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Ya Gotta Love Em!

The rewards of having grandchildren are beyond counting. Just yesterday, I spent the morning with my six ("almost seven, Grammy") granddaughter who never ceases to amaze me. The day started out great. I went into town and picked her up at 7:30 am and we headed for the country where an all-to-quiet nature awaited the arrival of a little screaming voice. The trip itself was consumed by conversation of what she wants for her 'almost seven' birthday present. Even as I was strapping her securely into her car seat she was giving me subtle hints like "I want one of those things that comes with a thing and you make things with it ...I want one of those for sure Grammy" and, "Did you know they have this sorta pink stuff that's kinda like sand when you start but then you put water on it and it like dries and turns hard or something... I want one of those too." pause... "And don't forget about that doll that I told you about before... oh, I almost forgot, they have this really cool swimming pool for dolls and I want that too." Finally, she's strapped in and we went on our way! Halfway through the ride we came to a mutual agreement that when we got to Grammy's house we would make a list. Wow! My head was spinning trying to remember phrases like pink goopy stuff and kinda sorta sandy! As the day progressed, we forgot about the list. We had more important things to do on Grammy Day. It had been a while since we'd spent quality time together. I pushed her on the swing in the back yard where she pleaded to play Kick the Grammy (a game from her not so forceful youth that I was hoping she'd forgotten ), we picked black raspberries (I picked, she stood with her hand out) and we strolled through Grammy's woods where she told me "Grampa should get out here and mow this grass." As a grand finale she tied the door to my office shut when I went in to check my email. When she was finished, she innocently sat outside and asked "Grammy, can you come out here for a minute?" Getting out was no easy task. She had tied her jump-rope to the door knob, wrapped it around a nearby shelf and securely knotted it. I was impressed among other emotions with her knotting skills but thank God she doesn't yet understand the meaning of a taut rope! I had just enough play in it to get my hand through the opening and get myself out. Today I can't help but laugh at her antics. (Except for the one where she put the broom across the living room doorway and then yelled for me to come quick!) Like I said... Ya Gotta Love Em! And yes, I do.

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Written by HouseMouse
Ya Gotta Love Em!
The rewards of having grandchildren are beyond counting. Just yesterday, I spent the morning with my six ("almost seven, Grammy") granddaughter who never ceases to amaze me. The day started out great. I went into town and picked her up at 7:30 am and we headed for the country where an all-to-quiet nature awaited the arrival of a little screaming voice. The trip itself was consumed by conversation of what she wants for her 'almost seven' birthday present. Even as I was strapping her securely into her car seat she was giving me subtle hints like "I want one of those things that comes with a thing and you make things with it ...I want one of those for sure Grammy" and, "Did you know they have this sorta pink stuff that's kinda like sand when you start but then you put water on it and it like dries and turns hard or something... I want one of those too." pause... "And don't forget about that doll that I told you about before... oh, I almost forgot, they have this really cool swimming pool for dolls and I want that too." Finally, she's strapped in and we went on our way! Halfway through the ride we came to a mutual agreement that when we got to Grammy's house we would make a list. Wow! My head was spinning trying to remember phrases like pink goopy stuff and kinda sorta sandy! As the day progressed, we forgot about the list. We had more important things to do on Grammy Day. It had been a while since we'd spent quality time together. I pushed her on the swing in the back yard where she pleaded to play Kick the Grammy (a game from her not so forceful youth that I was hoping she'd forgotten ), we picked black raspberries (I picked, she stood with her hand out) and we strolled through Grammy's woods where she told me "Grampa should get out here and mow this grass." As a grand finale she tied the door to my office shut when I went in to check my email. When she was finished, she innocently sat outside and asked "Grammy, can you come out here for a minute?" Getting out was no easy task. She had tied her jump-rope to the door knob, wrapped it around a nearby shelf and securely knotted it. I was impressed among other emotions with her knotting skills but thank God she doesn't yet understand the meaning of a taut rope! I had just enough play in it to get my hand through the opening and get myself out. Today I can't help but laugh at her antics. (Except for the one where she put the broom across the living room doorway and then yelled for me to come quick!) Like I said... Ya Gotta Love Em! And yes, I do.
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Written by JK in portal Romance & Erotica

Here is a solid floor to dream upon.

I.

We are caught.

We say we can't

let each other go,

so let's not.

II.

Cocooned,

we will watch

film noir,

and kiss and

kill and kiss

and bang bang.

III.

I am straight-edge

on making you

hell-bent.

IV.

You are a

four-lead clover

in a tree-leafed

existence.

V.

I get flighty, sometimes.

This skin is too tight for

the birds in my chest.

VI.

I been through

your cool social graces.

I am caught in the

whitest darkness.

VII.

Sometimes,

there is nothing

to forget and

everything to

remember.

VIII.

Thinking of us

vertically is enough

to give me vertigo.

IX.

A thousand thunderstorms later,

I am still your 2 am lullaby.

X.

For all I know,

I don't know.

And maybe,

I don't have to.

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Written by JK in portal Romance & Erotica
Here is a solid floor to dream upon.
I.
We are caught.
We say we can't
let each other go,
so let's not.

II.
Cocooned,
we will watch
film noir,
and kiss and
kill and kiss
and bang bang.

III.
I am straight-edge
on making you
hell-bent.

IV.
You are a
four-lead clover
in a tree-leafed
existence.

V.
I get flighty, sometimes.
This skin is too tight for
the birds in my chest.

VI.
I been through
your cool social graces.
I am caught in the
whitest darkness.

VII.
Sometimes,
there is nothing
to forget and
everything to
remember.

VIII.
Thinking of us
vertically is enough
to give me vertigo.

IX.
A thousand thunderstorms later,
I am still your 2 am lullaby.

X.
For all I know,
I don't know.
And maybe,
I don't have to.
#romance  #prose  #love  #lovers  #lesbian  #women  #girls  #series  #queer  #youandi 
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my life

is such a mess

the dust

has no place

to lay

i keep my mind

cluttered

so that there is no

room for you

m.l. awad

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Written by Intimacycolours
my life
is such a mess
the dust
has no place
to lay

i keep my mind
cluttered
so that there is no
room for you

m.l. awad
#poetry  #words  #poem  #writing  #love  #coping  #poet  #wordporn  #shortpoem  #mess 
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A Sweet Meeting

We were both the last two to class. Both late. Chemistry lab. She was paired with me by that happenstance. Perhaps by fate. I already felt guilty. There was no way I would have been paired with her if we arrived to lab on time. She was so out of my league, I wasn't even permitted passed the gates to watch the game. Or so I felt.

The first assignment was a joke. I could have done it with my eyes closed, a lobotomy, and my left hand cut off. I was half way done with it, before the TA even got past the introduction. I was finished with it before he was half way through the explanation. I taught the beautiful creature that got the unfortunate luck of being paired with me, the troll that I was, everything about what we were suppose to do in the span of the third quarter of the TA's driveling on the topic.

Before he finished, we did the whole assignment again, but this time I let her do it to make sure she learned it. (I valued learning and never wanted to deny it to another if I happened to already know the subject matter myself)

We were polite enough to wait 5 minutes after the TA finished yacking to hand in our work. The bastard looked at me, seeing the trollish geek that I was and in spite of us, asked her to demonstrate her 'vast knowledge' in front of the class for perhaps 'she could teach them something he missed'.

She did the task like she lived in the lab for years. Fuck she was amazing. The look on the TA's surprised face was priceless.

Two and a half hour lab, and we were gone in 45 minutes. Ten of those because the TA was a smug bastard that got shown up. Those ten minutes were worth it.

As we left, she asked if I would be interested in coffee. I was an honest fool and said I hated coffee. Regretted the words even as they were leaving my mouth.

You do not say no to coffee, to a woman like this you idiot!

She laughed. "How about some hot cocoa then?"

So we went to a cafe, and shared more than a few cups of cocoa and laughed and began the process of falling in love...

Funny thing, since that point in time, I always dread being on time for anything, because of the one magical moment when I was late.

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A Sweet Meeting
We were both the last two to class. Both late. Chemistry lab. She was paired with me by that happenstance. Perhaps by fate. I already felt guilty. There was no way I would have been paired with her if we arrived to lab on time. She was so out of my league, I wasn't even permitted passed the gates to watch the game. Or so I felt.

The first assignment was a joke. I could have done it with my eyes closed, a lobotomy, and my left hand cut off. I was half way done with it, before the TA even got past the introduction. I was finished with it before he was half way through the explanation. I taught the beautiful creature that got the unfortunate luck of being paired with me, the troll that I was, everything about what we were suppose to do in the span of the third quarter of the TA's driveling on the topic.

Before he finished, we did the whole assignment again, but this time I let her do it to make sure she learned it. (I valued learning and never wanted to deny it to another if I happened to already know the subject matter myself)

We were polite enough to wait 5 minutes after the TA finished yacking to hand in our work. The bastard looked at me, seeing the trollish geek that I was and in spite of us, asked her to demonstrate her 'vast knowledge' in front of the class for perhaps 'she could teach them something he missed'.

She did the task like she lived in the lab for years. Fuck she was amazing. The look on the TA's surprised face was priceless.

Two and a half hour lab, and we were gone in 45 minutes. Ten of those because the TA was a smug bastard that got shown up. Those ten minutes were worth it.

As we left, she asked if I would be interested in coffee. I was an honest fool and said I hated coffee. Regretted the words even as they were leaving my mouth.

You do not say no to coffee, to a woman like this you idiot!

She laughed. "How about some hot cocoa then?"

So we went to a cafe, and shared more than a few cups of cocoa and laughed and began the process of falling in love...

Funny thing, since that point in time, I always dread being on time for anything, because of the one magical moment when I was late.
#challenge  #love 
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Written by Lynn

Addicted

He comes with full intention of seeing her and I take part of that for my own selfish ways.

Whenever I am by his side

I get high on his cologne

That special cologne he put on just for her

I get drunk on his smile

The one that only exists when he's with her

I lust to be near him

Even to only stand by his side

I yearn to be in, if only, the same room has him.

I know it's not right and I should let go of something- someone who could cause only disaster in the end but I'm addicted to everything about him.

I'm in too deep. There's no going back.

I'm not sure I want to...

Is that bad? Perhaps.

Yes he brings me such pleasure but I'm guilty of it because I know it's not right. But I can't help myself. I try to stop but that just seems to hurt more and I hate myself for saying so because I know how selfish that is, to not want to stop because it hurts me when if I were to continue it would only hurt the ones I love. But I'm addicted to everything about him...I'm in too deep...and there's no going back...

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What is your guilty pleasure?
Written by Lynn
Addicted
He comes with full intention of seeing her and I take part of that for my own selfish ways.
Whenever I am by his side
I get high on his cologne
That special cologne he put on just for her
I get drunk on his smile
The one that only exists when he's with her
I lust to be near him
Even to only stand by his side
I yearn to be in, if only, the same room has him.
I know it's not right and I should let go of something- someone who could cause only disaster in the end but I'm addicted to everything about him.
I'm in too deep. There's no going back.
I'm not sure I want to...
Is that bad? Perhaps.
Yes he brings me such pleasure but I'm guilty of it because I know it's not right. But I can't help myself. I try to stop but that just seems to hurt more and I hate myself for saying so because I know how selfish that is, to not want to stop because it hurts me when if I were to continue it would only hurt the ones I love. But I'm addicted to everything about him...I'm in too deep...and there's no going back...
#fantasy  #nonfiction  #romance  #poetry  #love  #opinion 
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Written by howdoieventweet in portal Poetry & Free Verse

we started talking again today.

some part of my heart lived in winter

and my blood, used to the cold,

had not noticed

and you are like the first bloom of spring

the flowers in my heart and in my skin

open to the sun of your smile

something inside of me, fragile and trembling,

calms. steadies. rests.

(I love you I love you I love you I love you)

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Written by howdoieventweet in portal Poetry & Free Verse
we started talking again today.
some part of my heart lived in winter
and my blood, used to the cold,
had not noticed
and you are like the first bloom of spring
the flowers in my heart and in my skin
open to the sun of your smile
something inside of me, fragile and trembling,
calms. steadies. rests.

(I love you I love you I love you I love you)
#romance  #poetry  #love  #lgbt 
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A love affair
Written by EBJohnson

2nd Night

He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the bright, cobble-stoned street. He chattered excitedly, and I drank him in as my heart fluttered and pulled at the delicate cage of by chest.

He talked about things past and present. He talked about the rising cost of living, the new tram that all the locals agreed was terrible and how much the bars had changed since the last time he had crossed these ancient cobbled streets. I listened only as he chattered on, nodding my head and wondering how this Apollo had flitted upon my tiny and hapless existed. My mind twisted as it struggled to understand how this handsome man had found my tiny shadow sufficient to travel beside his own.

The bells overhead rang, and everywhere around floated the shapes of the city, both young and old. None held faces for me, as I followed along, enraptured by his beauty and careless grace. There was an elegance to him, and also a raging storm of rebellion - a curse upon society. He was a man that knew who he was, knowing too just exactly what the world around him was.

We walked hand in hand through streets older than the nation I had hailed from. The smell of street and ocean met and mingled, and split the mind in this city of sweeping limestone and crumbling asphalt. He was in me and he was on my and nowhere in between. As we shifted amongst the rising lights and growing crowds, my spirit hummed in contentment and peace. This was life. This is what living was.

He pressed his lips to mine under the soft yellow lights of the high street, and in that moment finality met existence.

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A love affair
Written by EBJohnson
2nd Night
He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the bright, cobble-stoned street. He chattered excitedly, and I drank him in as my heart fluttered and pulled at the delicate cage of by chest.

He talked about things past and present. He talked about the rising cost of living, the new tram that all the locals agreed was terrible and how much the bars had changed since the last time he had crossed these ancient cobbled streets. I listened only as he chattered on, nodding my head and wondering how this Apollo had flitted upon my tiny and hapless existed. My mind twisted as it struggled to understand how this handsome man had found my tiny shadow sufficient to travel beside his own.

The bells overhead rang, and everywhere around floated the shapes of the city, both young and old. None held faces for me, as I followed along, enraptured by his beauty and careless grace. There was an elegance to him, and also a raging storm of rebellion - a curse upon society. He was a man that knew who he was, knowing too just exactly what the world around him was.

We walked hand in hand through streets older than the nation I had hailed from. The smell of street and ocean met and mingled, and split the mind in this city of sweeping limestone and crumbling asphalt. He was in me and he was on my and nowhere in between. As we shifted amongst the rising lights and growing crowds, my spirit hummed in contentment and peace. This was life. This is what living was.

He pressed his lips to mine under the soft yellow lights of the high street, and in that moment finality met existence.
#romance  #prose  #challenge  #love 
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Written by EBJohnson in portal Poetry & Free Verse

10 Words or Less

Selflessly beloved and beheld. Love limitless. Meant to be. Eternal.

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Written by EBJohnson in portal Poetry & Free Verse
10 Words or Less
Selflessly beloved and beheld. Love limitless. Meant to be. Eternal.
#romance  #challenge  #love 
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Written by Rainprincess

Dreams of September

I have many dreams of September

When moon can brighten my darkest night

When nightingale sings to make me smile

When rivers show such crystal clear

When I can be happy not just for a while

I have these dreams of September

When aging means getting better

When being alone will surely end

When new life means I will take care of someone else

When there will be no joy to pretend

I want these dreams of September

To be real and not stay as dreams

To save me from this cell of misery

To make me happy for the rest of my life

To not end my moments of reverie

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Dreams of September
I have many dreams of September
When moon can brighten my darkest night
When nightingale sings to make me smile
When rivers show such crystal clear
When I can be happy not just for a while

I have these dreams of September
When aging means getting better
When being alone will surely end
When new life means I will take care of someone else
When there will be no joy to pretend

I want these dreams of September
To be real and not stay as dreams
To save me from this cell of misery
To make me happy for the rest of my life
To not end my moments of reverie
#love  #dream  #wish  #September 
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Written by SonOfSlayer

You’re Alive Still

you’ve sold me

a radio without

sound

rice without the

cooker

a place with no

ceiling

a car with a

bum engine

I lived in your caves

and adapted

carried your words around

like stone tablets

-really believed in you and

your cause

well, you’ve taught me a thing or two

and as much as I’ve wanted

to hunt you down and

kill you

with

my bare hands

I

haven’t

you’ve given me a

pure solitude.

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You’re Alive Still
you’ve sold me
a radio without
sound
rice without the
cooker
a place with no
ceiling
a car with a
bum engine
I lived in your caves
and adapted
carried your words around
like stone tablets
-really believed in you and
your cause
well, you’ve taught me a thing or two
and as much as I’ve wanted
to hunt you down and
kill you
with
my bare hands
I
haven’t
you’ve given me a
pure solitude.
#nonfiction  #romance  #horror  #poetry  #prose  #challenge  #love  #culture 
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