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Showing posts with label love poetry. Show all posts

Monday, November 15, 2010

The Interesting Man

Enjoy a little humor with your romance poetry. Men who love women are always working all the angles.




The Interesting Man


An interesting man I one day met
Downtown he lazily strolled near
The Saturday morning food market

He was long retired, happily
He took his well muscled relaxing ease
He eyed all the prettiest ladies

His attention rested first upon me
Other women took notice of us
Magnetized, a horde drifted our way

Loving his chilled demeanor we remarked
A steady gaze he wore like a fine silk suit
Ethan was his name







Ethan loved women
And women loved Ethan

Many men, riveting their gaze,
Feeling threatened and
Too curious, turned our way,
"Who is this guy causing such a stir?"

As the crowd swelled more
In a tight and intimate embrace
I cupped my hand to his throat
Ethan shifted his weight obligingly

He leaned into me, eagerly greeting my hand
"He's a leaner," offered his embarrassed young friend
Again, and again, I stroked Ethan ever so gently

A woman in the growing crowd loudly declared,
Certainly for All too loudly well heard,

"So, you say he's retired from the race track?
And a Red Brindle Greyhound breed at that?!"

Ethan grinned.
That famous Greyhound smiling grin.






Ethan loved women
And women,

Well,

We loved Ethan.

Sigh...






Denny Lyon
9 August Copyright 2009
All Rights Reserved


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Note: Please consider adopting a former racetrack greyhound. They are generally retired at ages 2 - 5 years old, affectionate and good with older children. Some are high energy and some are mellow temperaments. They tend not to suffer from hip dysplasia like other tall breeds and live long, up to 14 years. You never know, you might get lucky and find another confident chilled guy like Ethan!

For more greyhound facts, go here



Photo Credits

Love Circle Photo by *_Abhi_* @ flickr

Funny Greyhound Photo by liza31337 @ flickr

Man and woman in the ocean of love photo by notsogoodphotography @ flickr

Great flamingos photo by Kjunstorm @ flickr


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Friday, November 12, 2010

A Man In Love

A true story of just how far a man will go to survive when he is in love during war time - a poem story about the struggle for love reunited.




A Man in Love

After our Thanksgiving Day meal my husband and I lounged on the couch sipping our after-dinner coffee.

Every Thanksgiving we talk, sometimes for hours, about touching stories we heard that year.

This is a true story that took place more than 60 years ago in the World War Two generation.

It’s the universal story of a young soldier at war, yearning to get home to the woman he loves.

Oddly, as the story unfolded, I felt that finger-run up your spine sensation that happens when your spirit is awakened from its slumber.

The spiritual energy journeyed upward, warmed and flung open the doors of my heart, my eyes brimming with tears and a smile.

Then the energy rose up into my head in a burst of spreading light and settling calm.

In seconds I was intensely awake and aware, knowing to focus upon the story for it was important.

The young soldier was a lieutenant who had served in North Africa and Normandy.

It was here in Normandy he found himself alone on a hill, badly wounded by shrapnel.

He was separated from his unit. No one knew his location and no one could retrieve him under withering enemy fire if they did.

Charles knew he had to do something or he would die of his wounds in a matter of minutes.

He thought long and hard about his priorities in Life. Charles had not seen his wife in almost three years.





All he wanted to do was get home to make love to his wife. It was a simple decision that propelled him forward.

While the bullets flew above his head and near him he started crawling down that hill an inch at a time, bleeding profusely.

He kept the image of his wife’s face in his head, determined to make it home to her.

Charles wondered if he was going to survive this crawl downhill. Between the bullets and the blood he knew he needed immediate medical attention. He crawled on.

Finally, he made it to the bottom of the hill safely. He saw another soldier and begged him to help, asking him to call a medic.

The soldier replied, “No problem. I am a medic.” Charles was well relieved and thankful. The first person he meets at the bottom of the hill was a medic.

The medic tended to his wounds, stopped the bleeding and stabilized him for transport.

He asked the name of the Mexican-American medic because he didn’t want to forget the name of the man who saved his life.

The medic stuck out his hand to shake and said, “Oh, I’m Jesus, glad to meet you.”

Charles was startled, wondering if God had really heard his battlefield prayer and then thought maybe it was just coincidence.

Months passed while Charles was in the hospital recovering from his wounds.

The war was ending, he recovered well enough and was sent home.

Finally, he would see his wife’s face in person, no longer dependent upon her letters and a well worn photo he kept in his pocket to remember her beautiful face.

Charles traveled back to Texas where he and his wife were to meet. He promised to meet her at a special hotel.

When he arrived at the hotel lobby, Charles was surprised to see the place flooded with soldiers arriving back from the war just like him.

He tried to book a room but they were full; Charles was shocked he didn’t realize to plan ahead.

He sat down in the lobby trying to figure out what to do. He was shocked this reunion was not the beautiful meeting he had planned in his mind.

The reality of disappointing his wife overwhelmed him. He slumped into the lobby chair, frozen in disbelief.

He could not seem to lift his head, think straight or move his feet to action. Charles just sat there dumbfounded.

After all he went through to stay alive on the battlefield, heal in the hospital and travel here, he had not anticipated this.

As he was reflecting upon his dilemma and how to face his wife, a man approached him.

“I see you look troubled, soldier. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Charles came out of his battlefield reverie of what he had promised himself as he crawled down that hill to see a tall man, well dressed in an expensive business suit.

He wondered why the man was bothering to care about him but was touched at his concern.

Charles suddenly opened up and told the man his problem, something before this war he would have never done to a complete stranger.

The man nodded his head, said nothing, and turned to go over to the hotel desk.

The stranger returned to Charles, and said in a kind voice, “Don’t worry, soldier. It’s all been arranged. You deserve the best.”

Charles was startled, “What do you mean?”

The man smiled, handed him the room key, and walked away.

Charles was so shocked he barely mumbled his thanks as the man disappeared. He never did get his name.

While he was counting his good luck his mood began to lift. His wife walked into the lobby just ten minutes after the stranger left his side.

As he saw his wife approach he forgot all about everything. His dream was reality. He was finally reunited with his love. Suddenly everything felt right in the world again.

When he and his wife arrived at their room, Charles was surprised the man had given them not just a basic room but a spacious well-appointed suite.

Nine months to the day of their hotel reunion their first child was born.

Charles knew the birth of their child was his third blessing.

As Charles tells his story all these years later he is convinced that man was an angel, “And if he wasn’t a real angel, well, he sure was to me and my wife that day!”



Denny Lyon
Copyright 26 November 2009
Thanksgiving Day
All Rights Reserved


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Photo by JustinLowery.com @ flickr


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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Life is About Everything



I Am a Joyful Thought Photo by alicepopkorn @ flickr

*** The life incidents that tickle our minds to write, record and remember…

From Denny: While compiling the most popular posts this year on this blog, I was blown away by just how much writing I did this year, covering a wide range of thought wanderings and wonderings. So... I had another one of those famous RDTs (Random Denny Thoughts), and decided to compile most of my writes into one poem just to see the themes of the year.

You might enjoy this as a writing exercise too as it sure does surprise you to review the year like this. And, for conceptual and abstract thinkers like me, you will find this a neat and tidy way to condense your writes all into one place! :) I just know there was a good reason I've had ultra left-brain friends over the years who were such a help. Trust me; there is nothing like having a Virgo come into your clothes - or mental - closet and properly get you focused for a project. You will be eternally grateful. The rest of the time they are eternally grateful you tell them to "take a chill pill because Life will turn out well anyway; quit fretting."

We creative types tend to roll our eyes and snooze when it comes to filing, naming, and other busy office work and end up "organizationally challenged" if we aren't careful. My friends did teach me that organization is the key to yet more creativity unleashed. This year of writing proves them right! Oh, how they will live on that comment for years... :)



Dance of Love Photo by Kjunstorms @ flickr

Life is About Everything
Review

When I began this year’s journey I didn’t know where I was going.

I didn’t much care nor worry – only living in the moment of awe.

Life has so much to experience: ugly and beautiful, joyful and sad.

I chose to witness with my heart, my eyes and my listening soul.

Chronicling Life seen, felt and heard with a flowing pen, tapping keyboard,

Life unfolded its meaning, its depths, its teachings, revealing its purpose: discovery.

Love

Relationships were talked about from love to war and terrible loss.

A Man in Love retold a soldier’s 60 year old story of yearning to reunite with his wife.

Loving You recounted marriage love, roles unexpectedly changing over time.

Opposites in Love: Night and Day revealed how we opposites learn to live together.

Loss

Personal loss spoke in Rock, My Children, compounding when others are too cruel.

A rock legend’s legacy lives on in Michael Jackson: Talk About My Life.

Musings of understanding spoke in A Spiritual Perspective: Michael Jackson.

Abuse

Social issues like abuse wondered aloud in Flinging Dirt from a telling dream.

You Are Worthy Every Day! honored an abused poetess gone uncelebrated too long.

I defiantly declared to only speak, honor and fight for the Truth in Why I Write.

Defining myself in It Isnt In Me because Love is, in the end, how we all win.

They Pull at Your Heartstrings explored how tough news stories affect us deeply.

Thinking of my mother’s birthday and the Chinese custom of celebrating birthdays so different from our America came my cultural shock of A Chinese Birthday Favor.



Writing Ideas

The hilarity of finding out how we find our inspiration in the middle of the night through our insistent nagging muses of Dreaming Words.

Writing exercises explored, thinking outside the box and beyond the tried and true.

Thinking the “how-to” write on many levels was the fun of discovering What Do You Like to Write? Talk to We! and Eye I.

Writing fun acrostic poems in POETRY and for the rigors of gestating a write was Eyeing Think Time.

Life of Words went on a journey to decide how words affect and influence our lives.

Encouraging writers and poets to quit worrying and focus upon their one reader came An Audience of One as you never know the true impact of your words: Believe!

Discovering a weird words site I was amusingly inspired to write 22 Weird Words Story: Oyez, calling attention to odd words rarely used that tickle our minds.

Curious about those odd phrases we speak every day I wrote the entertaining Word Smithing: Those Funny Sayings We Hear Every Day to delight and amuse.

Fantasy

Soon I turned to the fun of writing fantasy thoughts about dragons in Primordial Dragon and a world only imagined.

Writing outrageous fantasy to blow off tension using a writing exercise of run-on sentences that built emotional tension just to break it was Totally Ridiculous Comedy: Jacks Nightclub.

And an amusing excuse for Haiku as Dennys Not Haiku But Short Enough On the Whim of a Grin winked playfully.



Humor

Writing love poetry from the point of view of a romantic cheeky greyhound dog came the amusing romp of The Interesting Man.

Humor tickled my writing pen one day as my husband surprised me with a slight-of-hand slip in The Husband Who Cleans.

I laughed on after a bad experience with summer poison ivy in Bitter Romance in the Garden.

Then thoughts danced on the idea of a paradox: Do we own our homes or do they own us? Chasing down home photos around the globe came into my mind the poem, Hunting Our Home.

Fun

I sauntered on into exploring my fellow humanity and food whims in Foods We Love to Hate: Knowing Why.

While cruising through the Flickr photo database I happened upon more than 50 fun Santa Claus photos. I was inspired to write an article just for the goodwill believers all around the globe in We Believe In Santa.

On Christmas Eve of 2008 my husband and I started laughing about our childhoods and the crazy things our parents told us in Funny Christmas Conversations: Parents to Their Children was so inspired it was written on Christmas Eve night.



Photo by subflux @ flickr
Balance
Thinking often of the spiritual condition of humanity there came Poetry of Life, to lift up others struggling with the deepening economic recession and job losses by changing our focus.

Thinking aloud about how to gain our balance in life in the most precarious places, I watched Nature in the form of a Blue Heron one late summer day endeavoring to find his balance on the tiniest piece of branch high up in a tall tree in Parable: Blue Heron Balancing the Wind.

As the summer was disappearing into fall with the hint of change in the air was written Louisiana Summer Sigh, alluding to our inner selves changing with the seasons too.

Weeping Freedom">Weeping Freedom came from preparing for Hurricane Gustav and its 100 mph whistling winds by pruning back an overgrown top-heavy jasmine vine so it would live through the storm and thrive again one day. The vine reminded me of people not prepared for Life’s storms because they won’t prune what’s dead inside to create new space to breathe and grow.

The Art of Waiting took you inside my world of perception and patience as my damaged brain went through the healing process from a car accident, nine months to fully awaken.

The Long Road talked about how friendships improve our lives, then maybe its time to slow down and help others who are in the distance straggling behind us, trying to catch up.

Nature and Spirit
Looking to Nature again as many poets have through the ages, I noticed how Rain Blessings can prove destructive if too fierce or constructive to growth if soft and gentle. Yet both of Life’s storms can bring balance into our world.

When researching beautiful landscape photos one day I found a cache of awesome tree photos and how it struck me that people are so like these trees in People Trees.

I reflected upon how patient our soul is with our ego on our Life journey of growing spiritual awareness in Soul Journey.



Photo by D.SharonPruitt @ flickr

Angels

When The Angels Cry For Us pondered how we may look to outside witnesses as we live a life of trying to force a situation to work when it never will and how important it is to grow and change from our experiences.

Angels Bridge recounted an example of many teaching experiences from encountering strangers - as my motto has always been to remain teachable in Life from every person and situation I encounter.

Angel Diaries: Samuel is the true story of some of what I experienced in early childhood from growing up in the dangerous vile world of the CIA.



Photo by Temari09 @flickr

Courageous Men
When the Lion of the Senate died this year, American women and children, the poor and the disenfranchised lost a champion, a man who was not a perfect man and yet chose to set right his life after many serious mistakes. As he changed his focus he changed his life. I reflected upon his body of work in How Senator Ted Kennedy Affected Your Life in America.

On Father’s Day I chose to think about the three kinds of men who mentored and influenced my own life when my father fell down on the job miserably in 3 Kinds of Men to Honor: the courageous, the compassionate and the nurturing.

Reflections of That Moment was a remembrance of those for whom we grieve in death and how important it is to take the journey of inner discovery to the unknown positive new awareness, waiting on the other side of that moment.

Millennium Blessing

And I wrote in Keeping The Peace the only true way to bring Peace into the world.

To commemorate the year 2000, the new millennium, I wrote Ode to People of the New Millennium: A Blessing, thinking a blessing was the most positive thing to do for the future. In the light of the 2012 prophecies for which many are afraid, this poem takes on a new and stirring promise. How strange what you wrote almost ten years ago speaks loudly into the present…



Denny Lyon
Copyright 4 December 2009
All Rights Reserved

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*** This was not the full year of writings, about 7 months worth of just the poetry and a few articles. There are still those crazy Cheeky Quotes posts which I guess will have to go into a book of their own... :)

*** Thanks for visiting and have a great weekend!

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