood there happy to see him, but disappointed by his tone. Obviously, he wasn’t in the mood to notice her new dress or hairdo.

Jack dropped onto the recliner and sighed. He saw his girlfriend disappear into the back.

Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. What were all these damn sacrifices for?

“Jack.”

He looked up to find his naked girlfriend. She handed him a stiff drink. Ice cubes clicked, but she had his undivided attention.

She sank to one knee, unlaced his shoes to remove his wet socks.

Still resting on one knee, she looked into his eyes, opened her palm to reveal a wedding band.

“Jack will you marry me?”

He smiled; the first smile of this glorious day.

 

Photo courtesy of Google Images.

First Sight

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First Sight

It didn’t matter how many times he looked at her
He’s seen that smile a thousand times before
He was familiar with her morning breath
But for some reason he always needed more

It didn’t matter how many times he looked at her
Routine days followed by repetitious nights
So many times he saw her at her worst
Each time he admired her it was love at first sight

Photo taken by this happy chimp.

Lonely Author: More Top Ten Marriage Courses For Men (If You Want A Happy Marriage)

Staying with the love theme, Lonely Author wants to share a little of his Cupidities.

Due to the overwhelming enrollment for the Fall Marriage classes, there have been some new courses added to the Spring semester. Ladies here is your chance to mold your future or current groom to your liking.

In case you missed it, here is the link to the original courses:

https://thelonelyauthorblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/30/top-twelve-courses-for-married-men-if-you-want-a-happy-marriage/

More Top Ten Spring Courses For Men
If you Want A Happy Marriage

 

Garbage
It Doesn’t Throw Itself Out
Slideshow and discussion

Monogamy
Yes, it can be done.
Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions, Full Lobotomies, & Male Chastity Belts offered.

The Stove/Oven
What It Is and How It Is Used.
Live Demonstration

Toe Nail Clippings
Where they go and where they don’t
Open Forum

Overcoming Your Fears
Baby’s Diaper: They Don’t Change Themselves
Step by Step Slide Presentation

Futurama
The modern technology behind the Washer & Dryer
Live Demonstrations

Your Other Mother
After your wife, your next mother. Mother-In-Laws are people too
Role Play

Sweat socks
No, it’s not male lingerie
Open discussion

Health Watch                                                        Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your Health.
Graphics and Audio Tapes

Miracles Do Happen
True Confessions of Maturity
Hotlines and Support Groups

 

Have a wonderful week.

Keep smiling.

Keep writing.

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Through My Eyes

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Through My Eyes

When I tell you that you’re beautiful
you don’t believe a word I say
when I tell you you’re amazing
you smile and walk away
you focus on a new wrinkle
complain about an extra pound or two
yet my opinion never matters
you swear I have no clue

You distort the vision before you
haven’t the faintest reason why
but you always fail to acknowledge
that mirrors never lie
perhaps I could help you love yourself
help you spread your wings and fly
if only you could admire your reflection
through my eyes

Slave to Love

This piece was inspired by Bryan Ferry’s song “Slave To Love,” which was featured in the movie “9 1/2 Weeks” starring Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke.

Slave To Love

Chained by desire
He keeps her begging for more
For him she’ll do anything
Be his everything
His angel
His whore

Igniting her passions
Her lover slowly drives her insane
He teases her to the brink
He fulfills her needs
The pleasure
The pain

He is her addiction
A thirst that can never be quenched
She needs it again and again
She’s a slave to love
His siren
His wench

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