Jealousy

The Lonely Author

All of his life, ladies have voiced the same complaint to Lonely Author, “you never get jealous.” Well, I think it is a good time to set the record straight.

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Jealousy

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I am jealous of the space between us
Of the moonlight that kisses your cheek
I long to be the bra that supports you
The killer heels that adorn your feet

I envy the alarm clock that wakes you
I need to inspire your morning smile
TODAY, I am jealous of all the tomorrows
Where I kiss you and make you mine

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Pay It Forward Thursday- July 19, 2018

Come share the joy you found in another great writer’s work with the patrons of the Go Dog Go Cafe (over 3,000) in our Pay It Forward Thursday event! A personal Thank You to a writer who made your day???

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Pay It Forward 7-4-2018

The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us.  However, Pay It Forward Thursday has not been getting a lot of love lately, which we think is a shame. Dear reader, you are losing out on some great writing! We’ve decided to shake things up a little and the baristas will be reblogging our Pay It Forward picks for the week directly onto GDG Cafe so you don’t miss out on our favorites.

We like this idea so much that we will also reblog the posts you think were the best thing you read this week if you drop a link below. You are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from someone…

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A Smile with Memory

Please come and enjoy this wistful, wonderful and romantic poem – A SMILE WITH MEMORY

Pink Peeli

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I smile…And smile

When the smell of memories

left behind the lane

Cuddles me often

With a breeze🍁

The pinch of mist

In them makes me

To listen to my inner self

And to enjoy it..🌸

There lies a magic in them;

In the happiness

Of those deep memories💫

And the love and light

In them,

Shines each day

Within the soul.❣

And I live in them

When am not living

The moment..❤

Like a walk with wind

Or a dance in rain..

I recide with them..

In the melting memories

Within me..😇

And then the smile

Stays within me..

Making me to

Love them more..💖

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peeli❤

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Paradoxically is Such a Fine Word.

Please come and read Tosha’s powerful and insightful poem – PARADOXICALLY IS SUCH A FINE WORD!

Everything I Never Told You

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I’ve been besotted with chocolate.

I’ve been confused
by broccoli.

I’ve been stung by hornets,
but still I stirred the nest.

I’ve tripped over my mangled
spirit walking the narrow way.

I’ve prayed with fervor.
I’ve sinned with grace.

I’ve courted darkness.
I’ve loved the light.

I’ve questioned the sun.
Its answers reflected back
in the hourglass.

I’ve remembered to thank the academy of monotony:
laundry, vacuuming, dusting.

I’ve had it all: the sky, the finicky moon, the unfolded map.

I’ve got lost in a roundabout,
trying to navigate my mind.

I’ve lived well in unsettled hues.

I’ve been Saturday, Sunday,
and Monday.

I’ve tasted ash, eaten roses,
demanded a life of flames.

I’ve been a lunatic and lover.

I’ve been the Patron Saint
offering my protection.

I’ve been Judas,
freely spending the silver.

I’ve nearly drowned in the past’s harsh syllables.

I’ve held a grudge.
I’ve forgiven.

I’ve found…

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My Drug of Choice

Penny Wilson Writes

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Words spilling out.   My fingers can’t keep up with the thoughts in my head.

The scenes unfold behind my eyes.  The screen disappears.  The keyboard, gone.

I’m immersed in this world, self-created.

In my world, anything can happen and sometime does.

In this imaginary world my fantasies bleed, cry, kill and give life.  They lust, love and hate.

All this is done with a key stroke, at my whim.

This is my drug of choice.

Photo courtesy of Getty Images via Huffington Post 

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What would it feel like

House of Heart

to step into courage,
rush forward without hesitation
the way of the  Leopard whose cubs are in danger?
To  face  our greatest fear,
adrenaline heart pounding,
confronting  the enemy in an arena of dread.
Challenge the antagonist,  face down the bully
fight the battle until it is won,
how would it feel?
Is there no place for courage in these
empty vessels?
It is   safer to accept what we fear
we can’t change.

Play it Safe

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