My fledgling words take flight
They step from the branch and test the wind with uncertain wings
They long to soar above the loneliness of the desolate wastes
But what they most long for is to find companionship
Someone to hunt with, to stand side by side with against the cold night
These first, short flights are terrifying
How easy it would be to stay close to the nest, yet each new flight opens new vistas
The fear is replaced with wonder
But still I am alone
Until at last I find myself sailing the seas of the air and the world is far below, passing like a dreamscape
I catch movement from the corner of my eye, and there you are
We did not seek each other out
But we are no longer alone
Riding the wind side by side
Pouring My Art Out 
Now I feel all mushy and strange, and a little bit titillated to tell the truth.
I like to say; touched, honored, and not a little arroused.
Does Ed Hotspur know how fickle you are? No wonder he’s been visiting me.
Ed has a little fickle in him too.
Better a fickle than a pickle, I always say.
Well, from what I heard… never mind…
oh, how lovely!
Aw… shucks.
Wow!
wOw
This is as beautiful as it is wise!
Oh stop.
ahahahaha!
You are just saying that because it’s true…
Ha! :D!
Indeed.
You’ll never be alone again.
Sending you your very own cow…
You’re welcome….
But it has to be a flying cow…
Done!
I didn’t think that through… where is my umbrella?
Very nice! I didn’t know you wrote poetry as well as sci-fi 🙂
I throw in a poem now and then. And my songs could be considered poetry set to music. I am glad you liked it. It is fun to reach inside and pull a raw emotion out of your chest.
Cool! That’s great you can do that 🙂
I have a few hidden talents… but no real life skills.
LOL, I know the feeling 😛
Nature gives with one hand and takes away with the other…
So true! It’s a bugger 😦
I could do without that mental image, but I take your point… so to speak…
LOL, I didn’t know ‘bugger’ had a visual aspect!
When used as slang in England it most certainly does…
Oh! I didn’t know that!! should I be blushing or gagging?
Depends, I guess…
LOL! I’m curious now. Guess I’ll have to Google it.
Careful with that…
Wikipedia says it’s sometimes used incorrectly by Brits to refer to sodomy but is usually not referring to sexual acts. So I think you have a dirty mind! LOL
It’s their word.
Originally. Now it says it’s used by a wide variety of English speakers (Aus., US, Canada, etc).
But it was their word first, so they get to decide what it means… which originally meant just what you said it did, but eventually came to mean getting screwed over by someone.
LOL, okay!
I don’t make this stuff up… now Google ‘cuckold’…
Hmm, is that a dare? 😉
Think of it as another lesson in British slang.
Oh, okay I thought it was a play or novel you wanted me to look at. I Googled it but didn’t realize it was another British slang term.
I am not teaching you about art or culture. That is your parents job. I am teaching you about good, rude words used by our cousins across the sea… and you did start this didn’t you? I would never use the word ‘bugger’ in the presence of a lady.
ROFL, I didn’t know what you meant at first but you shouldn’t assume the worst of people! My naive use of the term didn’t warrant instruction in British slang. My grandmothers were British but I never learned any rude words from them.
So to be clear, a cuckold is a man with a wife or girlfriend who cheats on him sleeping with other men? This is useless crap you’re teaching me. Apparently these are old fashioned slang terms 😛
Well who else is going to go to all the trouble of teaching you bad words from another country that went out of fashion at the turn of the century?
LMAO, do you mean I should feel privileged being under your tutelage?
Once again, you started this whole thing. If you didn’t happen to have grandmothers from over there, you might have found the whole thing both entertaining and informative. Also, it is a shame to let perfectly good dirty old-timey slang words die out.
LOL, you are missing your blog aren’t you?
No… it got turned back on this morning… this is just how much I care…
Don’t use the word “under” around Art. It gives him grandiose notions and feeds his superiority complex. Right now he’s googling tutelage looking for some prurient British slang use.
I know all about tutelage. I have tuteld many people in my time. I even tutel my own horn now and then.
Well, tutel-loo. It’s way past my bed time and the warm milk is making me drowsy.
Udderly ridiculous.
LMAO! You are both funny 😀
Oh I am so going to have to lock you back up in the cellar if you keep scaring away new victi… friends… that’s what I was going to say…
Haha, I don’t know which one of you is funnier-userdand or you!
Well obviously it’s me… or he wouldn’t spend so much time trying to convince you that it was him.
Very true 😉
I know, right?
😀
And with that remark, we see who is the more gracious of the two. Harumph.
Look at us, fighting over a lady like two cavemen. It would be cute if it wasn’t so sad.
Well, bless you for not using the word pathetic. Moby certainly would have.
Let’s remember that we have two comment threads going, and not get them crossed and tangled up. To be precise, we are fighting over one lady and fighting with the other.
Sorry!
See, you are highjacking like an old pro now.
Hehe, suppose I am 😉
You go, girl!
That’s okay Natalya. That remark and harumph was meant for Art. He misunderstood earlier too that I directed it to him. I may have dropped it into the wrong place in the cycle of comment/reply.
I knew it was for me… I was deflecting… that’s what I do…
Oh, Jeez. Now you’re here in realtime and it’s just you and me and no hiddinsight or Natalya. What are we supposed to talk about? Looks like a good time to go out and mow my grass even if it is hot as a mug and humid.
I have to make my mom dinner.
Lol, no problem. I thought that might have been the case but do try to be polite when I remember 😉
I like it when the conversation goes on so long that nobody remembers what started it or who said what to who. And I just realized that if you stuck our two profile pics together… his top of the head and my shades, we would make half of one very interesting face.
LOL, I don’t know how you think of these things. Can you photo shop it into reality? 😉
Photoshop what into reality? I forgot what we were talking about. I have been answering a lot of comments today. I can Photoshop anything into reality… if I know what it is.
Don’t bother using the word “reality” in a conersation with Art. Realty and Dr. Brown have long been estranged. His adoption of my forehead could likely cure that little problem though.
Hey… I am adopted… and it’s Doctor Browne… with an e on the end… which is why the character in my book is Arthur Blacke… with a silent e on the end. See how clever that is? Now somebody remind me what I am supposed to Photoshop again.
My noble forehead on your diminished cranium, Dr. BrownEEEEEEEEEE.
I have one of the most noble craniums ever created. I am named after a semi-mythical King! Respect.
That would be the aforementioned King Cartoon on Pee Wee’s Playhouse. Funny. You don’t look or sound a thing like William Marshall.
You poke fun at my cranium, you, sirrah, who doth most resemble a bad patch of lawn? Varlet! Knave! Begone, lest I uproot thy better half!
Okay, duly noted 😉 I’ll keep that in mind for future conversation 🙂
I visited reality once… I didn’t care for it.
Your honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I rest my case.
What? All the normal people messed up reality.
The mere fact that you are anticipating “future conversations” with Art indicates to me you aren’t giving serious consideration to a single thing I am saying.
People try to stay away from me, but I grow on them.
They should have that removed and biopsied.
Shut up… more like a fungus… a friendly little fungus… at worst a mold of some sort.
You’re alluding to penicillin perhaps while I thinking more like stachybotrys.mold.
Okay…
Don’t bother being polite. It will only be a hindrance here and looked upon as an exploitable vulnerability.
I never exploit vulnerabilities. I was raised better than that.
LMAO, oh well I’m Canadian so can’t help it! 😛
I think she just insulted all of us non-Canadians…
Got to be some French in her somewhere. Don’t let the two of them find one another. We will never know peace.
That would be a tough combination to beat.
The Stanley Cup competiton of the blogoshpere.
But are they juicin’? Are they using performance enhancing drugs?
Yeah. Estrogen.
Cheaters!
I tried it. Didn’t do much for me other than increasing my cup size from an AA to a C. Keeps me awake and entertained most nights though.
TMI…
How does this keep happening, Art? Another daughter of the flaming beaver. Don’t you have some kind of filter you can activate or something? There goes the neighborhood.
I love my Canadian friends. Very polite, good health care system. Tasty syrup.
Art, by far. You will come to discover his extremely quick wit with time. He’s the master.
I have rethought my position. I am nowhere near as funny as my esteemed opponent. He is the man!
Yeah. I kiss the ring and now you get all warm and fuzzy ignoring a path of digital devastatiion trailing behind you.
Women think they are the only ones who can change their minds. But I showed them.
“Indeed,” to quote one in particular who is the master of mind change and rule change..
She stole that from me.
That’s true. I have noticed his quick wit 🙂
Oh don’t encourage him.
She’s talking about YOU nimrod, not me.
Oh…
Hehe…
Who indeed?
See?
Just remember, I warned you not to Google and get into this excange with Arthur. He hasn’t had his evening meds yet and is acting out.
He may have a point there.
LOL! Thanks for the warning 😉
Don’t listen to him… or any of those other disgruntled former employees… they are just bitter… and deranged… You will be safe here… and happy and warm and well fed.
Hehe, if you say so 😉
Besides, I need your cool purple shady trees… it keeps my brain from overheating.
LOL, okay. I wouldn’t want you to have your brain overheat 😛
It would be like a hamster in a microwave.
That’s an awful image! I’m a vegetarian you know.
I didn’t put it in there.
I know that but I didn’t like the visual image it created when I read your comment 😛
Sorry… it was just a shock value joke.
It’s okay…
I am trying so hard to be good… for now…
LOL, we’ll see how long that lasts! 😉
Precisely.
Don’t bother winding your watch. You sound just young enough that you probably don’t know about winding a watch or dialing a phone.
You are always buttering people up. I am going to start calling you ‘Bigstickobuttah’.
A few years ago my youngest daughter encountered a rotary dial phone at my mother’s house. She had to ask me how to use the dial.
Give her a record album…
I’ll take that as a compliment; however my parents were always a bit behind with technology and had a rotary phone for quite awhile. I also had a wind up watch when I was a child. I’m not *that* young! LOL
Don’t give him any information to work with…
Too late. HA! I need surprisingly little when blessed with so much charm. I would suggest taking notes..
Spoken like a true possible sociopath.
Me neither.
Here comes the butter… and the syrup…
For a man who has lived only one life Van Helsing, you know too much.
I kill monsters… that’s what I do… now excuse me, I have to go put a steak through Paula Deen’s heart. It might be a T-bone… or a ribeye…
You are exposing way too much of your soft underbelly for future exploitation by the master. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of lawless abandon. Divulge at your own risk. May be harmful to small children and animals (obviously).
Yeah… nothing we like better than to rip apart some meatless vegetarian like a pack of starving hyenas dismantling the carcass of a baby wildebeest… sorry… there I go with the non-vegan imagery again.
LMAO! thanks for the warning even if it’s already too late 😉
He tries to make me sound evil, when he is the one who has a secret lair inside a dead volcano… like some kind of Bond villain.
LOL, I am much too trusting as I think you’re both harmless 😀
Well, you’re half right… ha!
Yes, you are too trusting if you think we are both harmless. You’ll figure it out in time I’m sure. My issues are pretty much under control…….or not.
I haven’t killed anybody in months… of course the freezer is full… so…
Twin sons. That is so funny. I had typed that I had “my issues under control and hadn’t killed anybody…….yet,” but thought it might be a bit to dark for little Miss Natalya and didn’t post it.
Sure… once again you look like the good guy because I can’t keep my big mouth… or fingers… quiet.
Looking like a good guy is my long suit, 54 Tall. I think our fat fingers miffed my old buddy hiddinsight. She likes playing with us but her skins not as thick in all places. Of course, I should talk. I’m the one who had to bail a while back when I got triggered you remember.
My fingers are big… not fat… I want that on the record…
Haha, I’ll take my chances 😉
That is just what he likes to hear.
Got that note pad handy?
Note to self; take lots of notes.
The size is right. Probably covered in fur too and definitely nocturnal like it’s pointy nosed counter-part.
ouch. I felt that one.
Too late. The other day he and hiddinsight were frying bacon on top of that head.
HA… with a side of bacon…
Haha, quite the picture (mentally).
Hey… said ‘frying bacon’… what happened to the militant vegetarian???
I’m not a militant vegetarian! I was only like that in my teens. Gave that up long ago… I’m a tolerant vegetarian but have my moments… 😛
How can you stand it? Can’t you hear the baby carrots scream when you bite their little heads off?
Seriously, I feel bad for the root vegetables but I figure I’d rather spare the creatures with central nervous systems than veggies. I know that sounds nuts but plants feel pain yet I can’t relate to them like I can to animals. That’s why I don’t eat the animals but eat the plants.
Some of the main characters of my funny science fiction novels are twenty-foot-tall walking vegetables… the Xxo… or as humans call them, the Giant Broccoli… just sayin’.
and saying, and saying, and saying……
ssshhh… I am marketing…
so much nicer than trolling.
Don’t make it sound cheap.
I’m beginning to know more than I want.
Is that even possible?
Part of the circle of life on this blog.
The lyin’ king…
There you go again, you sharp-tongued devil.
That’s how I cut my teeth… with my sharp tongue.
Ah! a guy who has his wife/girlfriend cheat on him with other men?
sigh… you are killing me… but in the slang sense, when a man calls another man that, it means he is ‘getting… ummm… the shaft’… from the guy who is seeing his wife. And when it it used that way, the really mean he is getting shafted personally… which is what the word bugger means in British slang.
Next, we will go into why the word ‘fag’ means something completely different in England, and why you should never be shocked if an English friend starts talking about rubbers.
LMAO, I know fags are cigarettes and rubbers are rain boots.
dang it. I thought I would shock you with those.
Haha, I know the tame stuff 😉
I am enthralled by your vast database of obscure knowledge.
Well, I don’t know about vast….. lol 😛 It’s not like anyone appreciates this kind of stuff anymore though 😦
Somebody must. There are people who still like to speak like pirates. So those words are still around.
Aye, and where are your bucaneers? Under me bucan hat.
My novel has space pirates in it… just sayin’…
You’ll be sooorry. It’s a set up.
You are just a suspicious person.
Would it be the novel written by a man from India or the French playwright’s farce?
No and no. It also isn’t a Swiss clock with a bird that pops out every hour.
Okay. I found it’s meaning…
Oh, do you mean the Magnanimous Cuckold?
Getting warmer… assuming you know what magnanimous means, you just need to find out what the other word means. Try looking it up on an actual English… as in British… slang site. Americans change the words all the time.
Somehow I was blessed to have missed the birth and subsequent growth of this excange. No, please don’t fill me in.
Can’t two people have a a conversation about buggery and whatnot without someone else butting in… uh… I mean…
Have I come in on the tail-end of something?
Yes… like a caboose… ha! Don’t be the junk in out trunk.
I would have clicked like but the like button but in all WP blogs I have visited in the last two days has has been in a constant state of “loading.”
I noticed that. Just like the comment buttons on some are broken. WordPress must be making more unwanted changes.
Making unwanted changes? I wonder if they are all wives? HA 😀
oooohhhh, you are going to get yourself in trouble…