50yo WASP male seeks female aged 20-65 for serious relationship.
The lady I’m looking for must be outgoing, fun-loving, faithful, and committed. Must love beards, and be okay with a man who limps, has one arm, has one good eye, and flies. Must love planes and fish. Must have good grammar.
Love
my child
however you burn
be it with the fierceness of conviction
or the warmth of compassion
the glow of inspiration
or the brilliance of determination,
do it completely, my child
for the world needs you as much
as you require freedom
Happy Acres, 50 years later
“Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.” Hannah read the sticker pasted over the Happy Acres sign at the end of the long, dusty driveway. She knew she’d been here before, but she didn’t remember why.
“Dad said there were hookers here,” said her husband, Jessie.
“Well, they’d better be male strippers, ‘coz if they’re female, you’re not gonna last long.”
“Pfft,” Jessie scoffed. They got back in the car and headed up the lane way to check themselves in.
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Tuesday Use It In A Sentence is fun! This week’s word is “abandon.” Try it out! The link to join in is here.
loss of self
does it matter
that you don’t care?
should i reject you
for my self-esteem’s sake?
you’re so beautiful
i feel privileged
just to be noticed
by the likes of you
let alone to lie with you,
to hear your most private moans.
i think of all the girls
who would be so envious
should i have the freedom
to tell…
but your wife
can never find out
so i must keep silent
and it’s just as well
our private time
is just for us
is it not?
was that me you spoke of
to your friend?
i hope not
…
does it matter
that i don’t matter
or do i?
i daren’t ask
Happy Children’s Day
“Happy Children’s Day,” said the mother to her son on Mother’s Day morning.
“What do you mean?” asked the son.
“If I’ve done my job right,” explained the mother, “you will derive more pleasure from spoiling me than I will for being spoiled.”
The son smiled, “You’re right, Mummy! Please enjoy your sardine pancakes. I brought syrup, too!”
#SoCS – apparent
from musty halls with creak-loud benches
we kneel and pray
and watch through stained-
glass windows
the rain patter
as the voices rise
and weep and mourn
for days of rejoicing
not long past
but apparent is not so true…
the glass once stained with
steady hand and careful grace
no longer holds its colour
for the stain consists
of war-torn souls
and the rain
is the tears
of children orphaned
and the benches creak
under the weight
of ghosts
Stream of Consciousness Saturday: https://lindaghill.com/2016/05/06/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-716/
yoyo – #AtoZ Challenge
you wind me up
and hold me
you let me go
i fall
and spin
and hit bottom
and wonder
if you’ll jerk me back up
or leave me dangling
while i wait to find out
i’ll just walk the dog
spirit
eyes closed
the music falls in patterned beats
from my fingertips
to the page
and when i feel you near
the breath of your aura
melting together with mine
in a rainbow of swirling energy
i smile
knowing that no matter what,
through life and through death,
you are with me,
the music that sustains me.
Truthful – #AtoZ Challenge
“You know what I admire about you?”
“Wha…what?”
“First, gimme another dringk.”
“Mmmkay.
“Now, whadda you admire about me?”
“You really tell it like it is, you know?”
“Mmmhmm. I do.”
“Like, just tonight. Your wife aksed you if she looked fat in her dress. Am… am I right?”
“You are corr…rect.”
“An’ you told her, ‘Yes. Yes you do look fat in that dress.'”
“Tha’s what I said.”
“So… why are you here in my basement helping me with this bottle of scotch?”
“‘Coz I’m honest! Hey, you got a couch I can sleep on?”
Author’s Notes:
1. Such a tough choice, isn’t it? To be honest or not? I’m thinking one day I might answer the question with fiction. In the meantime I just sit around writing in my slimming dress…
2. I have no plans to write Adult Content fiction pieces for this challenge, but it happens, and it’s sometimes beyond my control if I’m to remain authentic to my muse. I will place a warning in the title of those posts which fall under the AC category.
Senile – #AtoZ Challenge
It was a Sunday in June when Harold decided to throw everything his daughter owned onto the front lawn, because she wouldn’t clean up her bedroom. That she was a sixty-year-old grandmother herself, didn’t matter to Harold. He’d had enough of, as he put it, “Looking at that pigsty every time he walked past her room.” That he was visiting only for a few hours, also didn’t matter to Harold. In his mind, he was still a middle-aged widower, just trying to raise a young girl on his own.
Author’s Notes:
1. I sat down to write this with nothing in my head except “Harold” and “Sunday.” A perfect example of me not being in control.
2. I have no plans to write Adult Content fiction pieces for this challenge, but it happens, and it’s sometimes beyond my control if I’m to remain authentic to my muse. I will place a warning in the title of those posts which fall under the AC category.
Linda G. Hill 