Her horse was interested in her moves, he could not stop staring.
She put on her lipstick and rouge, in order to show she was caring.
Make up seemed imperative to young women in nineteen sixty-three.
I saw her looking all spiffy, she looked incredibly pretty to me.
Of course I am her daddy, and love everything about my girl.
So does her stallion, she has named him Mr. Wheatfurl.
He is almost as protective as me, he adores my girl, Louise.
She is as pretty as the sun, and as flighty as a summer breeze.
It is a Renoir she said.
I was in no way interested.
The only artist I feel is less interesting is Monet.
But I liked her, so I agreed to go to the art exhibit.
One of Renoir's paintings intrigued me.
Captured a bit of my heart and soul.
I sat and stared at The Bathers for a long time.
Ready to go? She asked.
Not yet.
To anyone who has chosen selling for a living,
two words can sound crass and unforgiving.
People don't want to hear it. They won't give a chance.
Too much of the general public has joined in the dance.
Those uttered words mean there will be no sale.
Any attempt to sell will be to no avail.
The words "not interested" will not sound so funny
to anyone out there trying to make money.
I can't imagine any pleasure,
in being stuck,
at the end of a rope,
(no doubt in great discomfort),
up some gully in the cold,
in danger of being blown off,
with no obvious way of getting back
.
.
.
down.
I can remember the first time I laid eyes on you my heart melt, it was the most delightful feeling I have ever felt.
The more I kept seeing your face I longed to get to know you, so that the things which makes you happy I will for surely do.
When we began to talk our conversation was short but interesting, as days went by I enjoyed my summarize moments with you that were very amazing.
Your heart is so pure and clean that I cared to get acquainted with you better, just so I can give to you what you surely desire (love).
Throughout the facts I discovered all the good qualities you withold, keeps giving me wonderful thoughts of someday having your mind/body and soul(you).
To all the biting and irritating bugs
without harm, He transfers them to the gravel.
To his Kingdom, they stand as tugs
yet He sustains their limbs to travel.
Even with their transgression, He hopes they be mugs
to be useful vessels and join his plug
then stay inside the protection of his hug
so that all the Earth will admire and marvel.
"Not interested"
Playing with fire
Not interested
To know
How you are
Like..
How me
Not interested
till we are in love
Dear all please forgive my error if their on writing
with love all
jagdish bajantri
Not so very long ago you had me
Head over heels wanting you so
Bad it 'bout killed me but you didn't
Seem to notice all the love I threw
Your way oh how every night I’d go
To sleep dreaming of the day you'd
Say you wanted me in the same
Way but every day was just another
Day the chance just kept slipping
Away still I kept holding on hoping
And praying that someday soon you'd
Want me as much as I wanted you...
Now it's just dawned on me
I'm really just not the one you
Want...well I've been such a fool
Wasting all my time on loving you...
Well but now I don't think I'm
Interested in you anymore
Somewhere somebody already
Loves me and their just waiting
For me to get over you and
To close that door and I think I'm
Ready now, the dream is over anyhow
I'm not the starry eyed dreamer I
Was before, maybe I can see clearly
Now it was never destined to be
You and me and so it’s just like
That I'M NOT INTERESTED
ANYMORE, I’M JUST NOT
INTERESTED ANYMORE!
A clash of disaster and bad luck
wrestles in the house of one
who wears the crown of pride and reputation
air so troubling and disgusting
with the whirlwind of dark moments
pollutes his living room
as his family's fate is turned upside down.
All helping hands seem mysteriously amputated
revival standing sideways
having no eye contact with his predicaments
Even the news itself
comes out with blasts of shocks
and the reality of its horror
peels the feathers of hope
with every ear burning to its sounds
yours seemingly acting as no exception
and yet all you can say is "oops"?
Why are you coming around again?
Unlike Bo Derek, you are no ten.
Your head’s full of air.
For you, I don’t care.
Go and try your luck with other men.
Didn’t you get the message the first time?
To see you back here seems like a crime.
You should hit the road.
Haul away your load.
A nearby tall tree is what you should climb.
Inspired by a recent comment I received
When we pray to God in
purity,
We speak our mind to Him
with alacrity,
when we study His Word
deeply
He speaks His mind to us
clearly
When we praise Him in His
beauty,
we spring into His
presence... in reality,
When we Thank Him
thoughfully,
we spur Him to doing more
constantly.
When we worship Him
willingly,
we spray Him awesome
words outrighly.
When we swin not in sin,
we spare ourselves some
troubles within.
when we sail more in
stains,
we spite him, so He
plagues us with pains.
When we endeavour to
evangelize,
in the fathers Heart beat,
we specialize
When we doubt his power
to heal,
we speculate what is a
settled deal.
when we trust in him with
passion,
we speed up His
intervention.
When we reject His
instruction,
we spurn His salvation.
When we walk in his ways,
we spruce up ourselves for
eternal grace.
You never seemed to care during an earlier day.
Never would you ever even look my way.
All along, you said I wasn’t good enough.
Recently, you and your man faced times that were rough.
He cheated on you. That can’t be denied.
Your spouse never told the truth. He always lied.
Hubby had another woman waiting in the wings.
Between the two of you, you experienced terrible things.
Your ship is now sailing on an entirely new course.
You had to struggle through an egregious divorce.
Now you turn to me hoping to fill your void.
I am not interested because it's you I want to avoid.
Robert Pettit for Michael J Falotico's contest.
Why are you coming around again?
Unlike Bo Derek, you are no ten.
Your head’s full of air.
For you, I don’t care.
Go and try your luck with other men.
Somethings are meant to happen no matter how much you try to push them away. When
something is destined than there is no way you can prevent it. I try to constantly prevent this
feeling that is rising in my body everytime I see you. When your not here I tried to convince
myself that this isn't real that some how I could just forget about you. But than I see you and the
feelings are even stronger. Just being in your presence gets me weak. I want to hug you. I want
to kiss you. Yet when i'm near you I fumble. I can't understand why. It took me a while to realize
that i'm interested. That I want you to be with me. For so long it had been a joke that would make
me smile whenever I thought of the possiblility. But now it's real. Raw. Right in my face and now
that I look at it you've got me so confused. Wanting things I shouldn't want. Constantly trying to
erase you from my mind but I often fail. I'm so into you and I don't know what i'm going to do.
Boy you've got me so confused. Yet i'm interested. What am I to do?