Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies (cliches)

A story about Jack and Diane (apologies to John Mellencamp)

Time is money, so to make a long story short…

Jack and Diane were like two ships passing in the night

Diane was always a bridesmaid, never the bride

she was all dressed up with nowhere to go

I’m telling you she was dressed to kill

but you see all that glitters isn’t gold

 you sure cannot judge a book by it cover !

Now, Jack had a face only a mother could love

he was all thumbs

and as thick as a brick

but he was raking in the money hand over fist

unfortunately all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

however, as they say, beggars can’t be choosers

and everyone knows two heads are better than one

so you can bet your bottom dollar they both learned

love was better late than never

through some twist of fate she was in the right place at the wrong time

he ran in like a bat out of hell

a veritable bull in a china shop

with his two left feet he tripped her up.

Diane went flying ass over tea kettle!

He just grinned and said “fancy meeting you here.”

For her it was not love at first sight

as they say, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink!

BUT no worries, dear reader

 the bigger they are the harder they fall

and Love is blind so they decided to tie the knot

“Diane, I’ll love you through thick and thin”

“Jack, I’ll love you until the cows come home”

On their honeymoon they lay naked as a jaybirds

and as snug as bugs in a rug

they put a bun in Diane’s oven that very night!

All’s well that ends well!

(Fast forward 1o months)

Jack was  all thumbs and as high as a kite

he managed to throw the baby out with the bathwater!

Diane got all bent out of shape

so its back to the drawing board

I guess you really can’t have your cake and eat it too

catch my drift?

~Melanie Thomason

• A reblog from June 17, 2013

The Connely boys…

 

 

I had to share this wonderful short story by Gigi.  She weaves such magical tales filled with love and hope.  Do visit her page to find more treasures.  

Everyone thought Billy, Bobby and Jimmy were brothers, I mean they did have the same last name, after all.  But the truth is, the boys were not related in any way.  Matt and Clarise Connely had Billy and then sort of picked up Bobby and Jimmy along the way.

They were living on Elm Street, in a sleepy sort of town, when Bobby started hanging around their house.  He and Billy became friends and what was once a, “would you like to stay for dinner,” invitation quickly turned in to an every night occurrence.  Bobby, it seemed, was afraid to go home. Clarise could see it on his face and in his manner.  One night, when everyone went into the living room, she asked him to stay the kitchen for a moment.  Clarise asked Bobby to sit down at the table, which he did rather reluctantly.   She gave him a plate of chocolate chip cookies, right out of the oven, so the chips were soft and stringy, just the way he liked them.

“You’re almost living here,” said Clarise sweetly.

“Can I?” asked Bobby.

“Can you what?”

“Live here,” he answered in a rush, his eyes wide, chocolate smeared across his upper lip.  “Please.”

Love doesn’t look like THIS…this is what HATE looks like

Does this painting reach in and pull out your heart? Perhaps you know someone who has looked like this? Perhaps it has even been you…
IF you think no one you know has been or is being beaten you are deluding yourself. Some of us just hide it well.

It is not ok, it is never ok and no one deserves to be a punching bag.

If anyone lays a hand on you in violence please know:
1- Contrary to what they may say it is not because they love you sooo much
2- You didn’t MAKE them do it
3- They will do it again

Rethinking Life

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This is what our culture thinks of women…our culture ALLOWS this to happen…it’s built into the system.

I implore you all to read this. It is sad, ridiculous, sickening and infuriating that this is the reality we live in. In America! In 2015!

Attn: MEN reading this… Yes, there are good guys out there…if you are one of them, please take this to heart. No real change can take place without your help.

Rethinking Life

Photo from public domain

*  According to the U.S. Surgeon General, domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women in the United States.

*  The American Medical Association estimates that their American male partners assault 2 million American women each year.

*  The U.S. Department of Justice estimates that 95% of the victims of domestic violence are women.

*  A WOMAN IS BEATEN EVERY 15 SECONDS IN THE UNITED STATES (Bureau of Justice Statistics, Report to the nation on Crime and Justice.  The Data.  Washing DC Offic of Justice Program, US Dept. of Justice, Oct 1983)

*  35% of all emergency room calls are a result of domestic violence.

*  Of those who abuse their partner, well over 65% also physically and/or sexually abuse the children.

*  Each day…4 women die as a result of abuse.

*  Each day…3 children die as a result of abuse.

This…

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Try But Don’t Cry

I had to share this powerful poem of yet another broken childhood. Shattered by the fists of Domestic Violence.
Yet she is raising her voice, now will you listen?

For what it’s worth

If you haven’t met Belinda yet let this lovely poem be an introduction. She is a lady of love and light. Please visit the original to like and leave comments 🙂

Music of Scars

I don’t do much reblogging of other’s work but I just had to share this with you. Paul F. Lenzi is one of my Featured Friends if you do not know him check him out! This poem is fabulous 🙂

Poesy plus Polemics

your voice is like whiskey
poured through gravel
and hardship
it teaches us something
that song without stones
of an age can’t deliver

your music of scars
moves on chords
built from pain
long suffering sounds
we’d give our last heartbeat
to sing even once

your implausible poise
plays a plaintive arpeggio
climbing the sequence
of notes that express
the best senses of
wounded humanity

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