My Prose

Even when I'm not posting, I often visit a few favorite blogs that I have linked to the left on this page. One's a Man with a poets hand and an artists eye for seeing the beautiful things in life (GreyBiker - In High Cotton)

The other is a lady that speaks her mind in a very unique way that often gives me a chuckle and sometimes makes me want to just give her a big ol' hug.
(Stevie - Caught in the X-fire) I've only posted comments on hers a time or two as she so well sums things up that there's no need to say a word as it'd only diminish the impact.

I'm posting about all this to make a point and hopefully convey a message to her.

Stevie, I love yer blog and I picture you much like the pik you have up of yourself...the only difference is somehow I thought you might have red hair *grins*
You're a feisty lady that often spills her heart out in gushes that usually stay hidden in the lines of raw truth and looked past due to the subtle decoys of jokes and other diversions that you toss out.

I totally enjoy reading your blog and would love to have left this impression comment on your site if your comment link worked.

Now you see why I'm posting this here?

Be well and keep on writing lady, love to read ya!

Our long dreamed of event happened on the 3rd of September, 2006
As you may notice, we were able to have a renaissance wedding as hoped for by us as we are avid Rennys.




Puurrrrrr...isn't he so damned dashing?!!

*swoons*

by muffincontrol on May 17, 2004

One little droplet glistening so bold,
waiting in silence as the petal unfolds.
It catches the sunlight and dazzles the eye,
it's loyalties split while catching the ride.

Beneath it lies the droplets main goal,
the recipient holding love stories untold.
Like the blush of a woman as it warms to her cheeks,
is the fullness of color and the fragrance so sweet.

As the tilt of the fauna causes the droplet to fall,
the bud starts to blossom now answering the call.
It's colors prepare as it seeks one more taste,
of that life giving fluid now moving with haste.

The droplet falls hard now spending it's life,
forgetting past journeys, forsaking the light.
It gives itself freely as it's energy's spent,
understanding it's short time was life only lent.

Soaking into the petals that it so dearly loved,
a beautiful sound is heard from above.
It's the voices of onlookers who knew it'd come soon,
they've come for this moment to see's Spring's first bloom.

As the bloom fully opens and shows it's full color,
little jewels now show forth like diamonds asunder.
Scattered and dancing across those new petals,
the moisture's complete now and finally settles.

This was written 12/10/05 as a contest entry for poems/phrases of 10 words or less and actually took 2nd place... surprised me !

Patience my weary soul, death is not here just yet.

There was an old man who lived by the falls,
who had a bad habit of playing with his..
Marbles in springtime and days of lore,
he met a young lady who he thought was a...

Beautiful lady who laid in the grass,
and when she rolled over you could see her...
Beautiful costume that looked like a duck,
she said she was teaching a new way to...

Bring up the children and teach them to knit,
while boys in the barnyard were shoveling out the...
Contents of the stables to place on the sod,
and if you think I composed this you're a liar by god!