Love
?
Talks About It
2025.05.23
Friday, May 23, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Yo-yo-yo.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Love. We ought to talk about it.
Seeing as I'm a Poet and it's one of our job expectations, and I'm feeling as true to my work as ever this morning, it's a good time.
"It's his journal. He's a Poet."
- Dedicated Reader
"Is he gay?"
-Clueless Victim of Society
The quick easy answer to that question is no. An emphatic no.
For me, it's always been women.
The more important response is the question both breaks my heart and pisses me off.
In a world of billions, if you're lucky enough to have someone love you in a way you recognize to love back, consider yourself blessed.
Plumbing preferences are political; sex is private intimate partnership.
Two choices make and sustain love, not a society's expectations.
If you're proud to be, 'Gay, Straight, Bi, Pick-a-Prefix,' you're proud to be political and not in love.
Quick fix swipe left, swipe right club floor barroom hook-ups lack intimacy and so lack a chance for love.
If you won't do it sober, you shouldn't do it.
A good rule for everything, most especially sex.
It's a disservice to your body, your compassion, and the dream of what it means to be human.
Poets sing about love because we're all about relationships.
A new relationship of anything to anything else makes a new metaphor.
To make metaphors: Is what the meta is for.
Our whole experience of life is defined by how we pick two objects not usually associated and define a new understanding from the partnership with words to give new meaning to the interactions the pairing creates.
To share these new relationships with words is the work of The Poet.
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Light rain again today; the grackles are back.
Crows you'd call them if you didn't know much about birds.
But if you look closer a grackle is a rainbow's shine against a night sky.
There are rainbows, and a world stuck in the dark, stuck in our language of love.
But Life has always been about living color and falling in Love is always done best at night.
Politics provide a place for Love to exist in intimacy and safety.
Recognition of a shared dream and not prefixes of plumbing preference define potential love.
Take care, love something on purpose, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Ask a Ghost to Dance
2025.04.05
Saturday, April 05, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Words and deeds, what feeds us all…
O/ Welcome back.
Sunshine find you yet?
Still on its way here.
Hope it finds you well.
On with the show...
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Wow. Sometimes, at times, so much wants to be said.
A head on fire with so many dreams calling for a voice.
You start writing. Pick one dream or none, scribble some lines, remember you love this stuff.
"There’s plenty of other things you could be doing."
- Your Honest Friends
You love the work and the wonder of it, the way words weave witness to wishes and daydreams.
The way a song called a sentence sings in mind as your eyes sew the slants and scribbles of syllables into mindful measures.
A dream can touch a dream; a reader can read.
But only if the letters are set down to share.
Set them down. Share them.
Touch a dreamer’s dream with your storied dreams.
Ask a ghost to dance.
The written word shared is the spirit looking for a dance partner.
Thanks for the dance this morning.
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The Princess Pata Chronicles continue…
Abe has a patch of the yard committed for digging.
He scratches dirt until he reaches the soft soil, tosses some behind him, then lays down on the comfortable mound.
He made his bed; he lies in it.
Yesterday he softly set The Princess down near the patch, scratched a new hole, tossed the soft soil into a mattress, gently lifted Pata with his teeth and set her on the new bed.
He walked his route around the yard, a security officer’s patrol, returned to his own mounded bed, softened the soil with a few scratch marks, walked to The Princess’ house, swept her off her plush paddled feet, placed her in his bed and laid down with her.
Lovers in the springtime grass watching songbirds sing new nests together in oak trees and pines.
A dog daydreams of love at a slow steady pace.
Abe dreams quiet introspective dreams under oaks and pines to find a definition of love suitable for a dog.
Important work, any act is only as meaningful as the meanings we bring to it.
Abe’s wise; he takes his time.
There’s more to life than speeding it up.
Take care, take a breath, prepare your dreams for Spring, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Princess Pata
2025.04.04
Friday, April 04, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hello. O/
Long sleep happens sometimes.
Extra dreams, extended play, a lot to say.
Good to rest, time for our best.
On with our show.
Abe’s got a new babe.
A squeaky toy duck: Princess Pata.
We know about Abe and his squeaker toys. 🐕
Know he goes right for the squeaker.
Guts the fluff to get to the good stuff.
Pulls the squeaky balloon out and celebrates.
Princess Pata is different. She’s like the others, soft, fluffy, quacks when you squeeze her, but he treats her different.
Picks her up nimbly in his teeth, trots to take her outside, holds her close like a gentleman while he holds the door for her as they walk outside.
He cries for her.
No, really, he does.
He sets Princess Pata down near my feet steps back and whimpers. He’s done it a few times.
Abe’s new at love. He doesn’t know how to let go and give her some space.
“It takes two to make a relationship,” I remind him. “Don’t lose yourself trying to do what’s best for your partner.”
His feelings run deep, though. What could be more important than Love?
“Don’t lose yourself. Make sure you’re getting out what you put in. It’s not Love if you aren’t. It’s servitude.” -Some good friendly been-alive-awhile been-there-done-that advice from me.
Princess is out with friends in the yard. Abe’s back to his calm keep an eye out for BOPs and squirrels duties.
He’s given her his trust.
“You’re not the only one in this relationship whose heart squeaks when you squeeze it, Princess.” He told her.
“Out in the yard, alone with friends, or together alone on the loveseat, let’s make sure we’re good to each other. Let’s take care of each other always.” Abe tells The Princess.
Of course my dog’s a romantic.
Spring is here; Canada sends her geese honking by.
Time for what’s new to start to shine through, for you, for me, for Princess Pata and my romantic dog named Abe.
Take care, watch out for yourself while you care for your loved ones, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Red Moon, Read
2025.03.14
Friday, March 14, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Blood Moon!
Ma gets to see Her shadow.
Why’s it red?
A good question.
Shadow and light, what happens at night, hid but always there… a good question.
For a ghost. O/
Might as well ask a scientist what your shadow is for while you ask them to shed some light on why The World’s shadow is red.
Every shadow is red.
There’s a story that explains it.
Don’t bother searching for it.
Gotta find me first. 🤫👻
Stories and shadows on The Moon are best discovered at certain times.
Until that certain time.
Hello. O/
Lost my manners to The Blood Moon.
How’s the day?
Ma’s shadow is on the other side of The Moon… time for Spring!
Get your green on; it’s game on.
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Strange practical morning today.
Anytime The Moon crowds the conversation romance is involved.
Just a guy, his dog, some love poems and thoughts of you here.
¿Dónde estás chica bonita?
Spring wants what’s new.
How about me and you?
Moonlight keeps The World alive, rushes the tide, makes a bride of the beach; waters water with a way to fly.
Rain to rain down a purposeful dance called creation.
Life, and so Love, aren't possible without The Moon’s insistence to hold on.
Lovers embrace best at night under the reminder of Moonlight.
Get a poet writing on The Moon and you have an all day-fest of words on Love’s persistent insistence to make Life, to Keep Life Going.
Night light cheers on the day to make and make and make more and more and more.
Spring: Game on, get your green on.
Take care and make and make and make a wonderful night and day.
+he Ghos+
The Sky Goes Wonderful
Once in a blue moon the sky goes wonderful.
Once in a blue moon the sky goes wonderful.
And all I think about is the moon.
And you... marvelous you.
And chocolate...
And apple pie...
And I wonder...
Chocolate...
And apple...
And pie...
The apple pie.
The chocolate.
The Marvel Us.
Just you.
Just me.
And chocolate...
And apple...
And pie...
And
Just
Us.
~ Wynn ~
The Reason
Why do you look Like everything I ever wanted?
Why do you look
Like everything I ever wanted?
Why do you look at me
Like the only thing I ever asked for?
The only reason
For the fight back was to see the way
You
Look at me.
~ Wynn ~
Letras que necesitan un cantante;
Palabras que quieren una canción.
Porque me preguntaste si podía;
Porque pensé que deberías saberlo.
Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.
¡Hay baile otra vez
En mi corazón!
Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.
¡Hay fuego otra vez
En mi corazón!
Cada vez,
Te veo,
Te deseo
más que
el ultima vez.
Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.
~ Wynn ~
Diode Hung
I’m your hero; you’re my zero making my one sprung.
Blues don’t fill shoes because
Blues ain't got nowhere
Shoes
Should you choose to choose to choose
This blues man, run as fast as he can
Man.
Should you be with me in that tree
When the lights go down on
Town,
And we see what things are under
Every star in new shoes under
Moonlight.
Right wherever you are tonight
This mind's on fire for your
Desire.
I’d run twice around the world
But here you are in
Pixels.
And though I can’t kiss you, I can
Keep you in these comfortable
soles.
Each sole of these
Shoeless paid
My dues-yes-
Soles.
Sweet entreat you
And me complete should meet
By pixel light binary delight the one to the zero
I’m your hero; you’re my zero making my one sprung.
This Diode hung
hanging I
s
full
o
f wonder
full hung diode
spring
sprung
this one
and I’m
hung like
a diode
with this
ode to
you. Are
you twice
across the
world or
here binary
beautiful
love at first
byte you
here or twice
way half round
the whole world.
One plus Zero never
equaled two me and you
and the light too, are one.
~ Wynn ~