Love had no pride…

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Love had no pride…

Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my midnight dancer in the cold nights of Winter.

On a night with the liar’s moon above, I told her, I loved her so and she whispered. “Dear Johnnie, forgive me, I am a mess and cannot be awaken.”

I held her tighter and I whispered. Please tell me sweet lies, please make me believe in miracles and wishes. I know, love had no pride. We have tonight, maybe tomorrow. You and I, we are running from everything and everyone. The half-moon night is above us, we can share the sweet lies. Pretend  we have forever and a-day.

Pretty Jenny wrapped her nude body tightly around me, she whispered.
 “Love had no pride dear Johnnie, after we give…

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Thank you for the dance…

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Thank you for the dance….

Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above.

Once, we were brave. We believed we could save our world. One, two, three, four, to the right. I do remember. One, two, three, four to the left. We held so tightly. Like we knew. Our dreams would die, be forgotten. Now I dance alone and I did learn what you knew. Life is in the front of us.

Today we must celebrate the new day, find something to make us laugh and smile. I found the Pacific sea again. I asked the moon, do you remember me, the laughing American. I remember you my Boston gal, who could drink and sing till the new sun was born. Who smile and laughter could light-up my heart and dreams…

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Texas rose

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Texas rose…

The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing to my old heart. We danced to Tim McGraw song “Don’t take the girl” on the Belton Texas dance floor. She whispered  to me on the dance floor “One, two ,three, one. One, two, three, one. We beckon love in the midnight hours and my dearest friend. You befriended me and you asked for the Texas two step and conversation only. I was afraid once and you taught me. Be brave, laugh and never back down. You became my sage in a messy life.”

I kissed her blushing cheeks and I told her. I found you a year ago sitting alone, drinking whiskey. I told you, you should never drink alone. The hell-bound memories will kill all the…

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Truthful Tuesday April 6, 2021

The Classic Editor is available. Click the upper left square and find the classic icon and click on it.

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Truthful Tuesday a/6/2021 by pcguyiv

Question

How have you adapted to the complete removal of the classic editor from WordPress.com? Are you managing to get by with the block editor, or are you finding it difficult to want to blog now that your trusted tool is no longer available?

Well, I miss the classic editor big time. I am stumble bumbling my way the the block editor. However, I feel as if there I are things I am missing that I don’t even know missing.

I ❤️ love to hear your thoughts so feel free to leave a comment , opinion, or feedback.

AS ALWAYS KEEP ON CRAFTING & LOVIN’ EVERY MINUTE! NO MATTER WHAT YOUR STYLE!…WHILE YOU AT IT ENJOY ANY WRITING OR OTHER PROJECTS YOU LOVE

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Love Ferments – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words), the invitation is use the word wine or some form of it.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – In Praise of the Grape

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Syrah, also known as Shiraz, is a dark-skinned grape variety grown throughout the world and used primarily to produce red wine.

“If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the night.” D.H. Lawrence

Love Ferments

Usually demur,
Syrah comes to flaunt and
flirt in summer, her buds 
more rounded, tan deep, 
kisses full of spice, 
just breathe, she laughs,
as we toast the sky and
and all that lives in a vine
filled world;
like wine,
I could bottle her.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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