Flowering Love

Oh what is love but not a joyous feeling,
Laughter from enlightened eyes,
Open arms, to every one who enters,
Sharing in what this old world provides.

Oh what is love but a friendship rising
From the dust of desolate sin
Forgiving all past desecrations
Of living men, as beasts fall

Oh what is love, if not in your eyes,
As upon me they gaze today
Astounded, that I 'm weak and lowly,
Tired, from the mid days' sun.

Oh what is love, if not a prayer dear
To wish me well in all I do.
And what is love, if I don't try dear
To shepherd all,
To understand what's true.

A Lady's Life.

Beholden

Walk this land with me
Feel the softness of her mossy floor
Smell the pine covered roads of nature
Leading deep in to Gods' Land, so pure and strong.

Show me lush green pastures
Feed me words that I so yearn
Touch my heart so I can feel it
Love me, so I believe it's real.

Hold my hand in trust for me.
Let me sleep in blessed peace
Wake me, to a glorious dawn
Away, from divine warriors songs.

Walk, this spiritual land with me
Befriend, every grass and tree
Rock my soul in heavens' wind
Feed me words, in silent swells.

And one day, I shall be full
Knowing , reverent, touched by grace
Glad of peace and love and grail
From my last supper, at your table.

No longer hungry
No longer frail.
No longer weary
Sad nor pained.
I'll walk free, on my faiths' path

And here my love, is
Where we shall meet
In Gods' land, we'll stand and
Weep.

A Lady's Life.


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There's a new garlic diet going around. You don't lose weight, but you look thinner from a distance. - Red Shea

The most pitiful case in psychiatric history concerns the two-faced woman who talked to herself and tried to have the last word.

I nearly got mobbed yesterday. I went to an antique show and said, "whats new?"


Have a good one :)

What is What is

I see no justice in the scars
I see no pain amongst the stars
I see what is, what is, what is.........
And what is not.

I see the laws
They scar the stars
Without the laws, there are no stars
No pain or justice, nor night or day
Just what is, what is, what is........
And what is not.

And what is not, is what I am
The scars, the justice and the pain
The star lit skies out in the dark
The flickering lights, in a tranquil night

There is no pain amongst the stars
No scarred stars without the laws
So why does my heart,
Blame the world?
Why does it fear what is , what is?
If what is not , is what I am.

For then it must be that I am
I am the laws the scars and pain
I must be justice, blackness and light
I must be a star, in a sky filled night

And if am all of those things
Then why do I seek one, to put the blame
For I am and I am not
And then I am what's in my heart.
And my heart is just what is, what is

And then again....... it's what it's not.

A Lady's Life

When is a baby not a baby?

When it's grown up.

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Old wise experienced man comes back to his car & finds ticket saying
'Parking Fine'
He Writes a note on it and mails it back to the ticket issuer:
'Thanks for the compliment.'
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Cheeky Squirrel by A Lady's Life

I am faded.
Lost........absorbed by the
Enchanted woods around me
I gave way to my troubles
To no future and no past.

Indifferent I sit in these beloved woods.
For in them there is no tomorrow.
It's all today.....today .....today.......

And if not for a cheeky squirrel
Chittering to awake me
I'd be there still
Captured and enamored
Lost inside myself and thoughts.

I am faded and absorbed.
I feed the woods with my bloods' soul,
For here, no tomorrow's to be found,
Just today... today ... today

And if not for the cheeky squirrel,
Chittering to awaken,
Anger me and pull me out,
I'd be still, without tomorrow.
Instead.........

I smile into this beloved face
The face I know so well
The face that grows old with me
The warm, soft face, that dwells

Deep inside my heart, where
your eyes can see through mine,
Tired, worn, and true,
I have to think, this cheeky squirrel
Brought me back to you.
A Lady's Life

Perfect Love

They hang their heads in sorrow
Lamenting tulips
Not to see tomorrow.

The bright heads remain
To reign in this domain
Untouched by friend nor foe.

Lucky flowers,
Living for tomorrow.

A Lady's Life
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My neighbors young maple tree dried up because of all the people walking their dogs who let them pee on it.
They take leisurely walks up and down this street into the bog, with leashes long, not caring
that they are not alone. (God forbid you do this by their homes. lol)
As I have dogs in the house, every passing dog knows and gives out a sole bark just in front of the house.
It's a private joke I think, between dogs, meaning:
I'm taking a walk and pissing on your tree and you are still inside lol
So all heck breaks loose in my house as my dogs would love a piece of the action outside.
So unfair. lol

To give my tree a chance, I built a wooden box around it, filled it with soil and planted tulips , daffodils and
jasmine. All the tulip bulbs disappeared and the few flowers that did come out, the children would come and pick them to give their Mothers. lol
The Mothers were always upset thinking it would upset me but how can you be upset when a child picks flowers, he thinks are beautiful, to give his Mother?

I would stand and watch their little faces and saw nothing but pure love, as they took great care in choosing which flower they wanted to give her. :)

This is what a Mother lives for.
This is a Mothers' reward.:)

Today the boys have grown into young men and the daffodils that survived, seemed to spread a little after so many years of neglect.
I call them my brave little soldiers facing the elements of life and living.
A few Jasmine also survived.
I guess the squirrels don't like them either. lol

Life......Time.......Survival.......so poetic.
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Paddy and Mick get a pilot to fly them to Canada to hunt moose.

They bag six.

As Paddy and Mick start loading the plane for the return trip, the pilot says, "The plane can only take four of those."

The two lads object strongly. "Last year we shot six, and the pilot let us put them all on board; he had the same plane as yours."

Reluctantly, the pilot gives in and all six are loaded.

However, even with full power, the little plane can't handle the load and down it goes and crashes in the middle of nowhere.

A few moments later, climbing out of the wreckage, Paddy asks Mick,

"Any idea where we are?"

"I think we're pretty close to where we crashed last year," says Mick.

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Paddy & Mick find three grenades, so they take them to a police station.

Mick: "What if one explodes before we get there?"

Paddy: "We'll lie and say we only found two"!

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Paddy says to Mick, "Christmas is on a Friday this year"

Mick says "Let's hope it's not the 13th."

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Mick walks into Paddy's barn and catches him dancing naked in front of a tractor.

Mick says, "Oh no, Paddy, what ya doing?"

Paddy says, "Well me and Mary haven't been getting on in the bedroom lately & the therapist recommended I do something sexy to attract her....

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The Irish have solved their own fuel problems.

They imported 50 million tons of sand from the Arabs and they're going to drill for their own oil.


Have a good one. :)
xoxoxoxo

A Lone Soldier

A Lone soldier, he stands
A survivor
Resurrected
Every spring.
His roots deeply embedded
Where they are never found.

A lone Soldier He survives
Living through
The thick and thin
He is here, a sign of promise
A sign, that we are not alone.

A Single Soldier
Yellow and green
A bright survivor
Brave and strong
Resurrected
Every Spring.

A Lady's Life.


I planted many bulbs through out the years but few survive the pesty squirrels.
They come and dig them all out.
A few flowers survived and they keep coming back year after year.
This one looked so lonely and brave out on the front lawn.
I had to take a picture of it.

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Two bowling teams
One team all blondes
The other team all brunettes
Chartered a double decker buss for a trip to Ohio

The Brunette team took the bottom part of the bus
The Blondes took the upper part of the bus.

The Brunettes were having a heck of a time hootin and hollerin
Suddenly they noticed that the Blondes upstairs were very quiet... too quiet.

One of the brunettes went upstairs to find out why.
She found all the blondes sitting in fear, looking straight ahead of them, with white knuckles and bulging eyes.
The Brunette asked: Whats wrong?
We're having a great time downstairs.

One of the blondes swallowed hard and looked up at her
and then whispered


'YEAH SURE, YOU'VE GOT A DRIVER'


:)

Gulag of Freedom

It was escape.
I found my freedom
Away from the gulag of life

No one can touch me here
For I have evolved inside my head
I am floating outside
Between the bars, over fences
and I am free.

The air is fresh and
I am nourished
No aches found in my body
No blinding light
No one to fear for love has overtaken my soul.
Truly I have escaped
I have found a new world.
I am alone in beauty and tranquility

I see a friend
I take her hand and we smile
at each other
and yet she tenderly pulls me left
but I want to go right
She tenderly but firmly smiles
with pearly teeth and golden hair

I try to wrench my hand from her grasp
You can't touch me here for I am free
Free from gulags,free from dialogue
Absolutely free.

Yes, you are free. Let me show you the way.
Let me show you, your new world.
She beckoned
And I followed.
She was my spirit guide and she showed me
What I craved to see.
She showed me what I wanted to see and
She whispered truths I wanted to hear.

I was engulfed by an aura of beauty and enchantment
I had never experienced before.
But the reverie was not to last
I was jerked into the real world
I was pushed and shoved and beaten
I tried not to open my eyes so as to hold on to my freedom
but pain sheared into my ribs
Blood poured into my eyes as they fluttered open unseeing
and a voice I recognized to be mine,
shreiked up into a thick, cemented wall.

Determined not to lose my concentration
I kept my freedom focused in my mind.
I was alive and free, in a new world.
I was...........finally.........free.
It's not an illusion.
I am...........

A Lady's Life.

Who We Are.

I feel the pen quivering in my hand
with ever word I write.
Words engage my mind into feelings
which keep me alive.
I sing and dance to awaken my inner self
I cry to cleanse my soul of toxicity,
to set it free to fly into the light
I laugh and scream so anger leaves me and
I care not who hears me
For life's a dream,
A play, we leave behind.

A day will come when we are forced to awaken
from the dream, into true reality.
A reality, void of all the troubles we create
Within ourselves, just to keep it in real mode.

We'll see ourselves floating in a bubble,
As spectators,
To expressions of trouble in the outside world.

Our world is peaceful, without pain and sorrow,
But our nature, our need, to innovate, is real.
We can't wait for the curtain to rise
To express our dreams and fold into them,
As pages in a book, to tell a story
Of how a pin, pricked our finger so it bled red.
Of how vile a feeling it was to eat of something
putrid, which turned our flesh into yellow rot.
Or of how it was, to regenerate, rebuild into something beautiful again
Someone could actually fall in love with.
Or how one could love someone so ugly on the outside and
yet see how precious and beautiful the person was inside
we couldn't live a day without.

Who are we?
Are we real or floating in a bubble, dreaming, acting,
Wishing for sorrow and joy to ebb and flow
into our true state of existence?
Do we ripple from beyond recognition
Amplifying our existence into space
beyond our reach hoping someone would create us
into living bodies and then take pictures to send us back
in waves to fly by our bubbles so we could see our work
as we wrote them
with the quivering pen in our hand.

A Lady's Life

Raging Lady

The blackness of the sky, whirling her frilly skirts,
Like a demon, slapping me down into the soaking ground,
Belting me with hail stones, was her way to work,
Into making a decision, a decision not so far away from
My own, to either fight for life or die.

She did not flatter me to believe it was in any way
Going to be my decision, but hers alone.
Her scorn was very real.
A raging, water dragon lady, she allowed me to kneel
Just to blow me down again and roll me through harsh terrain
Tormenting my body, as her own soul.

Like I, she was unable to decide if she should fight or relent into tears.
I was nothing to compete against and my problems
Did not adhere to hers, as they were only personal to me.

On the edge of madness,I looked up into the blood stained
Eye of the sky, and laughed, screaming up into her wrath:
Decide!! Decide!! Demon Woman of the sky!!
Take me out of hell and let me die!!
Decide, and set me free!!
I know that's what you would have of me!

To which she rumbled and struck out in a deafening,
Explosive manner, pushing the arrogance in my face, down
Again into the muddy waters, drowning me in my own sputter.

Weakened by the tremendous power of her hand
I struggled to lift my bruised and bloodied face,
To squint half way up between her and Mother Earth.
In my madness, I couldn't understand the hesitation
She had the power and the will and here I was,
A willing victim.

And then it dawned on me, in her own way,
I was meant to perceive by this exhibition, that
My will to live was stronger than my will to die
I fought, by lifting up my head and she relented and
Cried before she push it down again,
Into soft mud, from which it was easy for me to rise.

She was forgiving, enchanting, wise and in total control

I dared not look up into the dawning of a new phase of the sky,
As she lifted up her black skirts
To show me, that in the end, the day would be brighter than bright.
I felt the caress of her warmth upon my back bringing me back to life and
To the living world, fluttering around me.

Humbled by her power and knowledge I secretly thanked her
For understanding me better than I did myself.
I went home to the love I knew I'd find there,
In spite of myself, in spite of everything that would be thrown at me
By living.

I was a man, as we are all men.
I was entitled to Gods' Given time in the sun, gifted to me.
I was entitled to my mistakes, to my failures, as well as to my victories
Because this is how we learn and take the knowledge with us when we die.
Each comes in its own time and my raging Lady showed me
It doesn't have to be hell,
to survive and
Death, is never an accident.

A Lady's Life.
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To write with a broken pencil is . . . pointless.....................

..........!

When fish are in schools they sometimes . . . take debate; because
they don't keep their mouth shut.


A thief who stole a calendar . . . got twelve months.

When the smog lifts in Los Angeles . . . U.C.L.A.

The professor discovered that her theory of earthquakes . . . was on
shaky ground.

The batteries were given out . . . free of charge.

A dentist and a manicurist married . . . They fought tooth and nail.

A will is a . . . dead giveaway.

If you don't pay your exorcist . . . you can get repossessed.

An Innocent Life

I was born an innocent
As innocent as the day I was born, I grew
Until I saw my Mother cry
In front of the Lord.

And I looked up at his stern face
No smile or smirk, I found
I wondered, why did my Mom cry
And why she knelt, head bowed.

I was born an innocent
As innocent, as the day I was born, I grew
And when I looked up at the Lord
I was concerned, cause he was scorned.

I felt his pain up on the cross
I wondered why he died.
And when I saw the people come
They knelt, with their heads bowed.

Today, I am not innocent
I am scarred, from life and death
I stand before the Lord
But my head, is not bent.

I still look deep into his eyes
To try to understand why he's so stern
So sad, he died, up on the cross
For men..... who do not learn.

I was born an innocent
I die each day a little
I bear my scars, from life and death
I cry, for all who suffer
I lost my smile and innocence
Watching young men die
But now I know why my Lord lives
He lives..... so I, my family, friends and hope survives.

A Lady's Life

A Waves' Kiss

A Waves' Kiss almost drowned me
I sputtered and rolled with it
Till it spit me out to dry
Onto the shore,
A rolling stone, for you to find.
As I opened my sand filled eyes
I was held in tender arms and heart
Asking me to stay alive.

Every day I walk along the beach
Searching...
Beseeching Neptune,
To bring you back but he brought more waves
glistening in the sunlight, as if they were the answer
to my broken heart.

Your tender lips revived me
As they breathed air into my soul
But then you went and left me
for others to console.
And now I walk deranged
Awakened by new life
Lovestruck and forgotten by
my savior's guiding light.

Some days, I think I see you swimming
Far out in the waves
Your kisses so disarming
Unlike the kisses from the wave.
One day I hope that Neptune,
Rolls you out to me.
Till then I'll keep our love safe and
Close to shore,
For you to see.

A Lady's Life.

One of Natures' Tricks

Rita Hayward was another actress very pleasant to the eye.
Her soft voice in Mame and her red hair, was seen acting with all the best actors of her day.
It's funny she didn't like to dance as a kid but it paid off and brought her to shine
with the stars.
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Your scent kept me awake last night
Strong willed I watched you soar
Into the deep blue horizon
Of a mid day sky

To love an Eagle is risquee
An Eagles' love is madness
No sight unseen from its' clear eyes and
Masculine precision.

I watched you from a limb, of an apple blossom tree
Pink and white and floral I hid, but you saw me.
You lunged, your wings spread eight feet wide
To land here on the limb of
My pretty floral cloud, fluffy pink and slim

And I fell on the ground, because of all the weight
I kept falling, when I watched you climbing, so far out .
I seemed to keep on falling, every time you were around
The cutting edge of your sword like claws
Always made me frown.

But you were kind in your approach.
You found me where I lay
You urged me to get off the ground
To fly for food that day

You nourished me like a small child
In the nest you built, and now
In your old age, here I stand,
Stead fast

Your scent kept me awake each night
Strong willed, I watched you soar
But in the end , we're all the same
Needy, in our time

Today you're strong and powerful and
Tomorrow, here you are
One of natures' tricks my friend
So sad .....but there you are.

A Lady's Life

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SHAVE & HAIRCUT

An old man walks into the barbershop for a shave and a haircut, but he tells the barber he can't get all his whiskers off because his cheeks are wrinkled from age.

The barber gets a little wooden ball from a cup on the shelf and tells him to put it inside his cheek to spread out the skin.

When he's finished, the old man tells the barber that was the cleanest shave he's had in years.

But he wanted to know what would have happened if he had swallowed that little ball.

The barber replied, "Just bring it back in a couple of days like everyone else does".

Enjoy your day!

Eh! My Lifes' Friend.

Sophia Lauren was one of the best actresses of her time.
She could play and probably still can play, any role you may throw at her.
She fitted every class of person in the world, begger, thief, Goddess, gypsy, dancer, Mother, lover , friend. ......
What ever she took part in, you knew she would be the best at. Life oozed from her lips and heart and the camera was there to capture it all and put it on screen.
Too bad she doesn't act any more.

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Eh ! I called you
Eh ! What is your name
Eh ! I can't forget you
Eh ! Come out and play

The music , it keeps playing
The songs, they fill the air.
And Love..... my friend is oozing
Between heaven and the land.

Eh! You know the meaning
Of friendship when it lasts
Eh ! It's love that's whispering
To your heart alone.

Eh! My friend ! Come out now.
Stop hiding behind veils
Be proud of who your are now.
Know love is not in vain.

Eh! I know you hear me
As I yell for God to hear.
Eh! I'm here to love you
Till the very end.

A Lady's Life.
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FINGERNAILS
One day Lena confided to her friend Hilda that she had finally cured her nervous husband, Ole, of his habit of biting his nails.
"Good gracious," said Hilda, "How did yew ever dew that?"
"It vas really simple," was Lena's reply. "I yust hid his false teeth."
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THE RELATIONS
Ole and Lena were getting on in years. Ole was 92 and Lena was 89. One evening they were sitting on the porch in their rockers and Ole reached over and patted Lena on her knee. "Lena, vat ever happened tew our sex relations?" He asked.
"Vell, Ole, I yust don't know," replied Lena... I don't tink ve even got a card from dem last Christmas."
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THE BIRTHDAY GIFT
Ole bought Lena a piano for her birthday. A few weeks later, Lars inquired how she was doing with it.
"Oh," said Ole, "I persvaded her to svitch to a clarinet."
"How come?" asked Lars.
"Vell," Ole answered, "because vith a clarinet, she can't sing.
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THE PRANK CALL
The phone rings in the middle of the night when Ole and Lena are in bed and Ole answers. "Vell how da hell should I know, dats two tousand miles from here" he says and hangs up.
"Who vas dat?" asks Lena.
"I donno, some damn fool wanting to know if da coast was clear".
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NORWEGIANS VS IRISHMEN ON THE JOB
There was a Midwestern phone company that was going to hire one team of telephone pole installers, and the boss had to choose between a team of two Norwegian guys and a team of two Irish guys. So the boss met with both teams and said: "Here's what we'll do. Each team will be installing poles out on the new road for a day. The team that installs the most phone poles gets the job."
Both teams headed right out. At end of the shift, Pat and Mike, the Irish guys, came back and the boss asked them how many they had installed.
They said that it was tough going, but they'd put in twelve.


Forty-five minutes later, Ole and Sven,the Norwegian guys came back in and they were totally exhausted. The boss asked, "Well, how many poles did you guys install?"
Ole, the team leader wiped his brow and sighed, "Sven and me, we got three in."
The boss gasped, "Three? Those two Irish guys put in twelve!"
" Yeah," said Ole, "but you should see how much they left stickin'out of the ground!"
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Eh! Hope you have a great day!!

Perhaps I'll Win Again

Doris Day sang this song and I never heard it before but I liked it.
In fact I like most of what they did in those days.
Women were true women unafraid to show it
The beauty and power of a woman should never be underestimated.

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Quick witted, I knew the score with you
You never laid your true hand out, for the show
You only showed, what you wanted them to see
You played the game, I knew you'd play with me.

I laid my cards out, without a thought of fear.
I showed my innards, to the man I loved.
Quick witted, I knew the score with you
You were entrapped and too dumb to know

And once the snare was set,
You kept on playing , thinking I'd relent
You were there to win a game
That was not there, to win

You only showed, what you wanted me to see
You played a game but it was not to be
The snare was set, before it all began
You were lost, before you played your hand.

The game, was not a game of chance
I was the winner, when I caught your glance
So discreet and yet, it was there for me to see
The true hand, you would play with me.

And so, I led you on so cool and mentally sound
I led you , to the final hunting ground
And you were fine until you were ensnared
For the true hunter, to let you loose and free .

But once composure, settled in your heart
You ventured forth, without your deck of cards,
Became the true lad, you were meant to be
The true man, for a girl like me.

The true line, I was there to hear
I love you,
Would not be written in the sand.
No wave would wash away this love.
No hidden calling Loon , to distract your heart.

Perhaps today, I'll rescue you, from your dire self
Perhaps today, is the last game you'll play
Perhaps today, you'll play your hand too well.
Perhaps today, at last, you'll take your players' hand
Perhaps today I'll lose, to win your heart
I won it once, I'll win it again.

A Lady's Life


In the end, it looks like it's the girl getting cold feet lol
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OLE LENA'S HONEYMOON
Ole and Lena got married. On their honeymoon trip they were nearing Minneapolis when Ole put his hand on Lena's knee.
Giggling, Lena said, "Ole, you can go farther than that if you vant to." So... Ole drove to Duluth.
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OUTHOUSE PROBLEMS
When Ole accidentally lost 50 cents in the outhouse, he immediately threw in his watch and billfold. He explained, "I'm not going down dere yust for 50 cents."
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SWIM COMPETITION
A Swedish woman competed with a French woman and an English woman in the Breast Stroke division of an English Channel swim competition.
The French woman came in first, the Englishwoman second. The Swede reached shore completely exhausted.
After being revived with blankets and coffee, she remarked, "I don't vant to complain, but I tink dose other two girls used der arms."
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VE COULDN'T AFFORD MORE
Two Norwegians from Minnesota went fishing in Canada and returned with only one fish. "The way I figger it, dat fish cost us $400" said the first Norwegian.
"Vell," said the other one, "At dat price it's a good ting ve didn't catch any more."
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BAR RIDDLE
A Swede took a trip to Fargo, North Dakota. While in a bar, an Indian on the next stool spoke to him in a friendly manner.
"Look," he said, "let's have a game if you answer it, I'll buy YOU a drink, if you can't, then you buy ME one, Okay?"
"Ya, dat sounds purty good," said the Swede.
The Indian said, "My father and mother had one child. It wasn't my brother. It wasn't my sister. Who was it?"
The Swede scratched his head and finally said, "I give up. Who vas it?"
"It was ME," chortled the Indian.
So the Swede paid for the drinks.

... Back in Sioux Falls the Swede went into a bar and spotted one of his cronies, "Sven," he said, "I got a game. If you can answer a qvestion, I buy you a drink. If you can't, YOU have to buy ME vun. Fairenough?"
"Fair enough," said Sven.
Okay . . my fadder and mudder had vun child. It vasn't my brudder, It vasn't my sister, Who vas it?"
"Search me," said Sven. "I give up. Who vas it?"
--- "It vas some Indian up in Fargo, Nort Dakoda."


Have a good one :)

Out Door Candle

I closed the door and it was so to stay
closed, so I would not see .
I locked the door to only look outside
Through a stained glass window
Shadowing the normal light

Outside a candle glimmered in the blue night sky
So quiet , peaceful it
Welcomed me outside
But here I stayed behind the door
Beside a warm, crackling apple tree.

Curled beside the fire in the hearth,
I was covered by a knitted shawl
Suited for cold winter nights.
Outside the air was fresh and cool and
My eyes stayed glued, like a moth to light

Hypnotic, mystic, it absorbed my lonely heart
It pulled for me forth, this candle of the night
I was a stranger, lost within thick dark walls
bursting to be free, from behind closed doors

The wind began to howl between the trees
Competing with a pack of wolves
Roaming wild and free .
The blowing snow caressed their fur and
Squinting eyes while
I sang a long sad song of life, inside

They heard it from outside the closed locked door
Bewildered, I heard them howling like before
The wolves joined in with the wind and me
Each sang their song in reverie.

Yet I was the one who sat inside,
A stranger, lost within warm walls
Fearing the welcoming candle
of the world outside


A Lady's Life.

What is Life?

"Art destroys silence."

"When a man is in despair, it means that he still believes in something."

Dimitrii Shostakovich


What is life if not senses of everything you see touch and feel.
And here you are my love
In every leaf, in every floating spore, in every tiny molecule of soft drizzle
covering the forest floor.

You are my love, in every horses breath as it stands snorting
muscles rippling after racing in the wind.
You are my love, in every puppy's kiss
and in every stock of yellow straw.
You are love's grace found in every flower,
In every bee that suckles the nectar from its' soul.

You are my love in every morning sun ray
in every blade of grass and dew between my toes
You are my love in every lightning and snow storm
You walk the plains with all emotions raw.

I take delight to feel you burst the bubbles.
to blend the morning sun light with the midnights' moon
You are my ever shining star so high
Above the highest mountain
You are my love, my life, my treasure
The beginning and ending of my soul.

A Lady's Life.

Blissful Joy

Blissful joy is what I live for
Cause pleasure is a made up word
My heart is pure with what I live for
It's me, a person with a soul inside.

At peace within myself I wonder
Why others seep in misery
Cause pleasure is a limitation
It will never let them see.

I look beyond my limitations
To stop the suffering I feel.
I find a moment of inspiration, then
I find another , to be strong

I am limited by gender
With living energy, I'm free
To create an inspiration
No other thing will let me be.

Blissful joy is what I live for
Drunk with joy the whole year through
I look beyond my limitations
Beyond all words, which make me blue
A Lady's Life


I guess people always speak about pleasuring themselves through sex, drugs, booze and material things etc... but pleasure is a limitation and does not free you from misery. It is just another thing that bogs your soul down, if you do not obtain it.
Spiritual freedom every one can understand and create within themselves and easily replaces the word pleasure,
with the word joy.
Joy doesn't have to appeal to pleasure .
You can experience joy without limiting yourself to the above pleasures.
To live life drunk with joy, is truly surpassing ones' limitations because you thrive on your own life energy.
That's a powerful thing.
Have a good one.
:)

Flowers of Life

I saw flowers, in a leafy green tree
They swayed so white and blue and gray
Changing shapes inside the green
They waved, Hello! Have a great day!

As I lazed upon the ground
My eyes were shaded from the sun
The flowers glowed, from up above
The golden rays enriched my blood

These flowers can't be picked or smelled
But I love them just as well
From them we get both sun and the rain
They always bloom from early spring.

The dawn of life turns into fall
But unlike leaves, they do not fall.
They do not wilt or fade away
They're always there,
Every great day!

A Lady's Life

These are not real flowers I am writing about but the spaces between the leaves which let through living energy to touch everything down below in shady areas.
These flowers never die because we have both deciduous trees and evergreens trees and oak with marcescent leaves.
So external life energy is always there to reach and rejuvenate your life energy.
:)

Dearly Deeply My Love is Sworn

A lonely star
A lonely rose
A bursting heart
So full of love.

A song that echoes through the land
Over white cliffs and sand
Across the oceans frothy waves
Dearly and deeply my love is sworn

Today... tomorrow my cross I'll bear
I'll wait forever if you dare
And love will spare your life for me
I'll see you here and there and there

A lonely star
A lonely rose
A wondrous thought
And you're ne'er alone.

A life is short and yet so long
A tear is wet and dry and strong
The longest road along the shore
Dearly deeply my love is sworn.

A Lady's Life

Traveller of Ways

A traveler of ways
he walked across the mountains and the plains
He slept among the stars and moon
howling to the wind when it blows.

The buffalo shared his ways
They knew the roads as well as he
They roamed where ever there was hay
Green grasses full, by water ways.

He was a traveler of ways
He learned survival from the land.
He tasted soil and dug for roots and
Absorbed the heat from earths' hot crust

He fished the ponds and ocean shores
For he was free to live and learn
A creature, like most men you see
Not good nor bad just here to be

Tomorrow is another day
To live to learn or die
The traveler of ways
Does not judge the air of time.
He leaves behind a legacy
The bones of what is yet to be.
A Lady's Life.