How Do I Love Thee? I Don’t Have a Clue

question-faceHow do I love thee?
Frankly, I don’t know.
Your aggravating habits are extreme.
You wear on my patience,
Need forgiveness daily,
Sometimes, I’d like to pull my hair and scream.

How do I love thee?
It is a mystery.
That I should feel the least bit of romance.
Each time I’m with you
I find myself on edge
And often have to look at you askance.

Oh, how do I love thee?
Well, maybe I do not.
It just now dawned on me that this is so.
I don’t really love thee.
Whew! what a relief.
I think I’ll simply pack my bags and go.

 

 

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Daily Post Prompt: I Have a Lovely Rhythm in My Bones

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I have a lovely rhythm in my bones.
It’s sort of soft and groovy, and beguiling.
I’m in the mood for waltzing over stones,
And even if I fell, I’d come up smiling.

It’s now becoming kind of quick and quirky –
This rhythm – as it runs throughout my soul.
My feet are tapping now – a little jerky;
And there’s no stopping me; I’m on a roll.

I got up feeling tired and kind of lazy,
But then I thought about the guy I love.
That’s all it took to jump-start this great rhythm;
It’s put me in top form and in the groove.


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IRREVERENT VALENTINE SENTIMENTS ~ RE-RUN

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I can’t help it. I just HAVE to revisit my “Irreverent Valentine Sentiments” from three years ago.

 

IRREVERENT VALENTINE SENTIMENT # 1

 

WOMAN AT WINDOW - RED
HIDE AND SEEK SIGN

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IRREVERENT VALENTINE SENTIMENT # 2

“Baby, I ain’t askin’ much of you.
Just a big-a, big-a hunk of love will do.”
Never sing these words aloud when standing out in the open.

AMOEBA MAN UNDER LOVE WEIGHT

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Lyrics of “Big Hunk of Love” © Imagem U. S. LLC, A. Schroeder International LLC, Regent Music Corporation


 

IRREVERENT VALENTINE SENTIMENT # 3

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If it’s true that love makes the world go round (round … round … round …) then I think the best gift I can give my valentine is shares of stock in a company that manufactures motion sickness medicine.

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IRREVERENT VALENTINE SENTIMENT # 4

BORED GIRL - PEACH

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If love is all around, then I must be someplace else.


 

IRREVERENT VALENTINE SENTIMENT # 5

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heart-border-with-xs-smallerPlease Be My Valentine:
I want to be loved by you,
Just you, and nobody else but you.
However, if you’re busy this week,
I’ll call the next guy on my list.

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IRREVERENT VALENTINE SENTIMENT # 6

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If love is a many-splendored thing,
that could account for all the fireworks
that go off in a divorce court.


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IRREVERENT VALENTINE SENTIMENT # 7

STREET SIGNS - MULTIPLE, LOVE

LOVE AROUND CORNER SIGN

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HAPPY

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

 

♥ ♥ ♥

Prompt Nights: Valentine’s Day Special

Well, it’s only natural that the topic for this week should be “love.”  I decided to offer up one serious piece and one not-so-serious (make that totally irreverent) piece. I’m sure you’ll be able to decide which is which. And you might as well hop over to “A Dash of Sunny” and take part in this week’s challenge.

LOVE RUNS THROUGH ME

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Like a stream running through the mountains,
Like a cool wind sweeping o’er the plains,
Like a river rushing to the ocean,
Like blood coursing through the veins,

Like a current running through a cable,
Like a song swirling through the mind,
Like inspiration flowing through the poet,
Like compassion coursing through the kind,

So love for you is running through my soul,
Super-charging me; causing me to grow,
Reminding me that loving makes us whole.


 

VALEDICTION TO A PASSING LOVE

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I have not loved you well,
Nor have I loved you long.
So it is with no strong regret
I sing this parting song.

Your passage through my life
Has barely touched my soul,
So mourning will not weigh me down.
In fact, I feel quite whole.

Adieu, my love, adieu.
I bid you fond goodbye.
And at your grave, for memory’s sake,
A few tears I will cry.


 

 

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Daily Post Prompt: The Scent of You

 

woman-looking-up-for-profileThe scent of you:
It calls me from my worried place
And draws me into quiet peace
As your essence gently folds
Around my soul.

The scent of you:
It fills my senses with delight
And stirs the embers of desire
Into a lavish, living fire
That satisfies.

The scent of you:
It causes me to seek to know
My inner self, my deepest soul,
And then to strive to be the best
That I can be.


 

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Friday Fictioneers 1/27/17 – The Date

This week’s Friday Fictioneers 100-Word challenge was hard for me. I just couldn’t get “connected” with those antique cars. But finally, thanks to Orville and Julie-Bell, I managed to come up with something. If you’d like to join the fun follow the link and get the details.

My story is below Al’s photo prompt.

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Copyright Al Forbes

THE DATE

 

“Orville! Stop pretending we’re out of gas, and get me home!”

“But – ”

“Stop. Aunt Pearl always said never trust any man who drives a crank-up machine with no top.”

“Oh, Julie-Bell … Honey,” Orville cooed, wrapping his arms around her. “Just one little kiss.”

Julie squirmed, blushed, fluttered her eyelids. “Well …”

“That’s my girl.”

Just as Orville’s lips settled firmly in place, the sky burst open, and drenched the lovers.

“Now look what you’ve done,” Julie wailed.

Orville hopped out and went to crank the motor. “Well, at least I can skip the cold shower when I get home.”

 

 

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Daily Post Prompt: ‘Don’t Cling to Me’

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Don’t cling to me.
I can’t stand being smothered by your love.
I must stay free
To come and go – free to shift and move.

Don’t ask for more.
I do not have the wherewithal to give
Undying love.
Commitment makes me feel like a captive.

Don’t cling to me.
If you insist on holding me too tight,
I’ll have to leave.
In liberty is where I find delight.


 

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Daily Post Prompt: ‘Uneven Odds’

 

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Uneven odds: that’s what I’d give this thing called love.
At best, it’s quite a chancy undertaking.
Offering heart and soul into another’s hands
Could so easily be heartache in the making.

But then, again, if one refuses constantly
To take a chance that odds are in his favor,
If he never once succumbs to vulnerability,
He’ll never find a love that he can savor.

So what then is the answer to this need for love?
Perhaps another poet’s words are worth recall. *
Uneven odds may mean a lover suffers loss,
But better that than never to have loved at all.


* “In Memoriam A.H.H.” Canto 27. Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Daily Post Prompt: Infinity – in blank verse

row-of-blue-heartsAD INFINITUM

My love for you, dear one, is infinite.
You cannot measure it in pounds or inches.
Math equations can’t unlock its depth.
Its volume goes beyond the range of liters,
And years and centuries fall short of accuracy.

In truth, there’s just no way to estimate
How vast and how eternal what I feel.
All I can say is that when this life ends,
I’ll still be loving you with all I am.
And on into infinity, the same.


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Daily Post Prompt: Three Little Cinquain for the Eyes

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HEART WITH EYES

LOVE’S SIGHT

Some say
That love is blind.
Not so. Instead I find
True love seeks out and focuses
On good.

 

 


 

COW WITH SMILEY EYES CROPPEDTHE EYES HAVE IT

A smile
Upon the lips,
Can hide ill feelings well.
But sincere smiles will shine out of
The eyes.

 

 

 


WINKING RIGHT EYE -BLACKWINK, WINK

Hey, guy,
You’ve caught my eye.
You’re just the man for me.
It’s time to kiss those other girls
Goodbye.

 

 

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Daily Post Prompt: Desert

DESERT MINE

You say you just can’t trust my love is true.
So I am meditating what to do.
Somehow, I think there’s no convincing you
That I’m the faithful type all through and through.

How to forestall your fears I wish I knew,
I’ve had myself in such a miserable stew.
But I’ve brought it down to this: Here’s what I’d do.
I’d cross the desert on a three-legged mule for you.

And if that’s not good enough, my dear — I’m through!

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Okay, I know it’s a ridiculous poem, but I didn’t get started until late in the afternoon, and it’s the best I could come up with. If you want to participate in today’s prompt, drop in at The Daily Post.

 

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Leg-Shackled

 

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Nathaniel was feeling quite blue.
To his Darling, he’d been quite untrue.
Though he hadn’t been caught,
With his conscience he fought,
And was trying to think what to do.

He could keep it a secret from her.
If she questioned him, maybe defer.
But if someone else told —
Some old gossip quite bold —
Then his Darling would toss him for sure.

What to do, what to do — so distressed.
It was not that he loved Darling best.
But she had lots of dough,
And his coffers were low.
So perhaps he should crawl and confess.

But, alas, he had let time expire.
Darling charged in, her eyes full of fire.
Six feet tall and quite round —
Nearly three hundred pounds —
She immediate repentance inspired.

She said, “Nate, dear, you should be ashamed.
Your unfaithfulness has caused me pain.
But I know how to fix
You and your bag of tricks.”
Round his leg she did fasten a chain.

Now Nathaniel is faithful and true.
After all, there’s not much else to do.
For his Darling learned fast:
If she wants love to last,
A girl does what she just has to do.

 

 

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