Steven Hunley
07-23-2013, 06:31 PM
Plenty of Fish
Dragon-Inside Meets Bob-White
The Beginning:
DragoninSide6/9/2013 2:33:42 PM
I always thought Bob Whites were only found in the East. :)
Bob-white6/9/2013 5:33:05 PM Flag Message
I think you're right about that. It may be why my real name is Steven. Just wrote out final progress reports for 5 kids that I tutored. Forgot the sixth, and have to do it tomorrow. I have so much sympathy for a teacher with so many kids! You understand, I'm sure.
Best wishes,
Steven
DragoninSide6/9/2013 5:45:42 PM
Well Steven, I guess that's what I get for trying to be cute with you name. What do you tutor (children I assume) but what subjects. At least I don't have to write all of the report cards. I put in assignments, tests etc. and then the scores. The computer died the rest. The district prints out the reports.
How long have you been on POF? Any luck?
Bob-white6/9/2013 6:46:37 PM Flag Message
Only language arts and math. (my math is rotten) The grades have been 4th through 9th, though I had an eleventh grader for a few day. It's SES funded.
The site, about two months. No luck yet. I have a secondary single subject credential in English, with authorizations in crafts and photography. What do you teach?
Steven
DragoninSide6/9/2013 7:01:55 PM
Cool. I teach have Single subject credential in Spanish with supplementary authorization in English. So, I teach both languages. My math is rotten also! Lol This year I am only teaching Spanish. Ha ha supposedly! Most of the kids think they know enough so have minimal interest. I won't get started on my disgruntled teacher tirade.
Bob-white6/9/2013 7:11:33 PM Flag Message
I have one for you though. Where I tutor they give them an android tablet computer. 25 five hours and it's theirs, no matter how rotten they do. I want one!!!
I taught ESL for a year at Compton High School. But enough of school. How long have you been on the site? Any luck yet for you? I've been trying to learn how to write by reading the old masters. If I read Hemingway, my stuff gets short and with declarative sentences. If I read Fitzgerald it gets elegant and sophisticated. I have to watch what I read when I'm in the middle of a piece to keep it consistent!
Steven
p.s. what's the last thing you did for fun? Whatever it was for me, it was so long ago I forgot.
DragoninSide6/9/2013 7:39:46 PM
It sounds like we have some.t hings in common. I would
love an Android tablet! Wow only 25 hours. My daughter teaches in Compton so I know somethings about it. :)
Ok fun Hmm not grading papers....I guess going to the movies is the most recent fun thing. I'm enjoying watching game of thrones. How about you? Oh I've been on here since January.
Bob-white6/9/2013 7:59:14 PM Flag Message
Compton, what a district. I've heard of it, saw the ads on billboards. (game of thrones) I've been on the site since March.
You do something to get attention, try to be different. (my page reeks of attention -getting) and you get too much attention. That's what I learned as a writer, you get it, then you have to figure out what to do with it.
Funny when I think about it. I have absolutely no idea what other men put on their bios. After all, why would I be interested? I literally can't remember what I did last for fun. Most likely went to Signal Hill and flew kites with my grandkids. Real studly activity. That's me, Buffalo Studly Professional Kite-Flyer.
DragoninSide6/9/2013 8:49:27 PM
Kites with grand kids sounds great. My grandson will be 18 on 6/22/13 one day after he graduates from high school. My daughter, his mother is 42 and my son is 23. When I said we had things in common, i forgot mention anything more than what we can read in our messages. I also love to write. I identified with your comments about the authors. I like to write poems and stories. i haven't tried to get published. Every once in a while, my brain explodes with an idea and I write. I have scattered ideas and notes books going back for several years. I write in Spanish also. I have considered looking into some type of translating for pay. A funny thing hit me as I was about to answer you last note. I realized that I had even read your profile. I always read them! This a compliment to you I suppose. I saw you picture in the thinking pose, fist on face and was drawn in. Then I noticed your name and just fired off my silly remark about Bob White.
I just read it and it is quite intriguing. I especially like the way you describe the first date...and second.
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:15:25 PM Flag Message
I suppose I turned the romance button on in that one. I have a theory and developed it after reading about Paul Gauguin. He left his home and family and a seat on the Paris stock exchange to look for somewhere to paint. When you see his works you see crazy colors that somehow he's managed to harmonize. I think he painted because it was the only portion of his life he had control of. It was perfect and in harmony. I write to make a world that has happy endings. Every bit of dialogue is thought out and considered, every detail re-written and revised, and perfect. We all want order any way we can make it. Gee whiz, I'm getting all philosophical here! That's so typically not me! If you have anything in English, I'd like to see it. I'll search for something you'll like, something romantic, and something a teacher can relate too, and cut and paste it to the next note if it's not too long.
Steven
p.s. sorry if I got a bit philosophical there!
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:25:39 PM Flag Message
This is risky writing!
or Come Shine http://youtu.be/XqECFy_qzkM
Come Rain or Come Shine
By Steven ******
More strange than true...
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact.’ ---Theseus—Midsummer’s Night Dream
In a cabin outside Aspen a roaring fireplace takes center stage. The foreground is littered with throw-pillows, earrings scattered willy-nilly, and champagne corks once shot ceiling-high now lie like funny-shaped soldiers asleep on the floor. A painting, oil on canvas, reveals a nude woman. It’s The Robing of the Bride by Man Ernst, circa 1939, with highlights and shadows in just the right places. Peggy Guggenheim gave it to our couple when they stayed at her palazzo in Venice. A green demonic Tangata Manu, or bird-man, serves his new queen and is holding a broken spear.Glistening snow on blue mountain peaks surround the cabin like an ancient unfurled backdrop complete with wrinkles. Under that, nothing but ragged green tree lines in every direction, made of rugged white granite cleaved with blue foaming waterfalls, falling, forever falling, into calm limpid pools. Our couple likes it that way. Romantic is their singular flavor. She got the risqué mouth. He got the slicked-back hair. She got the turquoise eyes, he got the coconut pair. He got handsome. She got style. They got everything…like a child. He owns the moves that let her know what he wants. It’s her, only her, and that’s what counts. Since each one is the other’s wonder. Somerset Maugham wants to do a piece on their “relationship.” Man-Woman kind of thing. Figures he’ll do a novel, “Of Human Bonding” or something like that, kind of a sequel with a happy ending. Decides to make the setting someplace exotic, Tahiti or the Marquesas for certain. He needs to smoke a sophisticated cigarette and think about it while reviewing galleys from his publisher.He, brash and hopeful, determined, out of his mind in love, meets her due to their messages crossing accidentally in space, on their way to the Hughes satellite, never expecting an outcome like this. Then the dreamer awakens. Her reality tastes sweeter than his wildest sugary dreams. She, apprehensive at first, with no hope for their future, changes her outlook entirely. And why not? She’s a hopeless romantic at heart. She’s a work in progress who’s a work of art. Like the Beatles once sang, she’s a woman. Synchronicity plays its part with dragonflies and coincidences, hinting that nature has a hand in their meeting.
The importance of symbols does not escape our fearless duo, no more than they escaped Gauguin. Paul knew what it meant to be “savage”. Maupassant insists they eat a croissant in his presence. Wants to see them place pieces of warm white dough in each other’s mouths with pale well-formed fingers. Wants to get all sentimental about it in a markedly French sort of way. Can’t wait to watch them play “in like lightning-out like a comet,” like the course of his literary life.
Billie Holiday singing Come Rain or Come Shine in the background. Old recordings sound good, even with scratches, especially when they match the weather. Raindrops provide soft counterpoint to the music of her fire-engine red nails tapping on a crystal cosmic watch face. The harsh cold and wet outside are tempered by the fireplace and each of our lover’s attitudes. Feeling close was never a problem with these two. They own the patent on snuggling. Only they made snuggling Chic, and brought it back into fashion. We mere mortals who once cursed the cold thank them profusely. Nice and cozy like. An auspicious occasion for sure. The indicators are indicating like crazy. Size small black lacy negligee tossed with reckless abandon on the red Persian carpet. His belt wound like a cobra in the same place. Small t
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:25:56 PM
You can send to email if you like. Sometimes it's easier.to communicate there especially at school during lunch or something since everything is blocked.
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:28:56 PM Flag Message
Here's the rest-evidently it doesn't allow for too many words:
Nice and cozy like. An auspicious occasion for sure. The indicators are indicating like crazy. Size small black lacy negligee tossed with reckless abandon on the red Persian carpet. His belt wound like a cobra in the same place. Small tins of glimmering tea candles dance around the rim of the bathtub. Her special oil with the cap that opens with SNAP results in hair pins lost in couch cushions. No respect for undergarments, it’s a literary tradition. Oberon is accused of ripping off Titania’s undergarments, and later, after his passion was satisfied, felt remorse, and replaced them with silver lacy spider webs, woven by the goddess Arachnid, on the occasion of her deflowering. The reason our couple gets on so well is that he lets her be herself, whispering one magic night, across a perfumed pillow, her shell-like ear just a breath away,“Be as thou was wont to be. See as thou was wont to see.”—Oberon She’d always wanted someone she could trust.
He always hoped to find some understanding, so…A cell phone accidently left on vibrate falls off the edge of the bed. Thank God for stainless steel. Hemingway drops by to return fishing tackle. Says he caught a big one but sharks got to it first. Ate it like hungry hyenas he shot in Africa while on safari in the Heart of Darkness. Papa is real Conrad. He invites them to get drunk, take a train to Pamplona to run like crazy in front of angry bulls. Insists they wear red berets. Wants them to meet Mary and have a Marguerita while he types away at his wooden desk with his sleeves rolled up, continuing an endless safari to find the proper words for his magic scribbles. You know Papa. All good readers know Papa.
When our man regards his woman’s throat, sculpted white Carrera marble, it gives him the notion to cover every inch of her with baby kisses. He understands, that unlike the Venus de Milo, her pleasured hands will soon respond in kind. When our woman regards her man, she takes his immediate measure to see how he will stand up under pressure, only to sigh when she calculates the results on her exquisite physique. Steinbeck has invited them over next week for a glass of California wine. They make good company and therefore good copy. Besides, they’re Californianos too. The winter cabin outside Aspen is only a love nest, not their permanent home. That’s up on the untamed Pacific coast, tucked away in California. Gotta keep things in the family, that’s what John figures. New writers owe old writers plenty. It’s a reciprocal thing. Only one thing on our couple’s minds, pleasuring each-other in every way possible. Time to get animal.
Uh-oh, watch out. I feel like I’m drifting into dangerous waters here. Maybe I should drop anchor.
I’d write more, but then it would get all erotic-like and much too full of fun to be taken as “serious literature.” I can’t do that. If I do, in a hundred years this piece of work will never be in high-school textbooks. That’s what I want, my place in the sun, Come Rain or Come Shine. I wanna end up in a ratty old textbook full of hastily scribbled phone-numbers and crude nasty drawings, with ripped-out pages, dog-eared and neglected remnants left over when students didn’t want to read aloud in class. “Mr. Hunley, I can’t read aloud today, my page is missing.”
Musty, dusty, torn and frayed, smelling like an old text book, on the splintered back shelf of the school library, waiting my turn to be-recycled. That’s how I want it. So play it careful, that’s what I have to do. I gotta stop here.
It seems such a shame. Seriously, it bothers me more than you. But you’ll get over it if you have any imagination. You can always fix it.
The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. –These
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:33:22 PM
Ok I need to go take a cold shower!
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:35:43 PM Flag Message
It still didn't do it. It doesn't do too many words, but I will e-mail I have your address and mine is
Here's the end:
It seems such a shame. Seriously, it bothers me more than you. But you’ll get over it if you have any imagination. You can always fix it.
The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. –Theseus After all- I didn’t want to offend, and neither did my friends.
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear. –Puck, and me too. Sorry, I got no manners.
© 2011 Steven Hunley with the help of Bill Shakespeare.
It seems such a shame. Seriously, it bothers me more than you. But you’ll get over it if you have any imagination. You can always fix it. I suppose it did lead you on a bit, it was kind of a tease. Remember it's the world's most romantic couple! LOL.
Steven
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:36:15 PM
Very sensual ...expressive... sounds like you know a woman's mind....at least mine ..The being comfortable to be yourself
I love the stuffing of warm dough in each other’s mouths
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:43:19 PM
Lol love it!. Thank you for letting me read it.
I went to Pamplona to see the bulls run..I got the red beret and red scarf.
The one teeny thing might fit better is a pitcher of Sangría instead of Margarita.
That's the had over there when I was there ..Sangría..when I got back I made every night for a month afterwards
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:45:34 PM
I went for a month and got college credits. For Whom the Bell Tolls was our major text.
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:48:10 PM Flag Message
I love Maupassant, he's about the only French author I've read beside Dumas. So happy you liked it. I like writing about the dynamics between men and women. It's endless in its complexities.
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:49:20 PM
Yes it certainly is.
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:51:37 PM Flag Message
OMG you actually ran with the bulls! I'm soo jealous. Ever since I saw The Sun Also Rises with Tyrone Power and Errol Flynn and Ava Gardner. Been to Barcelona around 1972. They were like drunk mad bulls on the street. Just won the Euro cup. Everyone seemed to talk with a lisp. Phillip back in the day and all. Spaniard in the Works by John Lennon and all.
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:54:07 PM Flag Message
Oh, I WILL change that to Sangria too. I don't drink much but love the taste of it.
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:56:48 PM
I was there in 1978....I didn't get to run. It was the only year it was ever cancelled. I was crushed (disappointed) There was a Basque Riot over the shooting of a protester. I tried to take pictures of where they were supposed to run...I was instantly surrounded by 4 Guardian Civil pointing machine guns at me!
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:59:55 PM
Oh good The book I screwdriver up the title I knew it didn't sound right..It was the Sun Also Rises Michener right? I think the other one is Hemmingway. I don't know...memory is going
DragoninSide6/9/2013 11:02:54 PM
I think I'd better hit the hay...I've got to get up early. It's been nice getting to know you a little bit. .an enjoyable way to spend some time. I hope to talk more with you.
Sherri
DragoninSide6/9/2013 11:03:35 PM
Why is your screen name Bob White? Lol
DragoninSide6/9/2013 11:06:42 PM
Pleasant dreams
Bob-white6/9/2013 11:07:43 PMFlag Message
They're both Hemingway the Sun Also Rises and For Whom the Bell Tolls. Both made into movies too. Igrid Bergman and Gary Cooper in For Whom the Bell Tolls, all very romantic.
Well Kiddo, I have to get up and drop off paperwork tomorrow morning, the last of it.
I want you to go to sleep and let your imagination run wild, and all the time knowing I'm going to text you an e-mail tomorrow with a message and a photo. I could be a song or a picture or a note or all three. Think of me when you close your eyes and fall into a sensuous slumber.
Gee, am I flirting or what?
Sweet dreams,
Steven
DragoninSide6/9/2013 11:10:15 PM
Sweet way to drift away to a place where imaginatiion can become reality.
Bob-white6/10/2013 2:49:50 PM Flag Message
Sherri,
I went to refer to your e-mail address, and that message was gone! I was going to send you a short story and a song and a picture all in one. If you give it to me again, I'll send it.
Hope you're having a good day at work.
Steven
DragoninSide6/10/2013 3:57:49 PM
I sent you an email earlier.
Bob-white6/12/2013 9:09:04 PM Flag Message
Sherri,,
Sent you an e-mail but did not get your poetry! Not one word. Send it again, will ya?
Steven
DragoninSide6/12/2013 9:19:18 PM
Ok.
DragoninSide6/12/2013 10:52:26 PM I sent it again
DragoninSide6/16/2013 12:03:46 PM
Happy Father's Day
Bob-white6/16/2013 1:36:15 PM Flag Message
Thank you, the kids just called and said they're coming over. The grandkids too. It should be nice, as I don't see them that often. Have a good day off yourself!
DragoninSide6/16/2013 1:37:05 PM
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DragoninSide6/16/2013 1:52:07 PM
I sent an email earlier I actually feel bad being on here. It is not fresh. It seems so stale & predictable. I am almost afraid to say this, but I feel a guilty conscience even checking mail on here because i only want to hear from you. And worse I feel a twinge of jealousy wondering who you are talking to. Do you feel that?
Bob-white6/16/2013 2:05:25 PM Flag Message
I'm not talking to anyone, or even checking for messages. Lord knows I get plenty of those. Too much word-game I guess. I was going back here to look at your picture. So rest easy.
DragoninSide6/16/2013 2:11:53 PM
I cut off mail with 2 would be suitors and took a peek at your pic too. I’ll send one in the email
I feel like a silly teen :)
Bob-white6/16/2013 2:21:37 PM Flag Message
Sherri, you are as fresh as any teenager out there. Oh, do send a picture by e-mail.
The End.
Dragon-Inside Meets Bob-White
The Beginning:
DragoninSide6/9/2013 2:33:42 PM
I always thought Bob Whites were only found in the East. :)
Bob-white6/9/2013 5:33:05 PM Flag Message
I think you're right about that. It may be why my real name is Steven. Just wrote out final progress reports for 5 kids that I tutored. Forgot the sixth, and have to do it tomorrow. I have so much sympathy for a teacher with so many kids! You understand, I'm sure.
Best wishes,
Steven
DragoninSide6/9/2013 5:45:42 PM
Well Steven, I guess that's what I get for trying to be cute with you name. What do you tutor (children I assume) but what subjects. At least I don't have to write all of the report cards. I put in assignments, tests etc. and then the scores. The computer died the rest. The district prints out the reports.
How long have you been on POF? Any luck?
Bob-white6/9/2013 6:46:37 PM Flag Message
Only language arts and math. (my math is rotten) The grades have been 4th through 9th, though I had an eleventh grader for a few day. It's SES funded.
The site, about two months. No luck yet. I have a secondary single subject credential in English, with authorizations in crafts and photography. What do you teach?
Steven
DragoninSide6/9/2013 7:01:55 PM
Cool. I teach have Single subject credential in Spanish with supplementary authorization in English. So, I teach both languages. My math is rotten also! Lol This year I am only teaching Spanish. Ha ha supposedly! Most of the kids think they know enough so have minimal interest. I won't get started on my disgruntled teacher tirade.
Bob-white6/9/2013 7:11:33 PM Flag Message
I have one for you though. Where I tutor they give them an android tablet computer. 25 five hours and it's theirs, no matter how rotten they do. I want one!!!
I taught ESL for a year at Compton High School. But enough of school. How long have you been on the site? Any luck yet for you? I've been trying to learn how to write by reading the old masters. If I read Hemingway, my stuff gets short and with declarative sentences. If I read Fitzgerald it gets elegant and sophisticated. I have to watch what I read when I'm in the middle of a piece to keep it consistent!
Steven
p.s. what's the last thing you did for fun? Whatever it was for me, it was so long ago I forgot.
DragoninSide6/9/2013 7:39:46 PM
It sounds like we have some.t hings in common. I would
love an Android tablet! Wow only 25 hours. My daughter teaches in Compton so I know somethings about it. :)
Ok fun Hmm not grading papers....I guess going to the movies is the most recent fun thing. I'm enjoying watching game of thrones. How about you? Oh I've been on here since January.
Bob-white6/9/2013 7:59:14 PM Flag Message
Compton, what a district. I've heard of it, saw the ads on billboards. (game of thrones) I've been on the site since March.
You do something to get attention, try to be different. (my page reeks of attention -getting) and you get too much attention. That's what I learned as a writer, you get it, then you have to figure out what to do with it.
Funny when I think about it. I have absolutely no idea what other men put on their bios. After all, why would I be interested? I literally can't remember what I did last for fun. Most likely went to Signal Hill and flew kites with my grandkids. Real studly activity. That's me, Buffalo Studly Professional Kite-Flyer.
DragoninSide6/9/2013 8:49:27 PM
Kites with grand kids sounds great. My grandson will be 18 on 6/22/13 one day after he graduates from high school. My daughter, his mother is 42 and my son is 23. When I said we had things in common, i forgot mention anything more than what we can read in our messages. I also love to write. I identified with your comments about the authors. I like to write poems and stories. i haven't tried to get published. Every once in a while, my brain explodes with an idea and I write. I have scattered ideas and notes books going back for several years. I write in Spanish also. I have considered looking into some type of translating for pay. A funny thing hit me as I was about to answer you last note. I realized that I had even read your profile. I always read them! This a compliment to you I suppose. I saw you picture in the thinking pose, fist on face and was drawn in. Then I noticed your name and just fired off my silly remark about Bob White.
I just read it and it is quite intriguing. I especially like the way you describe the first date...and second.
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:15:25 PM Flag Message
I suppose I turned the romance button on in that one. I have a theory and developed it after reading about Paul Gauguin. He left his home and family and a seat on the Paris stock exchange to look for somewhere to paint. When you see his works you see crazy colors that somehow he's managed to harmonize. I think he painted because it was the only portion of his life he had control of. It was perfect and in harmony. I write to make a world that has happy endings. Every bit of dialogue is thought out and considered, every detail re-written and revised, and perfect. We all want order any way we can make it. Gee whiz, I'm getting all philosophical here! That's so typically not me! If you have anything in English, I'd like to see it. I'll search for something you'll like, something romantic, and something a teacher can relate too, and cut and paste it to the next note if it's not too long.
Steven
p.s. sorry if I got a bit philosophical there!
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:25:39 PM Flag Message
This is risky writing!
or Come Shine http://youtu.be/XqECFy_qzkM
Come Rain or Come Shine
By Steven ******
More strange than true...
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact.’ ---Theseus—Midsummer’s Night Dream
In a cabin outside Aspen a roaring fireplace takes center stage. The foreground is littered with throw-pillows, earrings scattered willy-nilly, and champagne corks once shot ceiling-high now lie like funny-shaped soldiers asleep on the floor. A painting, oil on canvas, reveals a nude woman. It’s The Robing of the Bride by Man Ernst, circa 1939, with highlights and shadows in just the right places. Peggy Guggenheim gave it to our couple when they stayed at her palazzo in Venice. A green demonic Tangata Manu, or bird-man, serves his new queen and is holding a broken spear.Glistening snow on blue mountain peaks surround the cabin like an ancient unfurled backdrop complete with wrinkles. Under that, nothing but ragged green tree lines in every direction, made of rugged white granite cleaved with blue foaming waterfalls, falling, forever falling, into calm limpid pools. Our couple likes it that way. Romantic is their singular flavor. She got the risqué mouth. He got the slicked-back hair. She got the turquoise eyes, he got the coconut pair. He got handsome. She got style. They got everything…like a child. He owns the moves that let her know what he wants. It’s her, only her, and that’s what counts. Since each one is the other’s wonder. Somerset Maugham wants to do a piece on their “relationship.” Man-Woman kind of thing. Figures he’ll do a novel, “Of Human Bonding” or something like that, kind of a sequel with a happy ending. Decides to make the setting someplace exotic, Tahiti or the Marquesas for certain. He needs to smoke a sophisticated cigarette and think about it while reviewing galleys from his publisher.He, brash and hopeful, determined, out of his mind in love, meets her due to their messages crossing accidentally in space, on their way to the Hughes satellite, never expecting an outcome like this. Then the dreamer awakens. Her reality tastes sweeter than his wildest sugary dreams. She, apprehensive at first, with no hope for their future, changes her outlook entirely. And why not? She’s a hopeless romantic at heart. She’s a work in progress who’s a work of art. Like the Beatles once sang, she’s a woman. Synchronicity plays its part with dragonflies and coincidences, hinting that nature has a hand in their meeting.
The importance of symbols does not escape our fearless duo, no more than they escaped Gauguin. Paul knew what it meant to be “savage”. Maupassant insists they eat a croissant in his presence. Wants to see them place pieces of warm white dough in each other’s mouths with pale well-formed fingers. Wants to get all sentimental about it in a markedly French sort of way. Can’t wait to watch them play “in like lightning-out like a comet,” like the course of his literary life.
Billie Holiday singing Come Rain or Come Shine in the background. Old recordings sound good, even with scratches, especially when they match the weather. Raindrops provide soft counterpoint to the music of her fire-engine red nails tapping on a crystal cosmic watch face. The harsh cold and wet outside are tempered by the fireplace and each of our lover’s attitudes. Feeling close was never a problem with these two. They own the patent on snuggling. Only they made snuggling Chic, and brought it back into fashion. We mere mortals who once cursed the cold thank them profusely. Nice and cozy like. An auspicious occasion for sure. The indicators are indicating like crazy. Size small black lacy negligee tossed with reckless abandon on the red Persian carpet. His belt wound like a cobra in the same place. Small t
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:25:56 PM
You can send to email if you like. Sometimes it's easier.to communicate there especially at school during lunch or something since everything is blocked.
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:28:56 PM Flag Message
Here's the rest-evidently it doesn't allow for too many words:
Nice and cozy like. An auspicious occasion for sure. The indicators are indicating like crazy. Size small black lacy negligee tossed with reckless abandon on the red Persian carpet. His belt wound like a cobra in the same place. Small tins of glimmering tea candles dance around the rim of the bathtub. Her special oil with the cap that opens with SNAP results in hair pins lost in couch cushions. No respect for undergarments, it’s a literary tradition. Oberon is accused of ripping off Titania’s undergarments, and later, after his passion was satisfied, felt remorse, and replaced them with silver lacy spider webs, woven by the goddess Arachnid, on the occasion of her deflowering. The reason our couple gets on so well is that he lets her be herself, whispering one magic night, across a perfumed pillow, her shell-like ear just a breath away,“Be as thou was wont to be. See as thou was wont to see.”—Oberon She’d always wanted someone she could trust.
He always hoped to find some understanding, so…A cell phone accidently left on vibrate falls off the edge of the bed. Thank God for stainless steel. Hemingway drops by to return fishing tackle. Says he caught a big one but sharks got to it first. Ate it like hungry hyenas he shot in Africa while on safari in the Heart of Darkness. Papa is real Conrad. He invites them to get drunk, take a train to Pamplona to run like crazy in front of angry bulls. Insists they wear red berets. Wants them to meet Mary and have a Marguerita while he types away at his wooden desk with his sleeves rolled up, continuing an endless safari to find the proper words for his magic scribbles. You know Papa. All good readers know Papa.
When our man regards his woman’s throat, sculpted white Carrera marble, it gives him the notion to cover every inch of her with baby kisses. He understands, that unlike the Venus de Milo, her pleasured hands will soon respond in kind. When our woman regards her man, she takes his immediate measure to see how he will stand up under pressure, only to sigh when she calculates the results on her exquisite physique. Steinbeck has invited them over next week for a glass of California wine. They make good company and therefore good copy. Besides, they’re Californianos too. The winter cabin outside Aspen is only a love nest, not their permanent home. That’s up on the untamed Pacific coast, tucked away in California. Gotta keep things in the family, that’s what John figures. New writers owe old writers plenty. It’s a reciprocal thing. Only one thing on our couple’s minds, pleasuring each-other in every way possible. Time to get animal.
Uh-oh, watch out. I feel like I’m drifting into dangerous waters here. Maybe I should drop anchor.
I’d write more, but then it would get all erotic-like and much too full of fun to be taken as “serious literature.” I can’t do that. If I do, in a hundred years this piece of work will never be in high-school textbooks. That’s what I want, my place in the sun, Come Rain or Come Shine. I wanna end up in a ratty old textbook full of hastily scribbled phone-numbers and crude nasty drawings, with ripped-out pages, dog-eared and neglected remnants left over when students didn’t want to read aloud in class. “Mr. Hunley, I can’t read aloud today, my page is missing.”
Musty, dusty, torn and frayed, smelling like an old text book, on the splintered back shelf of the school library, waiting my turn to be-recycled. That’s how I want it. So play it careful, that’s what I have to do. I gotta stop here.
It seems such a shame. Seriously, it bothers me more than you. But you’ll get over it if you have any imagination. You can always fix it.
The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. –These
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:33:22 PM
Ok I need to go take a cold shower!
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:35:43 PM Flag Message
It still didn't do it. It doesn't do too many words, but I will e-mail I have your address and mine is
Here's the end:
It seems such a shame. Seriously, it bothers me more than you. But you’ll get over it if you have any imagination. You can always fix it.
The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. –Theseus After all- I didn’t want to offend, and neither did my friends.
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear. –Puck, and me too. Sorry, I got no manners.
© 2011 Steven Hunley with the help of Bill Shakespeare.
It seems such a shame. Seriously, it bothers me more than you. But you’ll get over it if you have any imagination. You can always fix it. I suppose it did lead you on a bit, it was kind of a tease. Remember it's the world's most romantic couple! LOL.
Steven
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:36:15 PM
Very sensual ...expressive... sounds like you know a woman's mind....at least mine ..The being comfortable to be yourself
I love the stuffing of warm dough in each other’s mouths
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:43:19 PM
Lol love it!. Thank you for letting me read it.
I went to Pamplona to see the bulls run..I got the red beret and red scarf.
The one teeny thing might fit better is a pitcher of Sangría instead of Margarita.
That's the had over there when I was there ..Sangría..when I got back I made every night for a month afterwards
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:45:34 PM
I went for a month and got college credits. For Whom the Bell Tolls was our major text.
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:48:10 PM Flag Message
I love Maupassant, he's about the only French author I've read beside Dumas. So happy you liked it. I like writing about the dynamics between men and women. It's endless in its complexities.
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:49:20 PM
Yes it certainly is.
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:51:37 PM Flag Message
OMG you actually ran with the bulls! I'm soo jealous. Ever since I saw The Sun Also Rises with Tyrone Power and Errol Flynn and Ava Gardner. Been to Barcelona around 1972. They were like drunk mad bulls on the street. Just won the Euro cup. Everyone seemed to talk with a lisp. Phillip back in the day and all. Spaniard in the Works by John Lennon and all.
Bob-white6/9/2013 10:54:07 PM Flag Message
Oh, I WILL change that to Sangria too. I don't drink much but love the taste of it.
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:56:48 PM
I was there in 1978....I didn't get to run. It was the only year it was ever cancelled. I was crushed (disappointed) There was a Basque Riot over the shooting of a protester. I tried to take pictures of where they were supposed to run...I was instantly surrounded by 4 Guardian Civil pointing machine guns at me!
DragoninSide6/9/2013 10:59:55 PM
Oh good The book I screwdriver up the title I knew it didn't sound right..It was the Sun Also Rises Michener right? I think the other one is Hemmingway. I don't know...memory is going
DragoninSide6/9/2013 11:02:54 PM
I think I'd better hit the hay...I've got to get up early. It's been nice getting to know you a little bit. .an enjoyable way to spend some time. I hope to talk more with you.
Sherri
DragoninSide6/9/2013 11:03:35 PM
Why is your screen name Bob White? Lol
DragoninSide6/9/2013 11:06:42 PM
Pleasant dreams
Bob-white6/9/2013 11:07:43 PMFlag Message
They're both Hemingway the Sun Also Rises and For Whom the Bell Tolls. Both made into movies too. Igrid Bergman and Gary Cooper in For Whom the Bell Tolls, all very romantic.
Well Kiddo, I have to get up and drop off paperwork tomorrow morning, the last of it.
I want you to go to sleep and let your imagination run wild, and all the time knowing I'm going to text you an e-mail tomorrow with a message and a photo. I could be a song or a picture or a note or all three. Think of me when you close your eyes and fall into a sensuous slumber.
Gee, am I flirting or what?
Sweet dreams,
Steven
DragoninSide6/9/2013 11:10:15 PM
Sweet way to drift away to a place where imaginatiion can become reality.
Bob-white6/10/2013 2:49:50 PM Flag Message
Sherri,
I went to refer to your e-mail address, and that message was gone! I was going to send you a short story and a song and a picture all in one. If you give it to me again, I'll send it.
Hope you're having a good day at work.
Steven
DragoninSide6/10/2013 3:57:49 PM
I sent you an email earlier.
Bob-white6/12/2013 9:09:04 PM Flag Message
Sherri,,
Sent you an e-mail but did not get your poetry! Not one word. Send it again, will ya?
Steven
DragoninSide6/12/2013 9:19:18 PM
Ok.
DragoninSide6/12/2013 10:52:26 PM I sent it again
DragoninSide6/16/2013 12:03:46 PM
Happy Father's Day
Bob-white6/16/2013 1:36:15 PM Flag Message
Thank you, the kids just called and said they're coming over. The grandkids too. It should be nice, as I don't see them that often. Have a good day off yourself!
DragoninSide6/16/2013 1:37:05 PM
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DragoninSide6/16/2013 1:52:07 PM
I sent an email earlier I actually feel bad being on here. It is not fresh. It seems so stale & predictable. I am almost afraid to say this, but I feel a guilty conscience even checking mail on here because i only want to hear from you. And worse I feel a twinge of jealousy wondering who you are talking to. Do you feel that?
Bob-white6/16/2013 2:05:25 PM Flag Message
I'm not talking to anyone, or even checking for messages. Lord knows I get plenty of those. Too much word-game I guess. I was going back here to look at your picture. So rest easy.
DragoninSide6/16/2013 2:11:53 PM
I cut off mail with 2 would be suitors and took a peek at your pic too. I’ll send one in the email
I feel like a silly teen :)
Bob-white6/16/2013 2:21:37 PM Flag Message
Sherri, you are as fresh as any teenager out there. Oh, do send a picture by e-mail.
The End.