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

Another Blitz Poem...

Loud and tight

Sing a song
Sing out loud
Loud and proud
Loud and clear
Clear the slate
Clear as day
Day of the dead
Day in the sun
Sun shine bright
Sun in my eyes
Eyes bore holes
Eyes on the prize
Prize winning music
Prize worth the wait
Wait for the cue
Wait in the moment
Moment you know
Moment you feel
Feel the fight
Feel my mind
Mind running circles
Mind so full
Full of you
Full of fire
Fire in your eyes
Fire and smoke
Smoke and soot
Smoke in her voice
Voice of a generation
Voice of an angel
Angel with horns
Angel on my shoulder
Shoulders burdened with time
Shoulder shrug
Shrug it off
Shrug in reply
Reply to my questions
Reply when you are able
Able bodied
Able to move mountains
Mountains and valleys
Mountains capped with snow
Snow so pure
Snow falling in sheets
Sheets covering us
Sheets tucked in tight
Tight with the beat
Tight fitting space
Space...
Beat...

Moochienanu said:

Loud and tight

Sing a song
Sing out loud
Loud and proud
Loud and clear
Clear the slate
Clear as day
Day of the dead
Day in the sun
Sun shine bright
Sun in my eyes
Eyes bore holes
Eyes on the prize
Prize winning music
Prize worth the wait
Wait for the cue
Wait in the moment
Moment you know
Moment you feel
Feel the fight
Feel my mind
Mind running circles
Mind so full
Full of you
Full of fire
Fire in your eyes
Fire and smoke
Smoke and soot
Smoke in her voice
Voice of a generation
Voice of an angel
Angel with horns
Angel on my shoulder
Shoulders burdened with time
Shoulder shrug
Shrug it off
Shrug in reply
Reply to my questions
Reply when you are able
Able bodied
Able to move mountains
Mountains and valleys
Mountains capped with snow
Snow so pure
Snow falling in sheets
Sheets covering us
Sheets tucked in tight
Tight with the beat
Tight fitting space
Space...
Beat...

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Clever. Thanks for sharing.

Moochienanu said:

I know it was a lot. Sometimes I can be a handful.



What do my hands say about me, then?

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What do Moochie's hands tell me?

Long, slender fingers. If you don't play the piano you should try. If you can't type like 60 words per minute, you could. Sinuous. You likely have a handshake firm enough for people to notice. That's a good thing. Limp hand shakes are like air kisses. Short nails. Intended for practicality; your fingers need to function. Your work requires that practicality. Dexterous. (I remember the video of you changing bars).

How'd I do?

(That was hard, because I used the accompanying photo from the original post, which featured your hands, but had a distraction...)

TANSTAAFL58 said:

Clever. Thanks for sharing.

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Not really clever... seems blitz poems are one of the only forms I feel semi-comfortable with. You’re welcome.

Another Blitz Poem...

I like this a lot, although I should stop you there, I fear your brain may explode, and your talent is hard to find.

Either you are about to have the life beaten out of you, or your in the middle of world war two, I've lived though the Blitz: It wasn't nice.

The next couple of days might be full of music.

This working since last Thursday has got me feeling bruised. Thankfully less than I could have since the return of a certain someone and an unforgettable morning spent together yesterday... but, a long week deserves a bit of a decompression.

Bruised - Jack’s Mannequin

I've got my things, I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride and it's done
We stood like statues at the gate
Vacation's come and gone too late
There's so much sun where I'm from
I had to give it away, had to give you away
And we spent four days on an
Island at your family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect...

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised

I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle
I take my pills, the babies cry
All I hear is what's playing through
The in-flight radio
Now every word of every song
I ever heard that made me wanna stay
Is what's playing through
The in-flight radio, and I
And I am, finally waking up

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
Don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised, yeah

So read your books, but stay out late
Some nights, some nights, and don't think
That you can't stop by the bar
You haven't shown your face here since the bad news
Well I'm here till close, with fingers crossed
Each night cause your place isn't far

And hours pass, and hours pass, yeah, yeah...

Yeah, yeah, she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised, bruised, bruised

So... does this bite mark show too much while in my swimsuit? Or am I just too sensitive of how much boob I’m showing the pool?

Moochienanu said:

So... does this bite mark show too much while in my swimsuit? Or am I just too sensitive of how much boob I’m showing the pool?

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YOU can see it a little, not bad. I don't think anyone will notice with those beauties !!!!

AlliaPotestas said:

I am sat on my hotel bed reading that aloud... your words take on more power when read aloud, you really are a glorious creature,

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your hands are beautiful, just like the rest of you.

Moochienanu said:

So... does this bite mark show too much while in my swimsuit? Or am I just too sensitive of how much boob I’m showing the pool?

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2078611&stc=1&d=1567018868

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Hardly noticeable, but for you a perfect reminder of your re union

There is something
About stepping up to the mic
Holding it tight,
And singing my brain into submission.

I feel it when,
For some reason,
I can’t make it out to sing and I need to
Because the negativity builds
Inside me
And has no escape mechanism.

When I sing my first song of a night,
I am always so nervous
Which seems odd for someone like me,
Who sings weekly in front of people.

I can feel it in my voice,
The shakiness of nerves,
And I hang on to the mic
With clutched, white knuckles,
Like it is the life ring
That will keep me floating
As I tread through it as best I can.

Then I let go.

By the end of that first song,
I start feeling my toes
Touch the bottom
And I am able to do anything
And sing anything...
So I do.



^ the outfit I wore out tonight - one I am quite fond of.

Moochienanu said:

There is something

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^ the outfit I wore out tonight - one I am quite fond of.

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It's terribly cute. Even more enchanting than your ensemble are your words.

I always like a cute girl who can let loose and sing, especially in a cute outfit with a hidden bite mark.

Or am I just too sensitive of how much boob I’m showing the pool?

I thought you were a lady that cares little what people say. IMHO any boob you show is greatly appreciated.

When I sing my first song of a night,
I am always so nervous

Even the best of singers feel the nerves, I am glad you overcome them.

counting the straps, is that three separate top garments you are wearing, have to agree, it's a nice combination.

ohverbatum7 said:

Or am I just too sensitive of how much boob I’m showing the pool?

I thought you were a lady that cares little what people say. IMHO any boob you show is greatly appreciated.

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well... perhaps part of my self-consciousness with this particular situation was three-fold:

1. I was at the pool for preschool swim.
2. This is a new suit and the first time I was getting submerged completely in it... didn’t realize just how much stretch would occur in the straps until it was already happening.
3. My husband may have given an off hand remark on my way out the door about it being a “revealing” suit and that was before it was wet and less supportive.

Moochienanu said:

well... perhaps part of my self-consciousness with this particular situation was three-fold:

1. I was at the pool for preschool swim.
2. This is a new suit and the first time I was getting submerged completely in it... didn’t realize just how much stretch would occur in the straps until it was already happening.
3. My husband may have given an off hand remark on my way out the door about it being a “revealing” suit and that was before it was wet and less supportive.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2078696&stc=1&d=1567091801

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That’s the problem with some swimming costumes, they hold too much water and stretch a lot, not that I mind at all of course. When I used to assist in the school therapy pool, most female teachers wore a t shirt over the costume to cover either bigger boobies or tums. I had to wear a tight pair of trunks under my swim shorts to hide my stiffness from the kids, caused by being surrounded by half naked female staff. As it was a therapy pool the water and air temperature are higher than normal pools.

Coated in bricks and shadow
Tiny orange lights
Burning brighter with indrawn breath,
Dappling the darkness
Like new, dim stars
Obscured by smoke instead of clouds.

Nice swimsuit, and even when wet, could hardly be called indecent. Do you teach English? Would account for your beautifully flowing prose.

ohverbatum7 said:

Nice swimsuit, and even when wet, could hardly be called indecent. Do you teach English? Would account for your beautifully flowing prose.

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I have never taught a language... I fear my “flowing prose” would probably be torn apart by anyone with a professional proclivity for poetry. I only recently (within the last two years) found this ever-evolving need to put the proverbial pen to paper.
I like it.
A lot.

TANSTAAFL58 said:

What do Moochie's hands tell me?

Long, slender fingers. If you don't play the piano you should try. If you can't type like 60 words per minute, you could. Sinuous. You likely have a handshake firm enough for people to notice. That's a good thing. Limp hand shakes are like air kisses. Short nails. Intended for practicality; your fingers need to function. Your work requires that practicality. Dexterous. (I remember the video of you changing bars).

How'd I do?

(That was hard, because I used the accompanying photo from the original post, which featured your hands, but had a distraction...)

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I am going to answer this with my next bit of writing.

Moochienanu said:

well... perhaps part of my self-consciousness with this particular situation was three-fold:

1. I was at the pool for preschool swim.
2. This is a new suit and the first time I was getting submerged completely in it... didn’t realize just how much stretch would occur in the straps until it was already happening.
3. My husband may have given an off hand remark on my way out the door about it being a “revealing” suit and that was before it was wet and less supportive.

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That's a very cute swimsuit. I don't think it is showing to much even at a preschool swim lesson. It gives just a hint of how sexy all of us on lit know you are.

My hands

I find it compelling that
There is a way
My hands can move
Over so many wonderful things
In my life,
But how they aren’t actually
Beautiful themselves.

When we were younger,
My mother forced lessons
Upon my sisters and I,
And I would try
So hard to place my fingers
On those keys,
But this tiny things
Were never meant to reach octaves
On that instrument.

I found keys that better suited my ears
And talents
In junior high.



A while after finding
My stride with musical keys,
I found one with a board filled with letters.
I enjoy the blank,
Open space between each distinct
Click clack,
And love when it sounds
Like the tap dancer will never stop
Moving their feet.



The cracked cuticles,
Short nails,
Dry callouses,
Small scars:
all left-overs from the practical work
My hands do
for the comfort of the people I touch.

That is where my hands show their strength:
In doing things firmly.



And yes,
I can be firm
While still being
The demur Kitten.