Posted in Language, Poetry, Prose, Relationships

Lightning and Thunder, She Wore

El Relámpago
words that disguise
what she was
what she wore
what she wanted

Un Éclair
words that lure
words that entice
words that seduce
what she wanted from me

Et Lyn
words that enlighten
words that illuminate
words that equal the sun’s brightness
what she wanted when we made love

words that enrapture
words that endear
words that describe
what she wanted, not ending, never parting

Lightning and Thunder
she wore proudly, elegantly
seemingly the only other lover
I’d ever known,

The only other lover,
not having an equal
regardless of the language between us
the length of time, the whisper
her voice enthralling

Luring me into
her storm…..

Posted in Language, Prose

Bills vs Williams

Tired, I was

of too many Bills

making me long

for a Bob or Two,


I should be happy

that Bills were not Williams

and Bobs

were not Roberts, as well


Where there is a Will, there is

a way, but if

William, Robert and Richard were here

there would indeed,

be too many bills to pay……

Posted in Language, Prose, Relationships

Words are Power



the world




her feelings about me




the world, understanding


my longing







approaching her level,

of consciousness




our words, entwine



gasping for air, the last breath

the last distance


her words, my words

our words, together

as one,

words are power




Like love….





Posted in Canada, Language, Relationships

We’ve Got to Start Meeting Like This

“Wait a minute, isn’t that incorrect?”

she asked me in her best French.

I answered, probably in English, but with a slight Danish accent,

“Well, it should read, “We’ve Got to Stop Meeting Like This”, but you might not

understand, if you were thinking in French, with a French accent, that is”, but then

I realized that I didn’t understand what she said, not being able to understand French, with or without a French accent.

She crossed her eyes, and counted to 10. In French of course, using her best French accent, but thinking it in English.

“Are you meeting with me, or with her? Is she not meeting with you, or should I be jealous about that? If she really is your wife, does she understand French? Because I am about to lose my temper with you, and yell at you in any/every language that you do/don’t understand. Starting/stopping now!”

I’ve got to learn French someday, I thought to myself. I just hope it is kinder to me than those/the/a/other people might/seem to/perhaps will be to me.

and I thought that in English, with an English accent!

Posted in Language, Prose, Relationships

Praise Him!

That was the exercise in my “Idiots Guide to Learning German”.

Praise Him!

I needed to praise him in the Present, the Past, the Near Future, The Future Past, the Subjunctive Form, and its 2 Older Brothers, and their Aunt, no less.


Praise Her!

I now needed to use the Imperative form, the Perfect and the Imperfect, Praising her fine figure, and voluptuous curvy form, her luscious lips and the crazy, wild way that she looked at me!


Although, it seems that I had forgotten to use the correct Model Verbs, which made my conjugations incorrect, which made her mock me, and not want to make whoopee with me, which is why I have decided to leave learning languages to better men than myself….

But I still would like to praise her in all of the different grammatical forms……


Posted in Language, Prose, Relationships

Bunches of Words

Or bunches of Carrots

or patterns of what we say to each other,

dug out of the ground,


What more can we say

about the words between us?

I longed to put words into your mouth

but only, if watching you eat them

at the same time, I could


My words reflect your words,

even though, we use them differently,

and mincing them, and chopping off the ends

like the carrots that grow in my garden,

enrich the soil between us, anew


Take a bite, but not more than you can chew,

and not more than silence can say,

about the language that we share,

grammatically yours,


Wordless, I remain

Yours, alone…..

Posted in Humor, Language, Relationships


This might as well be called the F-word in your Guy Dictionary. I might finally be making that million Pesetas with an idea like that, if there were Pesetas, that is.

Guys need to watch out with words. Like I said about the L-word and the R-word, the F-word is just as dangerous to throw about.

It might be like, “Don’t you have any feelings at all?” Don’t worry about this question. This is just one of those parallel questions that don’t concern the L-word, not unless you are really into slinging around your vocabulary with the Big Boys?

The next one might sound like this, “I have Feelings for you”. Watch out. This is an obvious trap, as things seem to go. You might be telling someone, “No. I don’t fall for every girl, but sometimes I might have Feelings for them”. Note the use of “might” here. I like words that are more of a diffuse nature. Like “Might, maybe, perhaps, I’m not sure, I’ll have to think about it, let’s not rush into things, Are you really sure that I am the father”, and so on.

Most Guys don’t worry about those types of words. They think of things like “Alcohol+Getting Lucky+Don’t Pass Out Before She Says Yes = Don’t Bother Calling Her a Second Time!

I still love words, even though I try to use them correctly and safely, without having to resort to explaining to my wife, why so many Foreign Dictionaries seem to be lying about in my office. “Thinking about romancing Foreign Women?” She might ask, knowing that is how she trapped me into expressing my F-words, My R-words and finally the L-word, in the first place!

“What goes around, comes around”, you might say, but even those words are dangerous in their own way.

It seems like, I’ve gotten off the subject at hand, talking about feelings, but then that is what us Guys seem to do best, and I for one am not ashamed of that characteristic at all!

Before writing this blog, I tried to jot down some keywords for this and future blogs. You know, the type of things that bring Guys and Gals together?


Feelings, sensitive, commitment, respect, concern Hub Caps, Timing Chain – 4 on the floor, Fearsome Foursome, I’m leaving you for the mailman, fog lights, CC’s stacked loaded fired up, hit the floor running, disposition, relate to one another.

I don’t know about other Guys, but I’ve never been good at reading between the lines………