Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

AngelicaS1780 said:

My beautiful friend asked me to post this here.

Anniversary

A tall drink of water
Before the espresso
Left but not forgotten
On the piano by the door.

A walk down wet, slick stairs
Hand in hand
As the dead leaves
Hanging upon the trees,
Look on without comment.

Hold me closer
In these moments,
And think of them long after,
When the song of my body
Meets yours in crescendo.

Never let go
Of this feeling of us,
This warmth unparalleled
In a hall known well
Where everything was changed.

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TANSTAAFL58 said:

Powerful poem. Beautiful ropework (I am jealous as always; mine looks like it was tied by an arthritic chimp). Great pic: I love the colours in the rope.
I hope she's okay?

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Moochienanu said:

Holiday onesie!

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Moochienanu said:

“Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.” – Nido Qubein

Starting here,
Where I am
And taking stock
Of all that has transpired,
Come together,
This past year.

I focused on happiness
And allowed positivity
To rule over my negatives,
So I am still here.

I spent time with family,
Able to focus on being
A good mother,
Daughter, sister,
And I am still here.

I worked more,
Fully functioning,
Able to help my colleagues
Who had their own misfortunes,
Recognized with a new pin,
Thankful I am still here.

There were moments where the pain
Was almost unbearable,
But never actually was,
Which is
Why I am still here.

I sang my life
To strangers,
Almost weekly,
With some becoming friends,
Saving a barstool for me
While I am still here.

He held me every day,
Written where I belong,
Nestled in His arms
And in my spot,
I am always there.

This coming year,
I will continue
To piece together
From here.

This beginning is a good one.



I’ll start here.

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Moochienanu said:

“Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.” – Nido Qubein

Starting here,
Where I am
And taking stock
Of all that has transpired,
Come together,
This past year.

I focused on happiness
And allowed positivity
To rule over my negatives,
So I am still here.

I spent time with family,
Able to focus on being
A good mother,
Daughter, sister,
And I am still here.

I worked more,
Fully functioning,
Able to help my colleagues
Who had their own misfortunes,
Recognized with a new pin,
Thankful I am still here.

There were moments where the pain
Was almost unbearable,
But never actually was,
Which is
Why I am still here.

I sang my life
To strangers,
Almost weekly,
With some becoming friends,
Saving a barstool for me
While I am still here.

He held me every day,
Written where I belong,
Nestled in His arms
And in my spot,
I am always there.

This coming year,
I will continue
To piece together
From here.

This beginning is a good one.



I’ll start here.

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Moochienanu said:

“Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.” – Nido Qubein

Starting here,
Where I am
And taking stock
Of all that has transpired,
Come together,
This past year.

I focused on happiness
And allowed positivity
To rule over my negatives,
So I am still here.

I spent time with family,
Able to focus on being
A good mother,
Daughter, sister,
And I am still here.

I worked more,
Fully functioning,
Able to help my colleagues
Who had their own misfortunes,
Recognized with a new pin,
Thankful I am still here.

There were moments where the pain
Was almost unbearable,
But never actually was,
Which is
Why I am still here.

I sang my life
To strangers,
Almost weekly,
With some becoming friends,
Saving a barstool for me
While I am still here.

He held me every day,
Written where I belong,
Nestled in His arms
And in my spot,
I am always there.

This coming year,
I will continue
To piece together
From here.

This beginning is a good one.



I’ll start here.

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Moochienanu said:

“Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.” – Nido Qubein

Starting here,
Where I am
And taking stock
Of all that has transpired,
Come together,
This past year.

I focused on happiness
And allowed positivity
To rule over my negatives,
So I am still here.

I spent time with family,
Able to focus on being
A good mother,
Daughter, sister,
And I am still here.

I worked more,
Fully functioning,
Able to help my colleagues
Who had their own misfortunes,
Recognized with a new pin,
Thankful I am still here.

There were moments where the pain
Was almost unbearable,
But never actually was,
Which is
Why I am still here.

I sang my life
To strangers,
Almost weekly,
With some becoming friends,
Saving a barstool for me
While I am still here.

He held me every day,
Written where I belong,
Nestled in His arms
And in my spot,
I am always there.

This coming year,
I will continue
To piece together
From here.

This beginning is a good one.



I’ll start here.

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Moochienanu said:

“Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.” – Nido Qubein

Starting here,
Where I am
And taking stock
Of all that has transpired,
Come together,
This past year.

I focused on happiness
And allowed positivity
To rule over my negatives,
So I am still here.

I spent time with family,
Able to focus on being
A good mother,
Daughter, sister,
And I am still here.

I worked more,
Fully functioning,
Able to help my colleagues
Who had their own misfortunes,
Recognized with a new pin,
Thankful I am still here.

There were moments where the pain
Was almost unbearable,
But never actually was,
Which is
Why I am still here.

I sang my life
To strangers,
Almost weekly,
With some becoming friends,
Saving a barstool for me
While I am still here.

He held me every day,
Written where I belong,
Nestled in His arms
And in my spot,
I am always there.

This coming year,
I will continue
To piece together
From here.

This beginning is a good one.



I’ll start here.

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Moochienanu said:

I’m reminded today
About how much I need
To be wrapped tightly.

I prefer to feel His arms
Gathering my body close
As we lay warm,
Bare in bed.

There is a way that
He moves me closer,
Placing His whole hands,
Palms on my skin,
And runs them to my hips
To pull me.

So I pull tight on the knots
And try to imagine His hands
In the place of mine,
Wrapping me tightly
With the gathered hemp.

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Moochienanu said:

I’m reminded today
About how much I need
To be wrapped tightly.

I prefer to feel His arms
Gathering my body close
As we lay warm,
Bare in bed.

There is a way that
He moves me closer,
Placing His whole hands,
Palms on my skin,
And runs them to my hips
To pull me.

So I pull tight on the knots
And try to imagine His hands
In the place of mine,
Wrapping me tightly
With the gathered hemp.

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Moochienanu said:

I’m reminded today
About how much I need
To be wrapped tightly.

I prefer to feel His arms
Gathering my body close
As we lay warm,
Bare in bed.

There is a way that
He moves me closer,
Placing His whole hands,
Palms on my skin,
And runs them to my hips
To pull me.

So I pull tight on the knots
And try to imagine His hands
In the place of mine,
Wrapping me tightly
With the gathered hemp.

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Moochienanu said:

I would hate my body
If you didn’t love it.
Up since 3am
And all I keep wishing for
Is you next to me
In this empty bed.

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Moochienanu said:

Wishes blown into the wind
With the last bits of dandelion fluff,
Carried up and away,
In a whisper
Written on curled paper,
Stuffed into a bottle,
Sealed with a kiss
And set to float
Out into the ocean current,
With a pinch of salt
Over the shoulder
And a spin for luck.

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Moochienanu said:

Wishes blown into the wind
With the last bits of dandelion fluff,
Carried up and away,
In a whisper
Written on curled paper,
Stuffed into a bottle,
Sealed with a kiss
And set to float
Out into the ocean current,
With a pinch of salt
Over the shoulder
And a spin for luck.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2088443&stc=1&d=1578137859

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