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February 20, 2016

First meeting

Feeling my cheeks blush

Swamped by this crush

Meeting you for a date

Nervous and excited at fate

My heart is hammering

Emotions enamoring

I have imagined this event

All my dreams it represents

We have been friends for so long

A far away bond has been strong

Feeling sick but delighted

Over awed but excited

Burning at your touch

Skin has a flush

Anxiety superfluous

Eyes longing lustful

Can’t move a muscle

Locked in your arms

Open to your charms

Ready to enact our fantasies.


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Published on February 20, 2016 07:30

February 19, 2016

The English language…attributation unknown.

Homographs are words of like spelling but with more than one meaning.  A homograph that is also pronounced differently is a heteronym.


 


You think English is easy?  I think a retired English teacher was bored… THIS IS  GREAT!


 


Read all the way to the end ….. it took a lot of work to put this together!


 


1)  The bandage was wound around the wound.


 


2)  The farm was used to produce produce.


 


3)  The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.


 


4)  We must polish the Polish furniture..


 


5)  He could lead if he would get the lead out.


 


6)  The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.


 


7)  Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.


 


8)  A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.


 


9)  When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.


 


10)  I did not object to the object.


 


11)  The insurance was invalid for the invalid.


 


12)  There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.


 


13)  They were too close to the door to close it.


 


14)  The buck does funny things when the does are present.


 


15)  A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.


 


16)  To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.


 


17)  The wind was too strong to wind the sail.


 


18)  Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.


 


19)  I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.


 


20)  How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?


 


Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.  There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.  English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France.  Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are animal organs.  We take English for granted.  But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.


 


And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?  If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth, beeth?  One goose, 2 geese.  So one moose, 2 meese?  One index, 2 indices?  Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?  If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?


 


If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?  If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?  Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.  In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?  Ship by truck and send cargo by ship?  Have noses that run and feet that smell?  How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?  You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.


 


English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all.  That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.


 


PS – Why doesn’t ‘Buick’ rhyme with ‘quick’?


 


You lovers of the English language might enjoy this.


 


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Published on February 19, 2016 23:36

Other passions..

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Other Passions

Possess the soul

Other creations, to fashion

The need to strive, to be a whole

Life is not about rations

To be self fullfilled one needs the control

To express personality without dispassion

Maybe it means, dancing round the maypole

Or anything else that causes satisfaction

Get creative, let your imagination stroll

Fill your soul with creative light, make the most of your passions.


Silk painting is one of my other passions.


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Published on February 19, 2016 14:47

February 18, 2016

pictures in my mind. Adult content.

pictures filling my mind

Are of bodies meeting

The bump and the grind

Of comfortable seating

With you buried deep

Hot wet and steamy

A quivering heap

Of pleasure so dreamy

I am under a spell

With sharp waves of pleasure

Its almost hell

As my pulsating treasure

Gives off those waves

Your manhood fills me

Piercing like staves

Taking me higher

Needing to scream

Binding me eager

Holding my dream

Moving much faster

We are flying high

Contracting my master

Touching the sky


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Published on February 18, 2016 11:49

February 17, 2016

Ode to writing and promoting ones novel

Putting the words on the paper

That was an easy caper

The flow of ideas

The protagoniststs fears

The plot that was not

The plan that was shot

The breaking of rules

Maybe created by fools

That was an easy caper


The novel soon grew

In chapters woo hoo

I wrote as I spoke

Great bursts sent to choke

Punctuation and grammar

Went under the hammer

My characters changed

Took liberties unarranged

That was an easy caper


A book near complete

Wow what a feat

Joy unabated

Editing complicated

Frowns replaced smiles

Changes by the miles

I changed that last week

How come, oh bleep

That was a harder caper


Cutting and editing twenty times

Face now covered in big frown lines

Cover designed

Smiles realigned

Put it together

Loosen the tether

Off to be printed

Proof newly minted

That was a joyous caper


I had put the words on paper

In all a difficult caper

Now to relax

Till fates circumstance

Showed me the promotional forargo

If I wanted to shift the cargo

I needed to add some glitter

Use resources like Facebook and Twitter

This was a learning caper


Now my days spent tweeting

In between comfort eating

I write religiously on my blog

It’s become a full time job

My sales are hardly booming

It’s really quite confusing

Where do I find the time to write

I have to sleep some time at night

This is a time consuming caper


I am learning much

Wish I had a big crutch

More hours in the day

To write and make hay

Putting the words on paper

That was the easy caper

As for the rest

It’s like swotting for a test

Masses of work

That you can’t shirk

A sale makes a smirk

Could send one berserk

Not such an easy caper.

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Published on February 17, 2016 14:43

Love life

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Published on February 17, 2016 00:30

February 16, 2016

Imagine

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Published on February 16, 2016 15:20

Painting emotions

Shivering colours of exotic hue

Weave there way, round me and you

Honey brown eyes, glint and laugh

Glorious white teeth as you laugh

Vermillion lips, trace an autograph

Grey eyes sparkling glinting blue

Intertwined hair, blonde and bamboo

Pink pointed tongues, leave silvery trails

Dappled skin, pink tinged amazes

Aura radiating colours of flames

Our movements fan and rearrange

Silver stars pop in our minds

Pink  green and gold just emphasise

The palette of colour that we create

Changes each time we concentrate

Swirl the brush in a different direction

Colours change with our affection

Shivering colours of exotic hues

Paint a picture of me and you.


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Published on February 16, 2016 12:38

What sparked the idea for Converging lives.

I starting playing a well known word game on line two years ago because I love word games. I soon had a number of games on the go I think 12, three were with friends and the remainder random games generated by the server. I soon found that some people were happy to chat in the text box and some just played without speaking.

It’s always been my habit to open with a hello my name is …… and enjoy the game. If there is a reply the conversation might continue or if no reply then I just play. Often the people who don’t reply just play the one game and move on but I have been playing two people for over a year we have never spoken I do not know their names or gender but we play good games and that is what it is all about.


I played happily for several weeks and heard complaints from some women about predatory males, inappropriate sexual overtures, some women had removed their thumbnail pictures because they were being hit upon. I thought blissfully that because I was more mature that I was unlikely to be hit upon and had the idea reinforced by the fact that some random players resigned as soon as they saw my name and thumbnail. So the first thumbnail in a random game of erect male genitalia was somewhat of a surprise. I found it annoying, in that it felt like a disrespectful thing to do so I resigned that game. Then came the game with the opener   “I am horny ” on balance I wasn’t interested so I resigned that game.  To be fair it is not only men hitting on women, in my chats to some of the players who became my friends, I have heard of women also chatting up and initiating sexual chat.


Now at the start of this process I was pretty naive about what was happening on the Internet and was unused to texting and the terminology. I was playing with a young man probably 20 years younger than me it was a tight game. We had a brief conversation about our interests when he suddenly typed “mm mm you are such a MILF. ” I hadn’t the remotest idea what a MILF was so I had to Google it. When I had finished falling about laughing,  what a crazy idea, I replied  “I am far too old for you to even be thinking that.” He assured me I wasn’t, suggested what fun I could have with a young stud and what fun he could have with an experienced woman. He wanted a meet for live sex, I panicked and resigned the game.


This and a few other encounters sparked my curiosity about exactly what was happening behind the scenes in this game. I started talking to people to find their experiences and found the women who had been seduced into cybersex and Skype sex who had inevitably fallen in love and been hurt, when their love was not reciprocated. The men who were spicing up a life ,where sex with real life partners was scare, but they didn’t want a real time messy affair, but needed a sexual outlet. The people who enjoyd the chase. The people who felt they were providing a service helping people climax and sharing that intimacy with them.


A world I had no idea existed. So this sparked the idea for Converging Lives and the novel was born.


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Published on February 16, 2016 00:53