Tender Nibbles and a Hard Bite

. . Insightful, delightful and mystical is the goal.... I like to write what I feel, be it by story ,rant or poetry.... I use words I can understand so the language is easy.... Most if not all the pictures I post are from findings throughout the years...

[desayunogratis]

If I were ice, a frozen tear,

I'd melt away, held so dear.

On painted smiles, a crimson stain,

To vanish there,

again, again and again

[desayunogratis]

Elegía del Amor Eterno

El amor no muere,

la gente se va.

Como hojas al viento,

de un árbol allá.

Si un día me marcho,

y amor es lo que queda,

no llores mi ausencia,

que no es despedida.

Reparte ese amor,

que fue todo mi ser.

Regálalo al mundo,

y déjame volver,

en cada sonrisa,

en cada dulce abrazo.

Amor es mi alma,

y eterno su trazo.

[desayunogratis]

and I laughed today…

Autumn is supposed to be here, but the sun is out and I am still wearing shorts in the Midwest

I ask myself

Shouldn’t the grass be frost covered in the morning by now?

The only ice , is floating , cruising and walking through the streets

I do still dare to dream, cliche? Of course

Pondering on how Southern blood will take to the Chicago Hawk

But again, that might not be until February when it used to be months earlier

Either way , I laughed , calculated at my own expense and not fabricating percentages

I am far from dead , for now …

My wars are over and I am finally okay with that

I just hope nobody wakes the beast that has finally settled into hibernation

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Some of these poems are like a lighthouse in a storm

except instead of guiding to safety, it just keeps crashing one against the rocks of confusion

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Some riddles are like a window placed within our mind ; once opened , the comeuppance revealed is often just the face of Monkey staring back at Me

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Daring to wander through chaos searching for a muse , obliterating the obstacles which could not be avoided, noting every jumbled moment , memorizing the steps that proved challenging , knowing full well that where there is discord , a heartbeat races , waiting to be claimed…

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The moment the world grows quiet in your presence, remember… you are more than just seen, you are indeed felt.

Wolfie - on entering a crowded space

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she stood trembling like a newborn fawn attempting to find her footing …

Looking back saying that she had enough

I contemplated her action, determined a reaction

with slow gentle moves , I reached and then with mild force, I twisted , approached her , leaned in and poured , serving her some electrolytes and assuring her that she would be ok

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I ask , do you like chasing shadows at dusk?

The challenging perhaps enchanting chore, of encountering a light displayed as beauty in the dark.

Or perhaps,

The pleasure in the elusive, like searching for a four leaf clover craving the wonder, when few catch even a glimpse.

How about ,

Taking the journey through peaks and valleys, immersing in tropical rainstorms and suffering dreaded desert heat for extended periods of time.

Would you rather,

Dance to a tune of complexity; to enchant it, while seeking the taste of connection that lingers on the palate, along with maneuvering through a mosaic of passions, with each piece demanding presence and care.

If even one suggestion or question brings doubt then I must ask…

Why would you love someone that doesn’t love Oneself ?

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Sometimes, magic manifests in the most unexpected form…

like the glittery gentle puff of a unicorn fart leading us to a treasure trove of rainbow jellybeans.

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I refuse to acknowledge anyone or anything that categorizes the chaos that the current or past administrations create as nonsense.

I imagine a realm where nonsense defines success; where, the ridiculous becomes brilliant, and everyone has the chance to laugh , cackle or giggle at the outcome.

If having the ability to embrace nonsense were the currency of success, or the measurement of triumph the extraordinary would flourish in the ordinary, and every dreamer finds their passion in the weaved web of absurdity.

Picture inviting everyone to build homes that shift and flow absurdly on the foundation of whimsical clouds.

The responses should bring delight for nonsense is not the absence of logic, but rather the freedom to succeed in our own delightfully peculiar ways.

I crave to live being measured by nonsense, where success doesn’t count the hours we sacrifice or work, but rather the smiles we share and the laughter we gift.

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Thanks for the funeral ceremony but I’m not dead yet …

@purplemonkeysexgod69

[desayunogratis]

In the labyrinth of self-reflection, I wandered through shadows only to find them transformed into a path towards a new story.

I've mastered the ability to silence the echoes , walk at my own pace , and dictate words that detail plots that are less about ourselves and more about the stories we tell.

I have chosen a new narrative, one that is actually reflective of the old but since I have invested time in self-reflection, I shall categorize it as new.

- unapologetically Wolfie

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But really …

What do people expect from a poet ?

We enter a room looking for prompt

No picture unnoticed , shades of color unexamined and gestures do not go without being memorized

Would it be so difficult to just invite us to a white painted room with no windows , decorations , or anything remotely associated with anything breathing , moving , or living ?

Did I just ask for a blank canvas ?

Oh fuck …

Why is it always about sex ?

[desayunogratis]

Though kakorrhaphiophobia threatens to silence your yell

I’m taking you with me to a personal hell.

I stand here before you, with Grin on My face,

Ready to tease words that stir and confound , profound but certainly not astound,

let us travel to where few have been…

We shall start with the catastrophic development plan,

A map to grasp concept of where we stand , stood at the nudiustertian and guide us to a new way to impignorate our lives

No need to tread carefully, worry about hair ulotrichous, chains , taking caution and accept the chaos with eyes set on the final hearty jentacular.

To face the day without fear or doubts on our minds but greet a commupance in a hamster wheel filled with banana peels

But first , stop staring at my crotch and deal with your agastopia

So, in essence …

Flight has been cancelled and barely a rhyme in this post.

Blame the Purple Monkey a genuine asshat, that instigated a post of all Tittynope

@purplemonkeysexgod69

[desayunogratis]

Monday morning hits like a ton of bricks,

Dragging me from my sleep that I so desperately need.

Dogs are going crazy and I’m stumbling downstairs

Adding to chaos a Monday does breed

Socks that don't match, jeans with a broken zipper a two fold wardrobe malfunction,

Neighbors outside, smiles on their faces, waving hello , oh what a dysfunction

Start the commute on the highway to hell, I sit in traffic,

Cursing the cursed or the other souls in ways so very graphic

Arriving to work, a literal snake pit,

Surrounded by fools who don't seem to care.

The noise, the confusion, the pressure,

It's enough to drain one’s passion , but they can’t touch My flair.

[desayunogratis]

Blowing out of proportion (a few candles)

For the girl that once messaged Me, to ask a simple question using approximately one thousand words…

Seems like yesterday btw , sorry to disappoint but I’m keeping question and response private.

However, I never met a more poetic soul , one that is also so enchanting and owns a spirit that grows so intensely, compassionately and passionately on a daily basis.

The honor I’ve had of making babies (creating poetry) with her has been true highlights of My Tumblr and personal experience.

So… instead of writing a birthday poem ,

I did this…

Mi más querida, más dulce, más linda

Eres la luz que me guía a través de la noche oscura

Mi confidente, mi consuelo, mi fuente más verdadero

Tu presencia en mi vida me llena de un deleite tan puro

has sostenido mi mano a través de cada tormenta

Tu atención ha reparado muchas de mis

cicatrices.

Y en tus abrazos suavecitos he encontrado mi cura, mi bálsamo

En cada palabra que dices, encuentro tanta inspiración.

Tu corazón canta con pasión, belleza y gracia.

Iluminas mi mundo con tu magnífica alma

Y en tu regalo inquebrantable, encuentro mi objetivo para siempre en intentar imitarte.

Mi más querida, más dulce, más linda

Eres la dicha que hace que valga la pena escribir mis escritos. No puedo entender cómo podría escribir sin ti

Porque en tu sonrisa más dulce he encontrado la verdadera musa de mi corazón

Feliz Cumpleaños, Te Amo

Yup , subject to translation… and less than a thousand words.

FYI- It might be Eva’s Birthday

@en-la-casademiamor