Rocky Point January 2012
This year has been crazy...
KylieLong Raven hairKylie by melly4260
Hides shining eyes,
Misty with tears
And many fears...
Drowning in sorrow
What for do you cry?
In her lonely world...
Beauty within her
Unseen by others...
Hidden by eyeliner,
Makeup, and apron...
Raven haired girl
Should be free...
In nature's world...
With buckskin fringe...
Fishing and hunting,
Not baking and frying...
Not living this life,
Open the door...
You hold the key-
Welcome your future...
Raven haired beauty...
Rebirth of a WomanRebirth of a WomanRebirth of a Woman by melly4260
First you shoved me
Then you slapped me
You tricked me
You put me down
Made fun of me
You beat me
Bruised my legs
Broke my nose
My heart was broken
I trusted you
It was misplaced
You took my life
I missed myself
I couldn't breathe
I found the strength
To get away
I began anew
Not an easy start
No job, or home
They made me safe
I make me proud
I live for me
Dirty Boots"LOVE is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots"...~author unknown~Dirty Boots by melly4260
OKAY-now we tackle the big one...I will first express MY feelings on this subject: People bandy this word about as if they are playing ping-pong...I feel that it is constantly being used in a cavalier manner...not even with the meaning that is so deeply felt when it is REAL...and the simple things that make it REAL...such as the quote above...
The first definition in the word-learnin' book is..."a profoundly tender passionate affection for another person" note the word "profoundly"..."coming as if from the depths of one's being...unqualified...absolute"...
and yet to me-profound is....as in the silence when two are together-and words are not needed to express the love for each other...the comfort one feels in the others' arms...
The pure joy of cleaning that floor,because yo
Blue MoonYou came to me in the 19th year...Blue Moon by melly4260
Last night of the old...
First day of the
That night the Moon was full...
A blizzard was comin'...
The trains were
A Blue Moon on New Years...
Only every nineteen...
A lifetime of
They say nothin' special happens...
When it's a Blue Moon...
Whadda they know
Moods and tides are known...
To change with the moon...
Growth of plants &
Love came to me in the 19th year...
You kissed me in the snow...
Like an old movie-
Each month when the moon is full...
Reminds me of my love for you...
My Blue Moon
ShowerI don't wanna showerShower by melly4260
your sweat will wash away...
I don't wanna shower
It will leave me bare...
I don't wanna shower
your scent will dissipate...
I don't wanna shower
just leave my hair greasy...
I don't wanna shower
I might stink forever...
I don't wanna shower
I need to feel you...
I don't wanna shower
so you remain mine...
SociopathI feel the onset of silence as your thumbs press harder,Sociopath by melly4260
My windpipe almost crushed under their bony strength...
I cannot fight-I have lost the feeling in my knees...
I look into your black soulless eyes,and see deep nothing...
Yet anger is etched into the muscles of your jaw,
As you hiss in my face with your soft spoken evil...
Spitting in my half closed eyes with pure hatred,
I slump, in a half hearted attempt to free myself...
Yet, you are aware of my every subtle movement and breath...
How can this be anger, when everything you do is so calculated,
Your moods, and actions have become so predictable...
Why can I not escape this vicious circle that I'm in?
This false whirlpool of emotions, that you seemingly have...
It's really because you are always planning your next move,
Because you know me by now, know how to play on my naivete'...
When I thought I was hiding, curled up in a fetal position,
I had no idea that you could REALLY see my hurt and pain...
1960 why AM i here??1960 by melly4260
The year France gets the "bomb", Adolph Coors is kidnapped and murdered...
My favorite Elvis song is released..."Are you lonesome tonight?"
Some young black students take over a lunch counter in Woolworth's (kinda like Denny's and Wal-Mart put together)
Subsequently, Lyndon Johnson signs the Civil Rights Act...
The month of my birth-America nominates John Kennedy for president (so is Richard Nixon for that matter...) And that very same Woolworth's serves it's first Black customer...
I was here
To stretch my Mother's belly
Then I was born...after that momentous event in my mother's life,
Cassius Clay (Muhammad Ali as he is better known) wins a gold medal in the Olympics,
Many African countries gain independence...First successful kidney transplant,
No more De Soto cars...Cubans flee to the U.S. in massive numbers...
Sean Penn,Cal Ripken Jr,Hugh Grant,Jean Claude Van Damme,Chuck D,Daryl Hannah,Julienne Moore,and John Kennedy Jr...all younger than me, but
*Waiting on Love*
Twisted and broken
Heart leached of life's vibrant force
Abandoned by love
Yet, corner of hope survives
Patience, tomorrow will come.
Middle of NowhereWilderness unspoiled
Undulating prairie grass
Overlooked by heaven's vault
Pristine clouds range in blue sky.
*Tale of Endurance*
Sail of canvas, breeze
Enticed, distant horizon
Rough passage endured
Becalmed in dense fog.
Seabirds perch, crows nest
Drained vitality, waiting
Baleful charcoal sea
Sound of discord, ship's bell rung
Echo in wet mist.
Your DoorRang your doorbell again and again and again
Knocked on your door until my knuckle bled
Kicked it, scratched it, hit my head on it
Said your name, called it, screamed it
I cried, yelled, swore and threatened
I left and came, left and came back
Every time I left, I lost something
A piece of my soul, of my heart
I kept coming, and coming
I slowly died at your door
And when I finally left
I left a soulless man
A heartless man
The Distance Between Words"I want you to be happy"
Your words pounded in my ears
As I answered the door,
Climbed into the car,
Took his hand.
"I wish I was there with you"
I stood in the warm summer night,
Blushing under his intense gaze.
He wanted so much.
Could I be that?
"But I'm not"
I tried to be enough,
His gaze dimmed,
And I was incomplete,
"I want you to be happy"
I got into the car,
I took his hand,
I smiled as best I could
Against his cold gaze.
But I'm not.
Not PoeticI'm broken, not poetic.
It's really easy to fall in love
With a picture in a book,
A name, a number,
A few kind words.
I am stability, sameness.
You are freedom in my eyes.
Watch me leap,
I'll never make it.
I'm broken, not poetic.
WordsIf my words could make you love me
I'd write you a million love notes.
Poems, stories, songs,
Dripping with the sweet scent of alliteration,
Exhilaration at the thought of your touch.
But no, this doesn't mean a damn thing to you.
My words knock at your heart, but no one answers.
They throw rocks at your window,
But you sleep, even through my darkest nights.
My truth is not your concern.
The words I weave will keep me warm.
My love, spare not a thought for this sad soul,
For my words will never be enough
To keep your heart from soaring, falling, breaking.
If my words could make you love me,
Perhaps I would never have the courage to set pen to paper.
Love is such a nice thought, simple and sweet and carefree,
But such a burden to bear when words are all you have to offer.
Still AliveHi All, Here I am again after many months of no contact with my dA friends. I'm doing ok and still searching for a woman. I have met some nice ladies recently and hope that these might develop into something eventually. I'm still Tablelander and still out there taking photos and wood carving and wood turning. However my membership to my local camera club is certainly teaching me plenty of skills that I might not have ever learned on my own. We meet fortnightly and in process of that look at each other's creations and comment on them. We also go on excursions every few months to go to places we might not normally visit. It's always more fun taking photos with like minded people. I am in process of turning my utility into a camper and am at this time respraying it to make it a little more presentable. However now I only need to finish the roof and get a solar panel to recharge my batteries and I can finally get out on the road of discovery. I look forward to this time very much and can f
Wildlife means great imagery
Dearest beastie Doctrinaires,
Two group journals in two days … are you freaking?
Being into animals, one of the first things upon relocating that I missed were the small anoles which are virtually everywhere in Florida. I enjoyed sitting on the porch while watching them do their micro-Nat' Geo thing. Once I hit the Appalachian Mountains, I imagined myself too far north for lizard habitat, but actually it isn't so. They're just different and a lot more infrequent.
If herping is your wild thing, you may recognize the little fellow above as an eastern fence lizard, also called a 'blue belly' for its beautiful blue coloring, where? That's right! Its belly—and underside of its neck. Fully mature they reach lengths of six to seven inches (15-18 cm), which makes them even smaller than anoles.
The one pictured is still immature, yet at only three i
Scenery aheadDearest Doctrinaires,
Tomorrow morning I'll have my van packed and be on the road again for parts unknown—off to find a new home somewhere away from Florida. I think I'll start with a look through the Carolinas … there are some beautiful mountains up there.
That expressed, I'll be away from my home computer for the next couple weeks. If you need to reach me, you can write, but unless it's realistically urgent please know it may be awhile before I return your message. Nonetheless, I'll still be looking in on our daily group activity via my smartphone, so I'll know what you're up to.
Stay imaginative and well. Thanks again for all you share, you're one of my greatest pleasures in life.
Until next time, have fun and I'll see you then.
Now THAT is Cray and 15 year old Man-GirlsNow before you react too strongly to the title, please give me just a bit of time to explain.
Here is the story.
A few days ago, I got a text from my youngest son telling me that he had hit a bear on his way to work. I asked of course if he was OK, and the answer was that everything was fine, the truck was undamaged and he was unhurt but he felt sorry for the bear. I breathed a sigh of relief as any father would. But I did have to give my head a shake and wonder where his heart was at. If the truck was undamaged, all he did was give that bear a good tale to tell his buddies.
So I respond to him “gosh... don't worry about the bear, tjhose [sic] guys are tough... He's probably telling his friends right now about some cray guy in a truck that he ran off the road.”
“If there was no damage, he will be fine.”
“To the truck I mean”
Now I had meant to say “some crazy guy”, but apparently I said something else. Who in their right mind would
photoswithstoryI created a new group just the other day, to be called photoswithstory.
As I view creative and interesting images on dA, I often have many questions concerning them.
Why was it taken, where was it taken, how was it done, when did it occur, who or what is in it and does it have any special significance?
For those who follow me, and this probably means you, my reader, you might be thinking along the same lines. Wouldn't it be great if with each image, the story or special reasons were included. I find these tidbits add so much to my appreciation.
Now if you feel this way, I would welcome you joining with me, in my new group. Check out any of my images, and you will see how much the descriptions add to the overall experience.
Lazing On A Sunny Afternoon
Les favoris de la lune by doyo Tuojiang River by foureyes
But My Eyes Remain by iamadem
Fumbling Towards Harmony by Peterix Find my way home by Peterix
dichord by Vacantia
don't you dare, little buddy by BlauBeerKuchen Hello by John-Logan
Eye Contact BW by RobinHedberg
here comes tiger by A-Finch Sleepy Cat by bessonben
Hidden Stories by dimajaber
Special thanks to my special frien
New OrleansI had decided before I left Baltimore for New Orleans that this time I was going to get out of the French Quarter and have a "genuine" New Orleans experience. Naturally, in my mind, that experience was going to involve jazz, and "real food." The jazz part is self-explanatory, but when I say "real food" I mean just regular food that non-tourists might eat while in their city. Well, my first night in New Orleans gave me all that I bargained for. . .
Patrick, my best friend at work, knows all of the funkiest spots in seemingly every city east of the Mississippi River. (Patrick was once a city-to-city book salesman, and he has the best travel stories of anyone I know) He had recommended a place called The Mother-in-Law Lounge. So the day before I left Baltimore I called there to ask if they'd have any live music on the nights that I'd be in town. As it turned out, I was speaking with the owner - Kermit Ruffins. I didn't know
GreetingsHello My Dear Friends
It's been awhile.
Life has been moving along here in Texas. Seems I haven't had time to turn around, the work on my house is done for the season, winter is almost here, so I guess you could say its time to rest. The last 7 months have been a whirlwind, with moving, renovation an taking care of Hubby.
My days have been full, but also very rewarding.
I have managed to take a few photos an we had an outing at the Fort for Hubby's Birthday, they had a civil war reenactment an he loved it.
My other news would be to say I have a couple of photos on the evening news here, with my name (outdoor photos.)
I have to thank all my loyal friends who are still with me here on DA an Facebook. an Thank you to all who have faved an commented on my photos. Also for featuring me in your Journals
I am still here so please continue to send an I will continue to watch
Gently To All
I like taking pix....especially of stuff i wanna see...i love TURTLEZZZ i live in the woods in Idaho where it is extremely beautiful...spend more time fishin' than anything else tho...
Current Residence: the woods of Idaho
Favourite genre of music: All kinds...LoL
Favourite photographer: My Grandmother...
Favourite style of art: all kinds
Operating System: vista
MP3 player of choice: the one that works...
Shell of choice: Turtle
Wallpaper of choice: old fashioned flowered kind
Skin of choice: my man's
Favourite cartoon character: The Buzzard(in Bugs Bunny)
Personal Quote: there but for the grace of god go I
Okey dokey...now that all the hullabaloo is over....on with the fun stuff!