Well not to spook you all who are trying to take things so slow but I knew in my heart that it was love right from the begining long before there was a face to face and the meeting in person just confirmed it for me. It took a little longer to proclaim it outloud, because my sense of reason kept getting in the way. Believe me we are well aware that this happened at warp speed, and continues to do so, but the ride is nice, and it is a relief to see it for what it is.

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Originally posted by dalilamakarma:
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Originally posted by scoutmom:
[qb] Now because I'm not a poet but a talespinner would it be ok to post a story or two? And mine believe it or not are non-fiction and true to life. [/qb]

Sure scoutmom, I think any writing that is our own would be good here. It will help our friends here see another side of us. [/qb]

Well I'm still waiting to see your backside. When are you going to post those pics?

(jk really, just a joke, just harmless flirting is all, lol. I just can't help it, I have no control of myself. That Mr. B has just created a S** driven maniac.)

all see what I can acomplish this weekend, in the mean time for only 19.99 a month you could go to deliciousdali.com and check out all kinds of pics. JK LOL

This is supposed to be a thread for people to put there writings up and it has degenerated into chaos. Just like the other threads me and scoutmom touch. Sorry Robin!

dali - thats a lovely poem. now why cant i find a nice guy who will write me a poem like that? about the most romantic thing the guy im seeing now says is "make me a cuppa luv"!!

Okay....so....everyone's writing stuff. We've had poetry, then a story (which made blush, BTW). I actually have a sort of prayer, which I wrote a while back while struggling with some of my own personal demons.
Which is strange in and of itself, I am not in any way conventional religious. Still, here it is...

A Prayer for the Troubled

When the present and future appear to be a gray and featureless vision - Lord, help me see

When my soul is troubled, when the past only forecasts a dour future - Lord, lift my thoughts

When my mind burns, my thoughts a maelstrom of doubt and confusion - Lord, cool the fire

In each of us we have the capacity to the Giver or the Taker - Lord, help me to Give

In all of us, in some dark corner of our souls, lives the Unmaker, the Destroyer. It feeds the darker angels of our nature and is the root of every venality we author - Lord, help me to resist, to think clearly, to know the Right

In all of us, at the center, it the Maker, the Creator. It is the Light of All Life. - Lord, help me to Make, to Create, to see You, to know You.

Lord, help me find Peace.

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Ok... I think you all are just trying to confuse me! Who's Miss X ? Who likes who? lol ... c'mon you guys... you can tell me. *wink & grin*

Thanksgiving


Many will gather with family and friends this year,
To share in a guiltless feast,

Taking a moment to offer thanks
While Dad is carving the meat.

Others will wait in serving lines,
With plastic utensils in hand,
Thankful at least one meal this year-
Isn't from a garbage can...

Many will feel the loneliness...
Traditional holidays can lend-

And try to be thanful for something
While waiting for the day to end...

Others will not be affected,
By the American's holiday,
And, I doubt the Natives are thankful---

For the pilgrims who came to stay!

Dali, that's a beautiful piece of yourself that you shared with us. It's wonderful to see the tender, vulnerable feelings that men truly have. This miss x will be a lucky lady if things work out for the both of you.

I still think you look like the Russian from one of the Rocky Movies. "Me, beeg, strong Russian warrior weeth tender heart"

Binarian, that was powerful, hope you don't mind if I borow it.

Inni that was very moving, did you write it?
Some wrongs can never be righted.

Pooker, I do not look like Dolph Lundgren, stop looking at the bleached hair and look at the other picture. And where is the Pam, Raquel, Jessica picture we have all been waiting for.
And this thread is for writing, so post a poem, a prayer, or a story.

borrow away

If this is too long let me know and I'll delete it.

Michael�s talk about the Birds and the Bees:
A Mother�s Tale
Preface
I am writing this down in hopes to remember one of the funniest parenting experiences I have had yet. For those of you reading who know my son you will not be surprised by it but will hopefully get a chuckle or two. It all began when I picked him up from my grandmother�s place after work one day. I had quite the lousy day and was tired and coming home late. I was in the height of my menstrual cycle (no, I am not trying to share too much info here, I am disclosing this for a reason) so I spent the day struggling with severe cramps and a migraine, it was the worst month in a while to boot and I had been dealing with jackbutts all day long. I was mainly blaming things on the moon because the harvest moon was at it�s fullest that night. The next time I see this on the calendar I am going to call in sick and lock myself in my house.
The following events are written down exactly as I remember them and I tried to keep the conversations worded just as they had been. I in no way tried to embellish things to make this more interesting because frankly, as many of you know, that usually is not needed when it comes to events in my life. I know God has a sense of humor and my life seems to be his favorite prime time sit-com.

Chapter 1: The Car Ride

I arrived at my grandmother�s around seven thirty having spent the last three hours fighting and screaming at idiots on the Jamaica and VFW Parkway. I then had to sit through mile after mile of construction before I even got to the halfway point to home. When I finally made it, I practically crawled up to the house because I was in so much pain. I of course remembered to pull out the pain meds in the morning but then the ADD got the better of me and I left them on the kitchen counter. All the stuff at work had expired when President Reagan was still in office and had no effect. I guess the geniuses at work decided to take Nancy�s �Just Say No to Drugs� campaign to the next level leaving me to suffer in anguish throughout the day. Because I was so late in picking up the joy of my life he was climbing the walls and wanted to recount every single second of the Sponge Bob Squarepants episode he had just finished watching. I gave him a couple of his sleeping meds hoping that they would start to kick in by the time we left grandma�s house, and maybe just maybe I could finally have some peace and quiet time. I mean what more could possible come up that day? We were less than five minutes from home and soon CSI would be on and my men Grissom and Stokes would make everything go away.
When will I ever learn that the minute I think there is a light at the end of a tunnel it quickly turns into the good �ole Union Pacific heading full speed down the tracks.
As we started out of the driveway I had asked my little inquisitive angel if he could lower his voice and slow down the chatter because I had a killer migraine. He had asked why I had a headache and didn�t I get enough sleep the night before. Now usually I believe honesty is the best policy and for the most part I have always told him the truth. After the following events I may have to rethink that policy. I told him it was because I had my period and did he remember what that was. I had to have that particular talk with him a month or so before because I came home to him using my entire new box of tampons as rocket launchers and those darn things are too precious to waste. Well he says to me � Yep I remember, it�s when you lay an egg and it (as he dramatically drops his hands down) falls right out of your body. Then you need those things (tampons) to put inside you to keep the egg from falling out and hitting the floor and breaking.� Now as colorful a picture as that is, that was not exactly how I had explained the process.
�Well Michael� I said, � that�s not exactly it but it�s close enough�. He says, �Well what does happen then?� I asked him if he really wanted to know right then and there at the traffic light (and that is one stinkin� long traffic light) or could it wait until another day. He says quite enthusiastically �No I want to know now, tell me puleeeeeez� Ok, here goes:
Women have these little things kind of like marble bags inside that hold a bunch of teenie weenie eggs. They are soooooo small you need a microscope to see them. She also has this pouch inside called the uterus. Every month the uterus fills up with blood and tissue, then one of the eggs goes down this tube called the fallopian tube and then lands in this pouch that�s all soft from the blood and tissue. �So it�s kind of like when you get a tissue all wet from the bathroom and it�s all soft and clumpy,� he says. �Yep you got it.� I said. Well if you have a dad and you want a baby then the eggs turns into a baby inside the pouch. He says, �Oh so all the blood has all the food that the baby needs to grow inside you?� Yep you got it again. If there isn�t a dad then the body needs to get rid of the egg before it spoils and makes room for a fresh one the next month. The blood comes out of the body through an opening called the v*****, which is the same place that a baby comes out if there was a baby. �Is that where your pee comes out?� he says. �No, but it�s right next to it in the same place� There, all explained, I thought it was over. Nope silly rabbit, you�re not done yet. �Mom, what do you call the real words for�I don�t want to say what they call it in school I�m embarrassed.� Go ahead I said, I�ve heard it all it won�t bother me. � Your b****� Oh that�s easy I said �Those are called t******** and the pouch that they sit in is called the s******, and your pee pee is called a p****. OK are we all done now, all set on the terminology? Have you had enough, please please say yes?�

�Well what are they for?� For the love of heaven why is he doing this to me? �Well the t******** have these little swimming things called S**** and those are what you need to make a baby� �Mom� he says �how do dads help make a baby? I know you can�t just have a baby by standing next to them.� I said � Well Michael that�s probably a talk we should save until you�re a little bit older� He says �No, please tell me now I really want to know.� I asked him if he was sure he really wanted to know, and we were almost home and wasn�t there some good cartoon on TV that he would rather talk about. Like how about that Sponge bob and Patrick aren�t they a hoot? Nope he was not to be swayed, he wanted answers. Ok then I can do this. I really wasn�t planning on having this talk until he was much older if ever even. Isn�t that what the high school locker room was for? Well I guess he better to hear it from me straight then to draw his own conclusions. Well here it goes, you can do it Heidi you�re an adult. Go ahead explain.
�Well Michael when a man and woman who love each other get married and decide they want a baby he takes his p and puts it in her v. �GROSS!� He exclaims quite loudly. �Well when you�re older it isn�t so gross. So I ask him if that was enough and should we stop. No he wants to know more. �Well all the little sperm swim up to the pouch and one of them, the strongest and best swimmer crawls inside the egg, and POW! It starts turning into a baby. Then the rest I think you have a pretty good idea about and if not we will rent a NOVA video� Thank goodness I thought we finally reached the parking lot and I can put this whole traumatic experience behind me.

Chapter 2: The Kitchen
Michael, on the other hand, had different plans. I get into the kitchen to start popping painkillers like M&Ms. Curled into a ball by the kitchen sink. �Mom, why does it hurt you so much to lay the eggs?� Well I was not about to re-explain that I don�t in fact lay the egg. Well, standing by the sink I think, ok here�s a good visual. I took the dishrag and wet it with water and then told him to imagine that was the uterus and the egg was inside. Then I started squeezing, and twisting it until all the water was out and said that was why it hurt. He looks at me with this look of pure horror and says, �Is it going to hurt me like that too?� Then (at this point it took every once of my being to not completely lose all bladder function and pee my pants laughing) he doubles over, knees bent, clutching his abdomen saying �Like this, I have to get them out, I have to get them out� I, after I was able to regain the use of speech, said � No Michael it doesn�t hurt boys at all and you won�t have to worry about it for a long, long time. And that talk I am definitely saving until you older. Now it�s time to go to sleep� And time for mommy to have a big glass of rum.

The end, well for now anyway.

Good story GF

k, if I read the whole thing I will not be able to keep the nerve up to post my most recent attempt at poetry. Thanks Dali, Look what you did, making me get up the nerve to post. hehe

alright everyone, NO LAUGHING!!!!!!

I'd been taught since I was three
that men wanted only one thing from me
I lived with the pain so long
why in the world could I not be strong
so strong was the pain
until one day
I met a special guy,
**** ***** is his name
He took my hand and made me see
that a man could care for me because of me
now I love him because he's he
and he loves me because I'm me
If things work out for him and me
together side by side we'll always be

I look back over the days
though their becoming a haze
and I can see
an enormous change in me

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Originally posted by dalilamakarma:
[qb] I thought I'd start this off but I expect to see others posting as well. Don't leave me hanging.

I thought my life was over, felt like a haunted shell
Surely my heart could not survive a trip through all that hell
I never would have guessed that life could start anew
I never would have dreamed that I would find a friend like you
To have my heart recovered, all its bloody wounds were healed
To find that my love had not died, only hid me in a shield
You stripped away my armor, with just a tender touch
Your kiss, your love, your sweet caress, things I needed oh so much
I know we never planned for this, some things just have to be
I found a love inside of you, that found a love in me


Dali [/qb]

That is an amazing poem and it gave me the nerve to post one of mine. I know it is not as good as yours but there it is. Thank you for starting it off for us.

[QUOTE]Originally posted by scoutmom:
[QB] OK that answers that. This is a short story about the word love and when is the right time to use it. It was an email I sent after a certain someone had used the word in a greeting and the pure mental chaos it caused me shortly after.
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Are you reading my thoughts? This is way to familiar. (kinda glad it is not just me)