My conscience says I hate to shave and I like to be called Jesus. I do draw the line at Christ, however.
Amazing how long hair and beards are so common here where I live -- men of all ages.
CC
the issue of whether beards are acceptable or not is addressed in the september 2016 watchtower - well sort of.
it is as clear as mud as to whether they are allowed in places like australia, usa and britain.. 17. what are some factors that may affect whether a brother wears a beard?17 what about the propriety of brothers wearing a beard?
the mosaic law required men to wear a beard.
My conscience says I hate to shave and I like to be called Jesus. I do draw the line at Christ, however.
Amazing how long hair and beards are so common here where I live -- men of all ages.
CC
truly, i had wished for more .
so very much more.. our love, so i believed, was beyond time and death.
your promise of true love allowed this little man to soldier on despite his every reason to bid the world goodbye.. have i set my sights too high?
Thank you, LV101 and SafeAtHome:
I appreciate your response and the assurance that my little fact-based tales do resonate with someone. Whatever you have suffered personally, I do regret and offer my condolences. Since I have let others down, causing pain, I can be understanding and forgiving when I have been the recipient of unbearable hurt.
Yes, life goes on and we recover -- sort of! I, too, am in a good place now, although certainly not a perfect place.
Blessings and love to you both.
CoCo
BTW: I have "Sleepless" and have watched it many times. Some movies strike a responsive chord and can be viewed over and over.
dear friends,.
one of my greatest enjoyments is a daily walk.
i see things in far greater detail than when i am driving by.
Greetings, dubstepped:
Please, feel free to overwhelm us with the beauty of your small world! I am pleased that you are pleased at having found this thread. Your descriptive writing has me right there in your own neighborhood. BEAUTIFUL!
Although my world is somewhat larger than what you have described (I live in a gated community, located near a mountain range in California, U.S.A.), I sometimes feel closed in since travel beyond is limited. Nevertheless, I think and imagine "big," which allows my armchair travels or those out on the safe streets here to be rather expansive.
Many thanks.
CoCo
dear friends,.
one of my greatest enjoyments is a daily walk.
i see things in far greater detail than when i am driving by.
truly, i had wished for more .
so very much more.. our love, so i believed, was beyond time and death.
your promise of true love allowed this little man to soldier on despite his every reason to bid the world goodbye.. have i set my sights too high?
Dear LifesNotOver:
I am very grateful for your response and that you found us. I returned from a two-hour walk, trying to get my head on straight. I had to get away from the computer and my veiled cries for attention. OH, I'm all right. Poetry is a release, but I get discouraged when my heartfelt words seem unnoticed. Of course, I know better, and you have confirmed that my "pen to paper" has not been in vain.
I truly understand where you are coming from. My mate was strong and competent, I was not. However, our being poles apart emotionally became an unfathomable breach. Such words as I have written were ever at the front -- my entire life -- yet my Mediterranean self was too unpredictable, too explosive for a stable relationship. My point being, I'm glad I was here this morning for you when I myself was about to give up. May you find happiness with your flawed but worthy man.
Well, I've "given up" so many times, but here I remain! I shall continue to write.
THANK YOU!
Blessings and peace and love,
CoCo
she captivates this tired and lonely man, holding him tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.
however much he pretends to resist, he willingly caves to her amatory attentions.
supernal love revives what was once declared dead and gloriously reawakens youth's cravings long ago gone dormant.. this man, of little worth and fashioned diminutive in body, is big in heart .
Thank you, Nancy Dear!
You're a lifesaver. Not so many years back there was interaction on mad poetry. Not so much anymore.
With gratitude.
CoCo
truly, i had wished for more .
so very much more.. our love, so i believed, was beyond time and death.
your promise of true love allowed this little man to soldier on despite his every reason to bid the world goodbye.. have i set my sights too high?
Truly, I had wished for more . . . so very much more.
Our love, so I believed, was beyond time and death. Your promise of true love allowed this little man to soldier on despite his every reason to bid the world goodbye.
Have I set my sights too high? I hold you dear, more so now than ever before. Yet, your inattention to my torn heart plunges me into a despair that has no boundaries. You once were attentive to my plaintive cry and offered succor that would heal my disquieting mood. Yes, ever at my side to console and to lift from the fathomless pit.
There is no question that I am needy, that I do admit. Surely, it pains me that I am a weak and ignoble excuse of a man. Nonetheless, we were a perfect match: you, the strong and giving, I the devoted and worshipful.
Where have you gone?
she captivates this tired and lonely man, holding him tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.
however much he pretends to resist, he willingly caves to her amatory attentions.
supernal love revives what was once declared dead and gloriously reawakens youth's cravings long ago gone dormant.. this man, of little worth and fashioned diminutive in body, is big in heart .
Weary, weary my poor heart is, that none should care to cross my path.
Though my youth would declaim such a sorry state, this tired, old man
has little else to say . . .
she captivates this tired and lonely man, holding him tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.
however much he pretends to resist, he willingly caves to her amatory attentions.
supernal love revives what was once declared dead and gloriously reawakens youth's cravings long ago gone dormant.. this man, of little worth and fashioned diminutive in body, is big in heart .
You whispered in my ear that ne'er would you leave me.
But, truth be told, you died -- you died and flew away when I could not stand alone, nor take a step, unless first you should offer a shoulder upon which to cry.
Then, and only then, would I be free to take that path less traveled. Now I tread that lonely road, but alone.
Your promise to love forever buoyed my spirits, kept my sinking heart afloat.
You did not lie and break a solemn oath -- you simply departed this pain-filled orb and went your way to another land.
Does love reign eternal where now you are?
Do promises, though long ago made, still hold their worth?
i had one lovebombing when she died by the congregation and since then---- nada.
lol.
Sorry for your loss, Minimus, and for the lack of attention. It can be bewildering.
Peace and blessings.
CoCo