Limberless Tunes ~~ Foibles & Follies


 

Limberless Tunes ~~ Foibles & Follies

A Poetry Moment

 

The Melodies of Suppressed Oppressed flowers sang through the night.  Her smile begged for acceptance. She wore “Like Me” like a cardboard sign taped unknowingly behind her gold brocade dressing gown.  It was the Ceremony of the Dark Light that took me there.

Petite frame. Jet Black hair. Skin so pale and translucent that one could see blood coursing through arteries and veins. She was more of an artwork museum piece than a living soul. One that men were driven to possess but she slipped through their hands like sand betwixt toes among the ebb and flow of sea tides.

On a fortnight Vulvagenda engage modulated paroxysms of unadulterated pleasure mixed with pain.

Suffering along with Melancholia of the Mind every word she wrote became Life everlasting.

She an Elegant Mess. He heaving swollen engorged gonads seeking release of phantasmagorical fractals. He began to manipulate himself even more vigorously as a shit eating grin spread across his vile features. Wet dreams saturated his paper thin gown. Splattering innocent garden earth. His odious noxious acid seed ferment and fizzle with No eggs willingly breed another of his kind. Cheated once again of progeny his fertilizer wasted.

They came as scavengers. Lords of the night. Removing yet another carcass done in by the Dolly-birds, skeletal dollies, whiskey, scotch & club soda mix. Down the drain into the sewer.

I shall sleep well tonight said satiated She whilst licking remnants of his viscera from her stiletto talons. What a delectable delicious dinner guest was he quipped She picking bone fragments from betwixt her jutting fangs.

Swooning ruby garrets swell laughter at Lothario Humpty Dumps pungent odors. Open ravine burials for vultures avian and human. His body now a sieve oozing blood nurturing all anger and pain.  Come ride Old Dobbin. Ride home with our silent linen shroud limp passenger into the night.

Listen as a Baroque dirge permeates the fetid night air. Requiem for Blood-lust ~~ The Final Mysteries.

 

 

 

Fierce | The Daily Post


 

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Fierce | The Daily Post

 

The Urban Dictionary

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Fierce

when somebody (usually female) is lookin fly or good
She is looking fierce today.
Her outfit is fierce.

being bold, displaying chutzpah, especially relating to fashion, clothes, hair or makeup.

a term used in fashion for cool, sexy, awesome, or any other positive remark about something. it is most famously used by christian sirianos, project runway winner, and tyra banks.

I AM…SASHA FIERCE NEW DELUXE EDITION  ~~ Beyonce

I AM THE NUBIAN NINJA, DEBORAH THE HUNTRESS, CAT WOMAN, THE TEMPTING TIGRESS, BLUE SPIDER LADY & Soon to be SCREAMING ORANGE DASHIKI!!

My Incarnations & Alter Egos are Many and Varied!! Shape-shifter & Role Maker!!

I AM 57 Varieties of Fierceness on the Move!!

Can you handle this?!! You’d better Recognize!!

Eartha Kitt the Origin of Fierce!! The Princess of Plunder!!

 

50 FIERCE AND SEXY!!

 

 

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Fifty (50??)


 

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Fifty

I have to admit that when I first saw this writing prompt I had no idea as to how to respond. After all 50 had no special meaning for me. Both my brother Stephen and I had turned 50 several years ago so no more decade celebrations until we turn 60.

 

Fifty. Fifty. Fifty. I pondered it for several days. The rapper 50 Cent?! Naw! That’s not my type of music. 50 as a speed limit? Nope. My driving days are long over. I thought about approaching Fifty from a physical, health or medical standpoint but who the heck wants to read a post about all my aches and pains plus the joys of menopause?!! Whining, Complaining, Bitching, Moaning and Groaning! Not!! Nobody! No Negativity!!

Then I read a post from another blogger that I follow who explored her friendship with an elder woman of her church. Now I’m not a church goer but working in a museum I do see, meet and speak to many older people. Two chance meetings made an impact upon me.

The other day while working in the Old Masters galleries I met and enjoyed chatting with an older couple. They were just so delightful and totally in sync with each other. Holding hands. Laughing. Joking and just enjoying the Museum. Sharing insights about the paintings.

The gentleman told me he was 85 so I inquired as to how long they had been married. His response, “Oh We are not married. We are dating!!” Of course imagine my embarrassment, surprised then happiness in knowing that the need for companionship and Love does not decline or leave with age.

People of all ages need and want partners. Just being around them, seeing them hold hands and find joy and Love in their 80s, well I suppose there is hope for a jaded, hard-nosed, cynical non-romantic like myself!! LOL!!

The previous encounter occurred when I was working one of the entrances and I was posted near the elevators. An elderly woman in a wheelchair sported a jaunty hat saying, “Happy 101st Birthday!!”  How jolly I thought and I immediately greeted her and congratulated her on reaching 101! She was really excited! She took my hands and spoke some heavily Eastern European accented words that communicated her joy and happiness in being surrounded by her family and friends who took her for a birthday tour of the museum. That wheelchair was not a hindrance or something to be despised but a moving Throne. Her Cadillac, BMW or Mercedes from which she surveyed her Queendom and greeted all her Royal subjects. I was brought up to respect and honor my Elders so I was glad to pay homage to this Queen on her special day!

Given the fact that my brother Stephen and I are always dressing up in costumes, especially for Halloween, clowning around and are generally in touch with our inner child I do hope we live a long time in good health and able to enjoy life well into our senior years.

Now I don’t know if I’ll begin dating or live to be 101 but I was just so elated and buoyed by these older folks approach to life!

 

 

 

 

Miniature | The Daily Post ~Small Wonders


 

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Miniature

Small Wonders & Tiny Treasures

Doll Moccasins

 

Mini Majestic Motor Cars & Tiny Jars + Small Vessels

 

 

Mini-Me

 

DeBorah and Little Lamb June 1959
DeBorah had a Little Lamb

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