Tag: writing

In My Heart True

winter
Yet in solemn winter, beauty must end
And the singing of birds sure fades away
No longer in thick leaves to sit and lend
A joyous tune to the children who play.
So all the color from the world does fade
So swiftly the land becomes just one hue
Thus under the snow sweet flora is laid
The color and splendor taken from view.
Grasped so swiftly, and shaken to death
All that is lovely and warm on this earth
By the abject rue of cold winter’s breath
Still truly I say there still is much mirth:
For in my heart true, I sing soft and coo,
Thankful refrains of this joy that is you.

Seep Bone Coldly

Run Through

No warrior’s death is coming for me
no blood stained sword to release
my foolish life from it’s hollow chest
as I slow die on this field of shame.
Stench of copper vile taste of metal
adrift I’m alone and battered and torn
oh that I could recompense my love!

No quiet wake of honor shall be held
no slow loving march of the damned
will sure carry me to eternal sleep
no I shall ever wail silently as I decay.
Terrible mists of doom rise eerily and
creep hauntingly through fading eyes
cast upon the distant shore of love lost.

No angels of mercy will soar this field
thick with the rancor of bitter defeat
they will not remove this elegiac song
shrouded by sick stench of stoic hope.
Oh that I could in great haste be felled
not seep bone coldly into Hades cruel
might his dread hot abyss of suffering.

No arrow swiftly flying will find its mark
no sword nor spear will ever pierce me.
Aye, this poison by which I die yet slow
looses the design of even black vultures.
I will wither and die in years as it reigns
cold perfect terror over me and claws at
where slow my life leaking seeps to hell.

Breakfast of Champions

breakfast of champions on justruminating men's blog

If a diamond is forever,
then love is the San Francisco treat.
Just a little dab’ll do ya
so be all that you can be.

It’s the cheesiest, so just do it
you can have it your way.
So reach out and touch someone
it’s the best part of waking up.

And like a good neighbor, there’s
love and no more tears.
Once you pop, you can’t stop for
nobody does it like Sara Lee.

She lets her fingers do the walking
promise her anything, but give her love.
She’s come a long way baby
and brings good things to life.

But when it rains, I see it pours
and I deserve a break today.
For a mind is a terrible thing to waste
does she…or doesn’t she?

Her love is good to the last drop
so don’t treat your puppy like a dog!
Celebrate the moments of your life,
And don’t leave home without them.

I fly her friendly skies, they’re great
and I can have it my own way.
Keeps going, and going, and going
She is the pause that refreshes.

Takes a licking and keeps on ticking
nothing comes between me and my girl.
She tastes great though her love is less filling
I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!

Our Blog Community Kicks Ass!

friends on justruminating men's blogHi guys, I just wanted to share with you some of our blog milestones.  Yes, OUR, because without you, there wouldn’t be a justruminating.  These milestones would never have been achieved without your love and support.  I feel like bragging today.  Hell, I guess some level of validation, love, attention, appreciation never killed anyone; so give yourselves a pat on the back.

You have shown me kindness, attention, and over and over again showed that you would be with me no matter what I posted.  You’ve been incredibly instrumental in my recovery as well.  THANK YOU!  I will be back sometime early April with lots more good stuff!

As a way of saying thanks, I thought I would introduce you to the first 25 bloggers ever to follow me.  I found a cool new way to link to bloggers, so you will see others coming very soon!  The top link brings you to the blogger’s gravatar page, the bottom link to their website.

Show ’em some love and go say hi!

Look at what WE have achieved just since October 18, 2016!  This is what people can do when they come together in love and unity!  Good stuff people!

Justruminating Milestones:

1,308 Followers

885 Posts

59 Categories

7,826 Comments

39, 010 “Likes”

Best Day February 20th:

1,023 Views

344 Visitors

360 Likes

239 Comments

To My first 25 Followers, YOU ROCK!!

 

Reena Davis
http://yogawithmaheshwari.wordpress.com
Bryan Grogan
http://groganbryan.wordpress.com
Man of many thoughts
http://keithgarrettpoetry.wordpress.com
freckles for breakfast
http://frecklesforbreakfast.wordpress.com
Psychic Medium Ian Scott
https://thriveonnews.com
wildsoundreview
http://wildsoundwritingfestivalreview.wordpress.com
anansi2050
http://anansi2050.wordpress.com
Sheryl
http://biaatlas.wordpress.com
Annie
http://anoell.wordpress.com
Casey E Bean
https://caseyelizabethbean.wordpress.com/
Deniz Yalım
https://positivitynowblog.wordpress.com
Victoria B.
http://800recoveryhubblog.wordpress.com
arunabhdkonwar
http://nailapost.wordpress.com
storytellingcook
http://eating2016.wordpress.com
Thoughts in Life
http://thoughtsinlifeblog.wordpress.com
Chris Karl
http://FromAshesIRiseRecovery.com
abwrotethat
http://iamashishb.wordpress.com
no face woman
http://nofacewoman.wordpress.com
DirtySciFiBuddha
http://dirtyscifibuddha.com
hocuspocus13
http://hocuspocus13.wordpress.com
elenaflutterfly
http://blissinajar.wordpress.com
Success Inspirers’ World
http://successinspirer.wordpress.com
Minal Dalal Co-Creator
http://minaldalalblog.wordpress.com
yassy
http://yassy66.wordpress.com
WovenEclipse
http://rebeccasherratt.wordpress.com

If Ever

ever

If ever I kissed your lips
I’d take your breath away
hide it in a secret place
for all the live long day.

If ever I stroked your face
and stared into your eyes
you’d melt into the sea
under a thousand skies.

If I cupped into my hands
your soft and supple breasts
such rapid pants would escape
and you’d die a thousand deaths.

Should my hands then slowly trace
small circles on your skin
lost you’d be in the need
and never return again.

If ever I tongued you on
that symbol of your lust
you’d quiver and shiver so
such pleasure would be so just.

If ever I touched those lips
and so spent my passions deeds
not one man ever could
satisfy your deepest needs.