Science in discovery
Creating Frankenstein’s mate
Companion support
Considered Monsters at large
Electricity reaction
Experiment during a lightning storm
Romance rushed the air
Frankenstein and his sweet mate standing together
A sudden embrace
Husband and Wife
Neither will be alone
No fanfare Wedding
Just plain and simple
Comparison with care
Perfection in creation
Face to Face attraction
Masterpiece sensation
Love found its component
No one would have ever imagined
Love found its spot
Frankenstein acquainted with his sweet
Their love can’t be beat
The sundown forming a shape of a heart
Love on and continued bliss
He was paving over the cracks
She wore black underwear
The night was grey
Her nipples came alive under the soft, silky material
And for a time, he was lost in lust
She liked married men
They had wives to go home to
He was fighting guilt and pleasure
Mostly, he was fighting himself
She watched him go
Men and their women, she thought
Money was her man
Plain and simple
The drive home was guilt in miles
Quietly opening the door
Slipping into bed with his beautiful wife
His beautiful untouchable wife.
Soliloquy Colloquial
When I saw this contest
I knew I had it beat
Speaking plain and simple
is really kinda sweet
Like stealing candy, from a baby
It will be a piece of cake
They won't know, just what hit them
When I leave them in my wake
But I'm sure they'll rack their brains
And put their ducks all in a row
Hold their cards close to their chest
'cause they think their in the know
But of course, as fate would have it
I'll finish last and have a cow
while someone other than myself
Will have penned, the cat's meow
Neither Dumb Belle nor dumbell: The Search for Personal Identity.
Made in His image Divine, one and one equals two
The differences plain and simple in design
Does not "Woman" mean "Female Man,"
From First Man her origins taken?
Together strong and flexible
In time they find each in and as the other
Indispensible to humankind's survival
A perfect pair in God's blueprint for life
God's portrait as a dyptich,
Masterful, expressionistic, abstract and figurative
A little lower than angels, yet crowned in his glory
Strength and Kindness gifted to each one...
Yes in deed, God in plain sight of angels
made the two of them become as one-
Holy, wholly separate, inseparable, in mind, heart-
The children of His Love for Life
A vision for all to see-together his image on earth.
Together, one and one equals three
Aqua Marine. Just Musing on a Personal Journey of My Own.
30 March 2025
(First of a series on personal identity. :) )
Faithfulness has something to do with character
Character that goes beyond knowing yourself
Denying oneself to the border of humbling more
How you love the one you believe is dedication
Dedication more than self-esteem is transgression
More that chosen is faithfulness in nature
Human nature that is self-initiative and spiritual
Spiritual that is deep emotional and justifiable
Living in plain and simple way of godliness
Giving the utmost attention of self-denial
Carrying one's cross and follow God's will
In God's commandment is life's forevermore.
A NOTE FROM MALCOLM
My advice is free, and time’s not billable
Try speaking French and I will soon know
Don’t claim a local or a provincial accent
It really does not sound as if heaven-sent
Nor a comment heard such as il fait beau
As the accent is always on the last syllable
As a teacher, these things do really matter
One must develop that Gallic look as well
Sometimes that simple shrug just says it all
From Southern Pyrenees up North to Gaul
Whether from Paris or le Midi, one can tell
In some regions, the vowels do sound fatter
So, let us practice the deep grunting sounds
And don’t forget all those hand gestures too
But accents can apply to letters when written
Cedillas, acute or grave never seen in Britain
Where just the plain and simple words will do
Whilst pretty perfume accents do the rounds
Despite vanilla's subtle sweet and unique exquisiteness
it's encumbered by being considered plain basic and unexciting.
It's seen as being neutral, insipid in need of embellishment
It's a blank soft white canvas needing to be added to.
But in essence, the vanilla bean seed
has a sweet, creamy, sweet and slightly floral taste.
It has a gentle lovely and subtle aroma.
Vanilla is the muse for every dessert makers dream,
In custard, ice-cream, cookies and cakes you adore,
Vanilla infuses its magic in every bite we explore,
Imparting a fragrance that lingers long on the tongue.
Vanilla much belied, maligned, vilified, mocked and ostracized,
Deserves another go, all on its own, plain and simple!
After a week of treatment, a pill each day, combined with messages “ you have completely humiliated me and made me look an idiot in front of a whole lot of people, inside and outside of work.”
Love is only remembering. Texts within my journal, interpolating old words which are plain and simple. These are vague reminders that there’s nothing in your life.
Next day after nothingness, she’s saying “can’t you recognise? That I’m sensitive!”, “stop telling me stuff that reinforces it”, “it’s not making a positive difference”, “Thanks for telling me this”.
Love is only a future memory which includes someone else. More messages “are you drunk, drunk? I ask”,” are you drinking”, her final reply is “go figure it out”.
Making you feel unimportant or blamed is worse than any rejection even lower than rejecting yourself.
Another text message states, “I don’t want a relationship with someone, who that cant recognises when they call someone nasty”. The day after the next she calls me a "
I try to keep my brain alert
By writing poetry.
I am still trying to think,
But my mind is deserting me.
My mind is in a muddle,
As is my pitiful brain
It is a constant struggle
Am I going insane?
Or have I already gone
And I don't know it yet.
Will my mind recover?
Or is this as good as it gets?
I am becoming invisible,
Like a plain blank wall
I blend in with the surrounding
And cannot be seen at all.
I have become a spectator.
Not an innovator of life
I must keep my mouth shut,
Because my words may cause strife.
Plain and simple words
It is my language of choice.
Individual thoughts
That gives me a voice.
To share opinions,
And different points of view.
Every day teaches each other,
And learning too.
I try to keep my brain alert,
By writing poetry
I am still trying to think
But my mind is deserting me.
Maybe I have a writing cramp,
I am sure I do not know
Whatever you like to call it
I wish it would hurry up and Go!
How can one ever describe real love
An all consuming ache for someone
A feeling that's difficult to describe in words
It defies cliches and interpretations
In reality it captures the honest simplicity
The basis of what life is about
It's the best description anyone's come up with
Plain and simple without a doubt
When it finally happens, it's never a question
Feelings deep down let's you know
That this one's a keeper so hang on for dear life
You're approaching the love plateau
Where life for the first time has real meaning
Finally everything falls into place
From that point forward true happiness reigns
Can't wipe the smile from my face
The things that seemed so important before
No longer have any urgency
Down for the count, there's no turning back
A love that lasts for eternity
Forty-eight, sixty-eight, eighty-eight
Age has no bearing whatsoever
When it comes to a gorgeous young filly
As long as she's breathing, that's all we need
When the time we have left gets short
We must use the time remaining
To drink in all the beauty that life has to offer
At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man
Please excuse my verbosity
I'm just trying to explain the working's
Of an old man's mind or ANY man's mind
Gorgeous women were always meant to be
Admired, gawked at and drooled over
Plain and simple... it's why we exist!
So here's to gawking, may I gawk forever
It sends shivers down to my toesies
With each sweetie that prances by
My wiggler starts wiggling
And puffs of smoke stream outta my ears
Romance the song
I sing
define each and every word
romantic Kisses
Me and You
Let our song
Be heard
Winks and Glances
a smile or two
holding hands
like lovers do
It's all
about Romance
Going out our way
to show we're
together
Letting everyone
know who we are
that's my lady
I'm her man
that's my lady
Baby hold my hand
it's romance
plain and simple
a smiling face
wearing a dimple
together
baby
we are together
Seventeen, thirty-seven, fifty-seven
Age has no bearing whatsoever
When it comes to a gorgeous young filly
As long as she's breathing, that's all us guys need
When the time we have left gets short
We must use the remaining time
To drink in all the beauty that life has to offer
At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man
Please excuse my verbosity
I'm just trying to explain the working's
Of an old man's mind or ANY man's mind
Gorgeous women were always meant to be
Admired, gawked at and drooled over
Plain and simple... it's why we exist!
So here's to gawking, may I gawk forever
It sends shivers down to my toesies
With each sweetie that prances by
My wiggler starts wiggling
And puffs of smoke streams
Outta my ears
Abuse-- Talking about and downgrading any woman is not truth. You ought to know exactly what it surely is and that is just plain and simple raw.... Abuse. There isn't any use of ignoring nor making any excuse, for what you have said or done... For us women it isn't funny or even cute.... keep doing this and you will lose because it's only.... Abuse... Hitting and pulling hair is plain point abuse, to women it feels as though it is a noose. The whole world knows this can't be hidden, no, no way because it's just straight-up evil...Abuse.
2A protects them all;
A plain and simple read:
“Shall not be infringed.”
What else do you need?
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