A blanket, soft and warm, with the faintest hint of her perfume.

Within a moment in time
Feeling the miles that separate us
Fleeting pictures of you in my mind
Wishing for the time to go by
The thought of your touch
A dream of your kiss
Looking upon the face of my angel
Your voice calling out my name in passion
So many images run through my head
As I wrap myself on this cold winter night
Dreaming the dream that is my one true love
To be back in your arms
For the rest of our days
All these thoughts of you run through my soul
As I sit here under a blanket, soft and warm, with the faintest hint of her perfume
Swirling in my head.


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Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/12/01/december-writing-prompts-2/

A mirror image of who he once was.

Once a dashing young prince of a man

A smile that would make the ladies swoon

Covered from head to toe in a bronze tan

The stature of a legendary British Dragoon

Feats of bravery and daring heard near and far

Winning the ladies hearts across the land

Many looked upon him like a star

His good looks and hard body went hand in hand

But as always, the case

A foe beyond his strength did rise

His slow fall from grace

An enemy did take him by surprise

It was neither man nor beast

An adversary that was so sublime

A fight he put up at least

The prosecutor of his demise

Was an enemy without pause

An opposition working overtime

Made him a mirror image of who he once was

The enemy of his was non-other than father time.


Prompt Courtesy of : https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/12/01/december-writing-prompts-2/

Looking Back

Looking back on a childhood so long ago

I think back to my neighborhood where I did roam

A group of friends we were all the same age

We were a group of eight young boys

Times were much simpler back then

There were no cellphones or digital cameras that tracked our lives

No exciting video games and only 4 or 5 channels on the boob tube

Our neighborhood was our play land

 Playing games like football in the mud and flashlight tag at night

Buying fireworks through the mail and the good kinds to boot

So many things we did, we were limited by our imagination alone

Running through the yards late into the night

Playing games like fake fight

Swimming in an old Recycle Pond

Going sledding in the dark well past one

It seemed those days would never end

But time has a way to change even those so close

High School came and we moved apart

Moving different places

Becoming parts of different groups

I miss those days, I miss those friends

But those memories are something I hold close

Oh those years ago when life was simple and friends were everything

I still talk to a few of my old mates

Some I haven’t seen since we officially became men

Now we all have families and such

But a bond built over those many summers and winters long ago

A life so simple but so yet so full of fun


Picture Credit: My Middle School Yearbook

Home to You

Days pass by like a slow-moving stream

Upon your heart I wait upon a dream

Future for two souls entwined over time

The day will come when I am yours and you are mine

Till that day I count the mornings as they past

Waiting to be in your arms at last

Until that day I come home to you

The thought of your beautiful face pulls me through.


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Happy Thanksgiving

Pictures are of me by me so they aren’t for your use, but to enjoy.

Thanks and Happy Thanksgiving to you all.

I am thankful for my beautiful loving wife and my 4 wonderful girls and two son-in-laws and all the rest of the family that comes with it. I am also thankful for all of you for enjoying my writing over these years. I am no writer, but thanks to that beautiful wife of mine I have discovered something I never knew I had inside me.

Magically Musical

Like angels in heaven
Playing a tune meant for creation
Upon the winds it sweeps so pleasant
A Heavenly narration
It surrounds you in joy
Making a picture of beauty
A song made just for you to enjoy
It can’t help but take away the gloomy
The call of nature is irrefutable
For its sounds are purely magically musical


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Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/11/01/november-writing-prompts/

#TuesdayTunes – Pop Evil “Torn To Pieces”

Wow, such a powerful song, that’s why I put the one with the lyrics. This song just hit me hard. I think back to my big sister, she was the one that really left an imprint on me in so many ways. I still think would she be proud of what her little brother has become. I don’t know if she really realized how important she was to her little brother. I hope she knows, but it does sometimes I still feel torn to pieces.

Fresh Air, No Despair

Hand grasping at her throat
Squeezing ever so slightly
Sounds of ecstasy floating up in a note
His hand closes ever so tightly

Throes of passion rise in flame
The intensity of excitement grows
Rising up in their passionate game
She begs for his will to impose

Rising closer to her peak
Her release is near at hand
Euphoria of delight she seeks
She arrives at her promised land

A new plane of sensuality they have reached
Such a truly loving affair
Within a new sense of togetherness has been breached
The feel of fresh air, no despair


Photo Credit: Pixabay.com

Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/11/01/november-writing-prompts/