Saturday morning and I’m up before the Monday to Friday 630am alarm.
Love the new painting Another Married Man by Jack Vettriano.
I met him once, he smiled and called me a “dirty bastard!”
Takes one to know one! 🙂
Truth be told, I think we both just appreciate the female form.
Question – What would Donald Trump say about that ladies derrière?
I’d have to agree with him.
Check out my face.
I’m no George Clooney or Brad Pitt.
I’m not exactly handsome.
Check out my body
I’m no Arnie, Beckham or Federer
The diet coke guy
Check out my mind
It’s not Mandela or Thatcher
And Stephen Hawking
Has nothing to fear
Check out my heart
You’ll see that it’s big
That its full of love
And it’s in the right place
Check out my soul
It’s mostly pure
But I have sinned
I have stolen
But only to survive
A sinner, a liar, a cheater, a thief
It doesn’t make you a bad person
Sometimes good people
Do bad things for the right reasons
Continue reading “Good People, Bad Things, Right Reasons?”
How can I capture your beauty and energy in a photograph.
It’s a flat, lifeless, 2d representation of your 3D perfection.
There’s no twinkle in your eyes
No spring in your step.
No magic when you sing or dance.
Its merely a shadow of who you are.
But I hold it and think of you.
Because your shadow is the only part of you that remains.
That and my memories.
Who writes shit like that?
Actually, it was sent to me by a girl I used to know after the relationship ended.
I’d already deleted her texts, emails, Facebook posts and blocked her.
Then I receive that by text from her other number.
We had only had 2 dates FFS! 🙂
Bet she sends that to everyone!
She was a babe in her day
But that day isn’t today
Or even yesterday
Not even 10 years ago
When she was 40
She’s a cougar
A slinky sexy cat on heat
Who looks at me
Like I’m fresh meat
She smiles her perfect smile
But I was only joking
Looking for some fun
She touches my arm
As she tells me of
All the things she likes
That I like too
Then licks her lips as I reply
Holding my eye
I wonder what else
She’d like to hold
Continue reading “The Sweeter The Tune?”
I can’t get back to the way I was
No matter how I try
I just need to get used to the way I am
Until the day I die
Whatever happened to my skinny waist?
My arms of bulging muscle?
I used to carry my wife right up the stairs
And it wasn’t any trouble
Now I look in the mirror and sigh each day
At my sagging eyes and hair of grey
And I ask myself what happened to me
But know this is the only way
Sometimes I think back
To the way I was
Of broken hearts and chances lost
And I wonder if it was woth the cost
But its far too late to change
Continue reading “The Way I Was?”
Lets just kiss like strangers
Like we used to once before
When we were young and nervous
And I walked you to your door
Lets just kiss like strangers
And smile each time we meet
I’ll hold your hand and open doors
When we are walking down the street
I used to bring you flowers
And I used to drive you home
Then in my dreams I’d kiss you
Although I was sleeping all alone
You used to make me dinner
And you used to pour my beer
But it seems like something’s changed
And I’m losing you I fear
Continue reading “Kissing Like Strangers? … #poetry”
I was dreaming about her
Telling her how much I love her
Holding her face close to mine
Promising I’d never let her go
I was dreaming about the times we’ve shared
Those moments that last forever
My head between her thighs
Showing her how much I care Continue reading “Thoughts on a lost love .. “