Thoughts on Love, Romance and the Song of Solomon

Thoughts on Love, Romance and the Song of Solomon

As February comes to a close and Valentine’s Day has passed my thoughts this morning brought me to the Old Testament, specifically the Song of Solomon.  Why would erotica be part of the Old Testament canon? But the Song of Solomon is more than just erotica; it is a love poem, a testament to love, desire and sexual passion between a Black man and a Black woman. Most Christians have been taught that this book is an allegory, a representation of Christ and the church, which could be one interpretation, after all I’m no Bible scholar, and for me the sensual descriptions of the lover’s bodies reveal its true nature.

The way her face, breasts and stomach are captured in vivid detail by the Beloved leans more towards Eros than agape.  The Song of Solomon is the longing of two lovers separated, yet joined desperately seeking to be physical reunited to once again ignite the flame of fervor, and quench the fires sexual craving between them.

In my mind the lovers are King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba who visited Solomon to inquire of his wisdom and as the story is sometime told, the two became lovers, their lovemaking resulting in the birth of a son once Sheba returned to Ethiopia. Yes we all know that Solomon had many wives and concubines, too numerous to count, however Sheba was different.  Queen Sheba of Ethiopia was intellectual equal, one who not only desired wisdom but was able to communicate the wisdom, knowledge and understanding of her people, her culture to this Hebrew King, thus she became the desire of his heart.  Two minds on the same plane, not jockeying for position, become one.  When a man meets the feminine version of himself he seeks to unite bringing together one side of his mind with the other.  Solomon’s greatest error was in allowing distance and time to come between him and the woman God meant for him to reign with in this life.  Imagine how history would have been changed if these two great leaders had joined energies.  What a mighty force two people, one flesh to contend with!

Unchained Melody

A Queen’s Choice

A Queen’s Choice

Presented with knaves and pawns declaring lust concealed in oily slick voices of undying love,

I the Queen chose to Love a Warrior and a King.

And to that Lord & Master declared my complete and total allegiance.

To Him gave I My Heart, My Soul, & my body.

Life in the ‘Hood’ — Ganja Granny

This is an old post from 2011 but I decided to update it with an appropriate Tyler Perry video.

Ganja Granny

Senior citizens are not what you think they should be.  These old coots bring new meaning to “Puff Daddy.”  I think some fossils went on LSD trips in the 1960s and never came back!

One Wednesday I was doing my laundry with several of my neighbors when one of the dizzier elders came in with her laundry. This woman is totally discombobulated.  She couldn’t remember which washers she left her clothes in then she couldn’t decide which dryers in which to place her clothes.

During the course of this drama she lost her laundry card. We no longer use coins but cards similar to credit cards.  She accused two young men who had just come in the laundry room of stealing the card while they were on the other side busily stuffing their clothes into two of the large machines totally oblivious to her.   Of course she made no sense.  Meanwhile she’s erratically helter-skelter looking for this damn card. The freaking card was on the floor.

Oh yes sometime during this travesty she joined into the conversation that I was having with my other two neighbor ladies to discuss the benefits of smoking marijuana.  She proceeded to tell us how it opens up the arteries in the back of your retina.  My neighbors and I gave each other knowing looks as we silently agreed that she had smoked way too much mary jane and in my head I speculated that maybe back in the 1960s she went on an LSD trip and never came back.

Most pot smokers are not that disoriented so I think that sister cut her weed with something else, however the munchies part worked very well as she appears to weigh about 300lbs!!  I think she took those Cheech & Chong movies to heart!!

Fake Pee
Fake Pee

Now you know how those old folks in their 60s and 70s really pass all that free retirement time. Next time you get that contact high as you pass through the hallway in your building it’s the seniors not junior you need to be worried about.

“Pass the dutchie on the left hand side.”

Outrageous is the word for many of the older people in my apartment complex.  There’s the lady who has regular chats with President Bush. Whether it’s Bush 1 or 2 I don’t know.  She also claims to have dealings with the FBI & the CIA.

Several years ago there was the older gentleman who came down to the laundry room dressed in women’s clothing playing C&W music on his boom box.  He was an alcoholic who crashed so many cars the development took away his parking space and finally he went off the deep end and his daughter came and got him.  He has since passed away.  Then there’s the elderly man dressed in the cowboy outfit with one pants leg rolled up talking about WWII, Obama and various other topics.

Tyler Perry’s Madea Goes to Jail – 2. “Self Medication”

Also there are the old “hot in the pants” geezers who constantly trying catch women my age or younger. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve been approached by these Geritol junkies.  Why an old man 75 or 80 is still thinking about getting laid when he can’t even get it up without Viagra is beyond me.  Anyway I don’t want to see much less sleep with a man old enough to be my father!

Dear God please do not let me be nuts if I live to be in my 70s & 80s.

Here is a musical salute to all my 65+ neighbors!

Peter, Paul & Mary

Grace Slick & Jefferson Airplane

DeBorah Ann





Canadian Snow Geese -- Rochdale Village
Canadian Snow Geese — Rochdale Village


Canadian Snow Geese grazing on hoarfrost pre-Spring grass

Gust filled kinky kinaps whipped by February’s foretaste of March’s bitter winds.

Whipped by winds I sink deep into muddy rivers of melting snow so lightly trod upon by winter fowl. Wishing I could remove protective shoes from freshly pedicured feet feeling cool frosty mud oozing up between bare toes.

Primordial bog clay slime squishing up between exposed toes. Reconnecting to Mother Earth. Rooted like a tree into the receptive ground. I lift my hands and arms high as branches of worship to the Great Earth Mother Goddess of the Universe.


Swaying in the mild Sirocco.

Snow Geese
Canadian Snow Geese