A Revolution Indeed

So, December 30th. This was the day I had a routine (supposedly) operation – hernia repair. The plan was to do the laparoscopic procedure fully by robotics. But, as fate would have it, difference won the day.

Well, after the surgery, I realized how blessed I am. Not only do I have a person that offered to stay the night in the hospital knowing she had to work the next day, but also, when I insisted she go home and sleep, she came with coffee for me the next morning. I love this person.

We went to Market Square for the ball drop in Knoxville for New Year’s Eve and she suggested, and I agreed, that we make the Market Square a yearly tradition. I again counted my blessings. Here is a person who’s had as many terrible relationship problems as I’ve had. And the fact that we take the time to work out even the smallest, minuscule details of our relationship comforts me to a point of security that I’ve never known, much less trusted. It’s one of the puzzle pieces that defines who we are. I know she understands. I know she’s been where I have. I know she sees things under the same tints of colorful light as me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So, here’s to a revolution around the sun, and to many, many more to come. I hope that God gives us as many years, reasons, gifts, hopes, laughs, hugs, and kisses to each other as much as the total opposite that has happened over the former years until we met. The negativity that’s shaped who we are before we were together, has shaped the positive aspects of we are as a couple. I know I’ve never felt for anyone what she has shaped my heart into. I owe her more than she knows. And more than I could ever repay. She’ll disagree and say I owe her nothing. And I’ll take that. And be happy.

Happy New Year, everyone. Here’s to, not only a new decade, but a new era.

Take care. And walk in the light of true love.



Okay, I swear to you all, this is absolutely the last one! (Elle oh elle!)

Check back for tomorrow’s post (if you don’t want to indulge in sappy sonnets and poetry) on the Fibonacci Sequence on Fibonacci Day – 11/23!

Now, to my sweet friend – The Hummingbird Song.

He swells full on his favored bloom,

Her nectar his sustenance,

If the hummingbird had a song:

“Never alone, I’d die in you,

I live to wade your fjords,

Awaken to drown in every drop,

I’d die in you, my loving hope.”

He’d die to live in her presence.


Until tomorrow . . . take care!

The Seed of Love

So, my love wrote me the most beautiful email today which I would share with you, but that action, in my opinion, as beautiful as the note was, would tarnish its importance and meaning. You know, my eyes only. You get it, I’m sure.

For my love, I can only respond with another poem. Hopefully I’m not wearing y’all out with them but can’t seem to stop. My heart has overflowed!

Here’s my next installment titled The Seed of Love. Don’t worry, I’ll get back to my regular dissident self who berates the government for their sleight-of-hand bullshit. Until that time, here’s the poem. Take care and until our next dark meeting, walk in love’s light!


You boost my hopes,

Quell my fears,

Stand beside me

Through all my tears.


You lift my heart

To the peak of love,

And forever I know

There’s a God above.


You show me affection

Like I’ve never known,

And, with you in my world,

Security has grown.


Nothing or no one

Could ever replace

Your loving arms

And your warm embrace.


To you, my dear,

My life is decreed

My heart’s a flower,

And you are the seed.



“. . . My Heart is Yours”

I spent some time again with my new, precious friend and have come to discover what is real and true and worthwhile. For my friend, a short post with a poem attached titled Entrusted.

Hearts on whims will be broken in time,

With no forewarning, no reason or rhyme,

But you and I know precious jewels when they shine,

Because my heart is yours and your heart is mine.

To all of you, have a bright beautiful Sunday.

Leaving Today . . .

In my effort to be creative everyday, I dropped some more words on a page for someone special. For you, my sweet dear. You know who you are. A poem titled Living Volumes.


Volumes spoken surrendering meaning

To the only one who’s shown me

The truth in love and what the fates know.


I walked these halls alone in doubt

That such a love existed for me

Until now, and forever more we show,


How serendipity blooms like a rose

In morning’s loving warm,

The sun bleeds itself into us, until we go.



It’s What You’ve Done to Me!

So, I have been a slacker! Haven’t blogged in a bit, as you know. I’ve been . . . well, I’ve been falling in love. And it is without a doubt the purest, sweetest, most exhilarating event that’s happened in many years. Really, ever. My last love relationship, eh, maybe she loved me. Maybe not. Doesn’t matter a bit to me now.

But, for my new love, a poem. Here goes one that’s titled “It’s What You’ve Done to Me

Lockstep with you, we walk the miles of our hearts,
You focus on my strength, I focus on your smile,
Dissecting our lives into wondrous parts,

Bound to each other’s laughs and fate, hearts bound all the while,

Because when destinies and fortunes intertwine,
And the Gods smile on you and me,

What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine,
And together we’ll always be.

The end! And of course I have either some setting wrong or WP is effed up again because the line breaks are wrong. It’s supposed to be two stanzas.

Anyway, just wanted to breeze through and drop a line. Take care, people! And my sincerest hope is either you’ve found what I have, or you do soon. Walk in light and take care!

Not Often!

I don’t usually do this if at all. But I’m raising money and have a link to a Go Fund Me account. If by chance you can reblog this for me, I would be eternally grateful!

My mom had breast cancer in February and she beat it. She hasn’t beat the bills from it, though. Yet.


Click my Go Fund Me here!

Thank you so much in advance for you reblog and/or contribution!

#coolprompts – The Gift

I do love a good literary challenge. And of course, my good buddy Ray doesn’t ever disappoint.

Post photo-association with words ‘the unexpected gift’. It can be absolutely anything…on the road, at home, on the trip.
If you are going to write the text, use the words in your story.

To participate: tag your post – #coolprompts, or pingback to Ray’s post (or any last post on RayNotBradbury’s Blog), if you want me to come over, read and comment. Any genre/style is welcome! No boundaries at all! It’s OKAY to bend the rules. Have fun!

I used a painting I did a long time ago, around 2003 I think, as the gift. It’s of a cafe a friend used to own in real life. For about five months, she gave owning a cafe a go. I’d like to say the cafe made it, but . . . It’s just one of those things, I suppose.

“Coffeehouse” by Robert Gregory

The story follows titled Coffeehouse Gift:

“Let it rain,” Nick said.

The rain drenched the beach and people left from the sand. Nick brought in the unexpected gift for his hostess.

“I picked this up town while I was at a gift shop,” Nick said.

“Let’s see,” Erica said. She unwrapped the gift and opened the box. The painting stirred a feeling of oddity in Erica. Its bright colors. Its subject matter. The painting made her feel claustrophobic. The work held a stifling effect about it.

“I like it, but I can’t breathe looking at this. It’s a nice work but something about it is odd,” Erica admitted.

The canvas lit up illuminated by bright orange, lustrous peach, and brilliant blue and green. The coffeehouse in the painting burst vibrant colors but boasted a harmony that left one wondering if the painter had painted the work on one leg.

The work was unique. But Nick found himself leaning while looking. He watched the man drink coffee at the bar. He stood before the bartender and looked at her asking the man a question. The two in the back ground relaxed with their beverages. But still something was amiss.

Nick said, “Maybe the artist was doing a rain dance while he painted.”

That’s the very short, somewhat event-less story. Hope you enjoyed it. Until next time . . .


Challenge – The Kitty Kind!

I do love a good challenge. And my buddy Ray, even when on vacation, never disappoints.

The idea is to take the photo and describe how the cat sees the world. So, challenge accepted.


My story titled The Psychotic Bipolar Cat.

Oh, it’s all so lonely. No one could possibly understand me or what I go through in a day. I mean, I’m orange for God’s sake! I’m the red-headed step child of the cat world. I can only bring home so many birds before the human gets mad. She just doesn’t understand my sense of humor.

Oh, what’s a cat to do? What? I’ll tell you. Eat and nap. Those are my options. They’re not even good options.

Ah, WWMD! What Would Morris Do? I’ll tell you. He would eat and nap. That would be his options. But I feel he might actually enjoy it. Maybe that bird I talked to before I killed it was right. Maybe I am manic-depressive. I mean, I get all amped up about bird feathers then slovenly depressed when I’ve done the deed of death to the poor thing. I can’t win. I do like the song Manic Depression by Jimi Hendrix. Is that a sign?

No, cat. That’s not a sign. Now, when you grab an Uzi and mow down a McDonald’s, well, then we need to talk. At any rate, that’s the cat tale, so to speak. Hope you enjoyed it. Look for my next post possibly soon and possibly on the subject of Sunday Photo Fiction. Until next time . . .

Putin and America

Hello, everyone. I haven’t talked politics in a long while and I’m not sure why I’m posting about politics now, but, I just wonder . . . does Donald Trump call Vladimir Putin “Vladdy Daddy” when they’re in bed together or has their relationship reached the terms-of-endearment stage yet?

Socialism isn’t the enemy of democracy. Scandalous, lying-ass presidents who are in bed with Putin are! Trump intends to fleece our economy into his bank account under any means necessary and leave our country even more broken than it was before he took office. Anyone who can’t see this is as blind as Trump loves them to be.

The End.