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~Letting My Hair Down~
Feel the paper slightly rough between my fingers
Play with the corner before I turn devour the words thoughts do linger
Sometimes romance - sometimes to learn.
Bubbles popping around my neckline
Steam rising high, perspiration falling
Flicking pages this time is mine-there are no voices calling.
Stretch the full length and feel free not tied
No need to watch the clock
Minutes pass - but my time I bide, this time is mine no one will knock.
I feel clean, complete, renewed
A new vigour, clean body, clean mind.
Time to get out and stop the kids at feud, time to get back to the daily grind…
© ~GG~ 15/06/20,
Entry For Contest "Lettinng your Hair Down sponsored by Yasmin Kahn by Mandy Tams ~GG~
I was driving to my grannies country home after the end of a dinner invite with friends in town, about 40 miles away.
There was news of the oddity prior to my first visual contact, that entertained my youthful glassless eyes for the near full length of this drive and that thing be an unobstructed view.
I'm talking about Comet Kohoutek, of 1973. Admittedly, the spectacle looked like a toy when the tail drops a bit then ups a bit.
The comet appeared blunted, like some dream, or like a string on a kite but cut severely short.
On the opposite end, being my left-side drivers window, directly is the moon over the ocean, and the comet more left of my driver's window, heading towards town that I had just left.
The moon fronts my drivers window, the comet in my rear window, wondered with that comet out there--where is everybody?
Ah, that's the answer, it's driving out to the country, with the length of a beach one side, the moon in front, comet rear, and that is why nobody's here.
... and not because it's two in the morning.
The great kilt.
“Och aye the noo”
TraIs the cat deid? –
Has the cat died? your trousers are a bit short
– like a flag flying at half mast
Liken my great grandfather did why don’t you put on a kilt
Oh yes, right now
My 16th century
Originating in the traditional
Scots bearing dress of men and boys
In the Scottish Highlands
Is a skirt-type garment with pleats at the rear?
Since the 19th century,
The kilt has become
Associated with the wider
Scottish and Gaelic cultures
A symbol of national pride and tradition
Those cultural heroes of the highlander
Yes! Even some made its way into our military units
And eventually a suited attire symbol of formality
The great kilt.
The first mention of kilts is in 1538
They were worn as full-length garments
Those Gaelic-speaking Scots Highlander men
Were the first to wear them?
The knee-length kilt that we see today
Didn't come around until the early 18th century
Those belted plaid or great kilt
Such a full-length garment
The great kilt
Whose upper half could be worn as a cloak?
Draped over the shoulder, yes even worn by soldiers
Being brought up over the head as a hood
Revealing in a distance a cloak of disability
Comes from the Scots word kilt meaning
Old Norse people donned them kjalta
Meaning lap, fold of a gathered skirt
Also a combat dress
This great kilt
Nonetheless, individual exceptions continued, and it is believed
The kilt was last widely worn in action at the Evacuation of Dunkirk
In May 1940 on D-Day, June 1944, Lord Lovat,
Commander of 1 Special Service Brigade,
This Great Kilt
Was accompanied by his personal pipers who wore a kilt
Played the bagpipes – while German bullets whizzed around him
This tradition has been continued
Within the Pipe Bands of the Republic of Ireland's Defense Forces
The Great Kilt, One of The Themes of Scotland
3/20/21-©2021
For Contest Theme of Scotland
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Whatever happened to in depth analysis?
Whatever happened to in depth discussion?
Whatever happened to in depth research?
Whatever happened to in depth investigation?
Are we doomed to a life in the shallows for millennia to come?
Are we doomed to a life inside, with our blinds drawn?
Are we doomed to a life with no more full-length movies?
Are we doomed to a life without the need to get our feet wet?
Are we doomed to a life that will never be deep?
Have we lost our ability to concentrate?
Have we lost our ability to swim against the tide?
Have we lost our ability to read the full report?
Have we lost our ability to search out the facts?
Have we lost our ability to dig deeper?
Or could it be that our brains have been washed too many times,
Or could it be that we have used too much sanitizing lotion,
Or could it be that the virtual world now holds more sway,
Or could it be that we are too busy taking selfies to notice,
Or could it be that we are losing all our in depth reporters.
My dark Secret
It’s dark and firm
I want it to be inside me.
It’s smooth and delicious
I can hardly wait to see.
My love of it grows; I want it I don’t care how
Not later I’m ready, I’m ready for it now.
I can’t wait for my tongue to feel the full length
Of this dark delight that plays with my sense.
Don’t make me beg, but I will if I must
Just give it me please or I will bust.
I undo it slowly I don’t want it to fight
My lips are moist just waiting to bite.
It’s there its naked right before my eyes
My tongue explores slowly up and down its sides
I bet you all would really like some
But you can’t, this is my dark chocolate magnum.
Chocolate Cosmos is said to be a flower unique,
My bone might be white, and my blood might be red like others,
My uniqueness, like the pole star, is always at its peak,
I set up my goals; I safeguard my needs on my druthers,
Out-of-the-box thinking, truthfully yet, is my hobby,
Love and truth, like flesh and blood, are my stamina and strength;
I allow my words, deeds, and actions straight, without knobby,
Equilibrium of physique and psyche goes full length...!
I have God-given knowledge, skills, attitudes, and beliefs,
Tolerance is my blood; veins are the world's differences;
I feel joy, like a friend, in erasing other's griefs,
With bridges of love, I lessen fraternal distances...!
Standing out from the crowd with my true self, I grow higher,
Sense of contentment, with the fullness of life, I acquire...!!!
A SNIPPET FROM MY TESTIMONY
God tapped me on the shoulder:
Did you hear this one?
Actually I was in proximity
And I overheard:
Jesus’ mother and brothers were at the door...
Curiosity bit my ear
Just that quick
I wanted to know more
Boy, do His words lift
This sorority and fraternity
Is open to all
Bible study took my breath away
Still does
I have had three bibles show up at my door.
You see, causality of thought burns heaven’s ears.
Because dear Jesus hears,
When YOU have ears to hear.
So just like that in the generosity
Of a new friend,
Who’d only heard what God said
I received my first
Full-length revelation
And I soaked in the ink
Years later my sister remembered
The one time I had spoken
Of my Grandmother’s red-leather,
art-infused family bible.
She brought it home from her travels —
I unwrapped the blanket covered gift.
So good is God, and then my husband,
Who has a strange family history
Received his grandmother’s too —
All the way from Germany.
He was adopted by his mother
And also into the family of God.
How good God is!
He leaves no one out.
No religiosity brings
Good tidings,
But a childlike faith —
God remembers everything.
12/6/2018
I didn’t mean to invade her privacy,
I was simply taking the trash out late that night;
I never noticed how from the back of the house
You could see right into her bedroom when she turned on the light.
The curtains were sheer and not completely closed,
Her silhouette was outlined and her flesh exposed;
I am not a peeping Tom but in my tracks I froze,
Watching her tantalizingly removing her clothes.
She stood in front of her full length mirror;
I inched a little closer to see her clearer.
It was as if she was even teasing herself,
Slowly undressing and watching her own reflection;
Her fingertips caressing the smooth exposed flesh;
Her exhibition demanded my full attention.
She is twenty-five years old and my neighbor’s daughter;
I am twice her age and a little bit more;
I know I am wrong to be standing here watching
But a more beautiful nubile I’ve never seen before.
Her clothes are now strewn on the floor by her feet,
She is totally naked and pleased by the sight;
Slowly she turns looking over her shoulder,
Making sure all of her parts are shaped just right.
God must be very angry at me,
But, God created this wondrous beauty.
She took inventory of body parts with both of her hands,
Pleasing herself with her delicate touch;
I knew that I should be turning away;
I was enjoying her exploring a bit too much.
She kissed her own reflection returned in the mirror
Then turned and walked toward the windows;
Just before pulling down the night shade
She waved to me hiding in the shadows.
Ashamed of myself and embarrassed by my actions,
I returned to my house all alone;
She knew I was watching and vexed by her beauty,
It was me she was teasing all along.
Yet it brought back memories of when I was younger
And my wife more beautiful than she;
Although I’m a widower for seven long years,
That night, again my bride was with me.
It’s a chill and rainy Saturday night in New Haven - it’s Superbowl eve! My roommates Leong, Anna and Lisa and I were playing a game of Upwards - it’s a scrabble-like word game and we’re all strangely super competitive.
My phone went “dunk!” A happy ‘Water jug’ sound messages make when they're from one of my favorites. The message was from Charles. He was at the front gate with a package that came to the house where Charles and Mrs. Charles live (about 600 yards from the dorm). He passed me the package through the bars at the main gate, “Thanks,” I said, “ga-night,” and he was gone.
Back in my room, I ripped the box open like Christmas morning. The word game could wait - this package was from Paris. The light beige, Jacquemus, ‘Les Ballerines mary-jane pumps’ I’d ordered (forever ago) had arrived and they fit like soft leather gloves.
“Ooo! Glampse!” Lisa pronounced.
“Aren’t they?” I agreed, swiveling my hooves to show them off in the full length mirror.
When I rejoined the Upwards game, talk had shifted to tomorrow's Superbowl.
“I read yesterday that Taylor’s on her way (to the Superbowl)!” Leong declared.
“I like that she likes the NFL now,” I said.
“A lot of people hate her for it,” Anna countered.
“She was on camera twice, for 11 seconds total, in a 3-1/2 hour long game. If that upsets you, you’re bringing a lot of your own baggage to the plot.” I updogged.
Leong wants to order vegan “wings” for the SuperBowl.
“What, exactly, are those?” I asked, apprehensively.
“You’re the girl who talked me into trying buffalo-frog-legs in Paris? Ney?” Leong enquired, sarcastically.
“Yeah,” I admitted, guiltily, “but they were delicious,” I said in self defense.
I’m picking the Chiefs 30-20 over the niners.
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glampse = glamorous
"Let's get a tickle on!" Sounds from his lips.
He mischievously wiggles those fingertips.
"Her tickle-flex has been found!"
Now she's rolling on the ground.
She tucks her knees up to her chest
To resist him at her best.
Her laughter takes away her strength.
He straightens her to her full length.
Shoulders, ribs, ankles, knees
He won't stop til he hears her pleas!
He chuckles. He rises. He takes her hand
And pulls her up to help her stand.
He turns and starts to walk away.
She tugs him back without delay.
She grips his calves and starts her tease
With rhythmic rubs and the odd squeeze.
He can't escape flat on his face.
His untamed laughter fills their space.
Now he's the one who roars and begs
For the freedom of his legs.
She stops. They exhale a restful sigh,
Smiling, facing eye to eye.
"Let's get a tickle on!" She mocks in jest.
"Just wait til next time little pest."