Third time lucky at marriage. My present husband rocks my world. We've had our bumps but strive to keep our connection alive and vibrant. I am privileged to be a mother to a remarkable daughter who is a confident and beautiful lesbian. I wish she would discover a love that is as fulfilling and profound as the love she gives to the world. I wrote web code, but now my poetry, short stories, essays, and novel writing help quell my anxiety.
Each word pulses with life, as we capture our essence in a mere handful of lines. What a journey you inspire, encapsulating the universe in a heartbeat, encouraging us to do the same.
Lan, I loved your story ! Wonderful you did for your son, I am,sure, and so awesome you loved another real love story, I still live with my husband after nearly 40 years, but a love story with another woman is something so wonderful and so supporting.
Very interesting story, but I'm not sure what you mean by a "power take off," and I'd like to know. And in the third full line, you write, "May 1979 I was president my Bachelor of Science Degree." I think you mean "presented," not "president".
Thanks, --David
PS: I often make mistakes like these online. The latter one may be something you can blame on autocorrect.
What is the tbd? Don't assume others know your acronyms unless they are in common parlance, like DNA, MPG, MPH, and HIV, and unless you know that they have only one meaning, unlike ICE, which among car nuts stands for "internal combustion engine."
Obscure acronyms do to the flow of prose what a dead cow does to the flow of a stream.
Ohio farm boy I am
Proud nephew of my uncle Sam
Rough edged hewer of
Songs for folks
Some simple,
Some not,
With crafted phrases
And finger strokes.
My surname
From Ireland.
Ocean waved to Penn's woods.
Then 1803 land granted farm
Where casts my family's
Seed in soil
To anchor my past.
I left acres of corn
Called by the muse
To search this land
Find sweeter ears
And sing to them
Of the sun, the sky,
And the blues.
Malcolm, AMAZING. Clever. YOU!!!
Thank you.
Malcolm, there is a sincerity and empathy in your words that moves me.
Ooo I love this! Succinct, and thoughtful and definitely a great summary of the ______ ought years! ♥️ love you
Love you more
Oooh! They're going to fight about who loves the other the most! Or maybe just bask in their love for each other! I say, go for it!
We are still all gushy about it. LOL
I am happily married to Crystal-lee.
Ohio farm boy I am
Proud nephew of my uncle Sam
Rough edged hewer of
Songs for folks
Some simple,
Some not,
With crafted phrases
And finger strokes.
My surname
From Ireland.
Ocean waved to Penn's woods.
Then 1803 land granted farm
Where casts my family's
Seed in soil
To anchor my past.
I left acres of corn
Called by the muse
To search this land
Find sweeter ears
And sing to them
Of the sun, the sky,
And the blues.
In my opinion, you win E's contest. Hands down, feet over, spinning head and smiling face. Glorious Gloria....🥰
Thanks, Morgan. It’s going to be a difficult task because there dare some crazy good entries.
Gloria, although I won't be participating in the "Your Life Story in 81 words" contest, I have to say that YOUR entry is fascinating and fabulous!!
Thank you, Leon.
I hit both the comment box and the balloon.
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Third time lucky at marriage. My present husband rocks my world. We've had our bumps but strive to keep our connection alive and vibrant. I am privileged to be a mother to a remarkable daughter who is a confident and beautiful lesbian. I wish she would discover a love that is as fulfilling and profound as the love she gives to the world. I wrote web code, but now my poetry, short stories, essays, and novel writing help quell my anxiety.
Caro, I am enamored by your poetry.
“In the vast abyss of the night,
Stars ignite, casting their light.
Mysteries woven in their glow,
Whispers of souls that used to know.
They twinkle, distant and far,
Guiding us through life's memoir.
A reminder, amidst the scars,
Of why we wonder, what we are.”
Fascinating and so original.
Thank you for liking my little poem.
Wonderful!
Well-Traveled
A Bio-poem for E.Jean Carroll’s 81 word elevator life-story
By Lee
A Light Writer from a Martha Beck School of Radical Transformation
Jiggling
You appear,
When I lift
Hand to charm
Hoping
Someone will see
A loved beauty
From an era
I never knew.
Even when I lived there.
There’s a faint odor,
A bitterness,
To wriggling, snow-white,
Yet no-longer-baby flesh
Revealing its Truth of birth.
Ego running?
Stop it!
I wiggle you in the mirroring afternoon sunlight,
Let go.
Vanity is vexation.
I smile.
Look within.
Permitting this body
Freedom
To choose Love.
A more impeccable
Now
In authentic kindness.
#CeaseFire
Wow! Your poem beautifully captures the struggle with vanity and ego, urging us to embrace authenticity and kindness in the present moment.
Thanks Glo🌹
I love your writing, Gloria!
Thank you, Carol. I appreciate your taking the time to read it.
Each word pulses with life, as we capture our essence in a mere handful of lines. What a journey you inspire, encapsulating the universe in a heartbeat, encouraging us to do the same.
You mean her Substack? It’s @ejeancarroll
Incredible journey yet well lived. Hugs, Loreal
Lan, thank you for sharing with story with me.
Lan, I loved your story ! Wonderful you did for your son, I am,sure, and so awesome you loved another real love story, I still live with my husband after nearly 40 years, but a love story with another woman is something so wonderful and so supporting.
Flo, your husband is a very fortunate man.
Lol. I am not so sure now
That’s mysterious!
Very interesting story, but I'm not sure what you mean by a "power take off," and I'd like to know. And in the third full line, you write, "May 1979 I was president my Bachelor of Science Degree." I think you mean "presented," not "president".
Thanks, --David
PS: I often make mistakes like these online. The latter one may be something you can blame on autocorrect.
I'm sorry about your father.
What is the tbd? Don't assume others know your acronyms unless they are in common parlance, like DNA, MPG, MPH, and HIV, and unless you know that they have only one meaning, unlike ICE, which among car nuts stands for "internal combustion engine."
Obscure acronyms do to the flow of prose what a dead cow does to the flow of a stream.