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Why am I attracted to certain types of women
The ones that display that indescribable feminine trait
Demure yet with that certain openness and lust for life
Those that send out those unmistakable signals
All men know what I'm referring to
It's a very feminine charm that beckons us to come hither
That says I want to know more about you
And we are all too eager to oblige
Hence the beginning
Stage two of this trial period happens
Engaging in conversation, we size up each other
And then it either ends at that point
Or it becomes the beginning of a relationship
With further exploration
More times than not, the relationship flourishes
Because the initial attraction was genuine
And is followed by a lasting affair
It is amazing how one's instinct
Usually steers us down the right path
Until we discover it, love is very difficult to define
It is all encompassing, life changing
The ultimate emotion, three cheers for love
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!!!
Today’s Thoughts
Written: by Miracle Man
5-8-2019
Morning quiet time whisks me to another time,
Two years past, at the worst six months of my existence.
On November 15th 2017 came Severe Spinal Stenosis surgery,
On December 27th 2017 I survived Open Heart Surgery for the “Widow Maker”,
Then three days later, on New Years Day 2018 I became
One of the eight percent Who survive Sudden Cardiac Arrest.
Doctors who previously had told my wife, there was very little hope,
Because there were just too many things going against me,
(I went from sixteen bags on a drip frame, to One, in seven days.)
And Doctors Began referring to me as Miracle Man, The Protected One,
And even Lazarus. It isn’t because “I’m a Tough Old Bird”
(Though I’ve always thought I was)
But through the prayers of others, and skillful Doctors that God had blessed.
God intervened because there are things I still must do for HIM.
Now, though I still possess the same keys,
The doors that I once negotiated without effort,
I find the locksmith has changed the locks.
Thank You Jesus for loving me.
Tom
Don't know why
T'wasn't thought of before
When I realized it
I was totally floored
I'm sure you must know
What I'm referring to
Not the meaning of life
Or why oceans are blue
Put your thinking cap on
I'll give you a clue
To do with some caramel
It's making me drool
It's made by Cadbury's
Called a Caramilk bar
I'm sure you've had one
The yummiest by far
Don't know their secret
Like magic methinks
Some spying if I try
Could land in the clink
Guess it's a puzzle
We'll take to our grave
Come back with the answer
Coz ghosts misbehave
They can spy on things
Without being seen
Then the secret will out
That'll be kinda keen
Then old Mother Earth
Will no longer ponder
We'll all catch our breath
At last know the answer
Enoch was the great grandfather of Noah and the father of Methuseleh and his book gives a unique view of the world before the flood, probably around 9,000 B.C. The name "Sumer" meant 'Land Of The Watchers' so Enoch probably lived in the area that is now Iraq. The book was lost for over 2,000 years with many ancient sources referring to it and even quoting parts of it but no complete copies were known. Then in 1773 James Bruce brought 3 copies back from Ethiopia having spent some years exploring there. Enoch had 2 main reasons for writing the book. The first was because The Watchers had instructed him to do it. The second was to save his family from The Flood.
Enoch wrote the book after his grandson Lamech was born but before Noah was born.
Still reeling (albeit figuratively) after amidst realization...
keys to apartment and 2009 Hyundai Sonata went missing
Yesterday August tenth year
two thousand and twenty one,
I experienced blitzkrieg of explosive panic
shattering an ordinarily calm veneer
me (a doubting Thomas) resorting to *****
re the higher power to rescue me sanity,
inducing absent appetite
and subsequent loss of weight
(think irritable bowels),
which shell shock spurred tête-à-tête
with divine creator yours truly did state
salvation to post traumatic stress
courtesy raging conflagration
within webbed wide world inside me pate.
Both yours truly and the missus
suffered major panic attack
analogous experiencing great fall
whereby figuratively our respective heads did crack
proxy war kickstarted incessantly bombarded
with blitzkrieg of emotional flak
bonafide doggone fusillade
without rhyme nor reason knick knack
rained down and thundered paddywhack
futile against railing training expert bombardier,
(no matter gunnery pro inside my head)
raining one after another blow,
I quickly lost track
impossible mission regarding wrack
con a sense, thus yak... yak... yak...
Continues poetaster describing his arc
of woe spiraling into endless anguish
and thinking worst case scenario did seize
thought processes, whereby
an unsuspecting individual found
and pocketed our treasured keys,
which would allow, enable and provide him/her
to steal aforementioned vehicle
and/or perhaps even access entrance
to apartment unit b44
threatening/killing both of us
referring to das scribe and his wife.
No such tragedy occurred
only rather humdrum end to saga
because wise
notion lodged itself
within sixty plus shades of gray matter (mine)
to rifle thru soiled clothes,
I hastily tossed into opened space
courtesy when bypass closet doors opened
and lo and behold sought after items beheld!
“Empathy is emotionally connecting oneself with another in his hardship and pain, showing compassion and loving concern” ~ by Poet
Through the country paths, I lazily loitered
Watching Nature in its changing hue
Straying farther into the interiors
Sundry and sublime vistas came into view
It was almost the end of verdant spring
Summer’s sun stood behind my head
Bleat of lambs was heard from far
"Good day to you"….. Someone said.
There stood on the plain, a boy around thirteen
Obviously, he was of tribal breed
With a beaming smile, he greeted me
But on walking to him, he ran like a steed
I saw him disappear behind the trees
And enter into a hut tiny as a nest
He lived in the lap of Mother Nature
Far from the city and its sooty dust
Being coaxed, he hesitantly came out
My tone of assurance and pleasing smile
Seemed to have won his confidence
As to a friend, he shared his eventful tale
Pointing to the sheep grazing in the slope
He said, he earned a living caring the flock
He stayed in the woods all day long
Feeding and tending his master’s sheep
From dawn to dusk, through woods and meads
He leads his sheep, calling them by their name
Un vexed, with simple pleasures he is content
And with a nomad’s life, he seems to be tame
He said at home he has his invalid mother
Bringing her back to health is his mission in life
On referring to his mother, I watched his eyes glitter
Nothing other than her illness posed to him a strife
From every utterance, I could sense his filial love
Even in abundance while shadows line many faces
On his visage, hope lingered as a dancing flame
To me he seemed above many, rich in other graces
While parting, I handed him some money
Pausing unbelievingly with moist eyes
He accepted it when a breeze passed caressing us
As if over the show of empathy, nature seemed to rejoice!
Feb.13.2023
Only a few have touched my soul
But those that have made quite an impact
I'm talking about the sweet women here
But some men do also attract
Some male athletes can surely impress
Their charisma wins the day
But it's the ladies to whom I'm referring to
Residing here in our cyber café
Don't have to possess stunning good looks
Warm hearts score bigger with me
True beauty they say comes from within
Which is what I've found it to be
What amazes me is the number of sweeties
Here in one place at one time
Guess because there's so many on the site
Is why I have love on my mind
Spiritual expression of love, connection,
and divine union
Beautiful eyes wonderful ears
She sees, He listens
Beautiful heart
Admiration: "Beautiful eyes, wonderful ears"
Joyful encounter: "She smiles, white pearly smile"
Divine resonance: "Father's heart, oval brown iris"
Anticipation: "Bridegroom coming, very soon"
Intimate connection: "He looks into my soul"
Divine attributes: "Genuinely listens, sweet heart, God's breath"
Selfless love: "Freely gives, doesn't take"
Union: "Wedded, we three"
Spiritual expression of love, connection,
and divine union
Beautiful eyes wonderful ears
She sees, He listens
Beautiful heart
Love reflects divine connection.
True union involves mutual understanding.
God's presence brings joy and selflessness.
Soul passage resonates
Soul shining with love and spirituality
"Oval brown iris" symbolizes uniqueness.
"He looks into my soul" represents deep understanding.
"We three" emphasizes the divine union
Spiritual expression of love, connection,
and divine union
Beautiful eyes wonderful ears
She sees, He listens
Beautiful heart
10/27/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
My referring scriptures
Song of Solomon 1:15: "Your eyes are doves."
- Psalm 45:10-11: "The king is enthralled by your beauty."
- Revelation 21:2: "The bride, prepared for her husband.
Ignorance is bliss said the uneducated Miss
Take the tiger by the tail, and then give a hiss.
A snake in the grass thought outside of the box
You can’t judge a book by its cover, said the ox.
Like a kid in the proverbial candy store
Good things come to those who wait said Moore.
In the nick of time there was a loose cannon swarm.
All together it became the perfect storm.
Cliques are like cans of worm said a tiny newborn.
But like all God’s favorite things, every rose has a thorn.
Grandma said, “The apple does not fall far from a tree.”
She was referring of course, to that arrogant baby, Little Lee.
What goes around comes around, Daddy interjected.
That’s the pot calling the kettle black, Mom said, feeling rejected.
No sense in beating a horse to death, said the uneducated Miss.
The grass is always greener on the other side. She blew them a kiss.
There are plenty of fish in the sea, they told Uncle Hank.
But now he felt dead as a doornail, he was sweet on Miss Lank.
He must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed someone said.
If only walls could talk! Hank lamented. His face was quite red.
Keep a stiff upper lip, it isn't that bad
Things will surely get better
Life is a series of these ups and downs
Surely isn't always fair weather
Unpredictable is a word that's often used
When referring to things in general
For some strange reason as we all get older
Life gets somewhat less pleasurable
Can't do the things we once did with ease
Restricted by physical abilities
At one time things were second nature to us
They now restrict our activities
But all things considered I'm doing quite well
For a man of my advancing years
Can't do ALL the thing I once used to do
Also lost some brain matter I fear
© Jack Ellison 2014