#LoveIsInDaBlog Day 13 – Lust

Tingling with fervor
That intense feeling
Longing for you
Heating up

Shaking with desire
That aching feeling
Craving your skin
Against mine

Sizzling with passion
That torturous feeling
Burning for your touch
Wanting more


Love Is In Da Blog is hosted by Bee Halton. Today’s prompt was “lust”.  Phew, that was harder than I thought it was going to be, but I finally did it!  It was a delicate balance, for sure.

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#LoveIsInDaBlog Day 12 – The Kiss

Two eyes meet with unspoken words
Like humming birds
Singing the song
It can’t be wrong

Bodies draw closer, inch by inch
Oh, please don’t flinch
It must be right
Too late for flight

Feath’ry soft or brazenly bold
It’s liquid gold
When eyes are closed
And lips are posed


Love Is In Da Blog is hosted by Bee Halton. Today’s prompt was “kiss”.

All of these prompts seem to inspire poetry in me, but today I went searching for a different type of poem just to keep things interesting.  This is my very first crack at a Minute Poem.

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#LoveIsInDaBlog Day 11 – Perfect Joy

That lovely smile
When I open my eyes
The sun shining through the window
The touch of your hand
At just the right time
To let me know I’m not alone
The feel of your lips
Against my skin
That unmentionable, tingling bliss
Laughing at the words
Just between us
Wearing clothes not meant for me
What’s yours is mine
What’s mine is ours
Sharing life with you
My love
Enveloped in perfect joy


Love Is In Da Blog is hosted by Bee Halton. Today’s prompt was “joy”.

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Song Lyric Sunday – Come One Come All by All Time Low

Since Wednesday, this post was always going to be about All Time Low, even if I had to post something of theirs that I’d never heard before.  Luckily, I was able to find a song that fit the theme.

I have my lovely daughter to thank for my infatuation with this band.  I can’t even tell you how many car rides were full of All Time Low and me and her singing at the top of our lungs.  I honestly thought our relationship would always be like that, but people change.  I was also under the impression that she tried hard not to remember those days (for whatever reason), but then she sent me the absolute perfect text on Wednesday night.  It was a video of her and her friends blasting All Time Low and singing at the top of their lungs.  The caption read, “missing u”.  I bawled my eyes out.

This song reminds me of those days when you couldn’t create music playlists on your phone and you were at the mercy of the DJ.  I remember calling the radio station over and over again, begging for my song!  There’s just something about hearing your song on the radio at just the perfect time.  It very rarely happened, but when it did, it was magical.

I think that music is therapeutic and I love doing this every week.  Thanks to all those who play along and make my Sundays so great.

I hope you enjoy some All Time Low!

Come one, come all you’re just in time
To witness my first breakdown
‘Cause there’s a mile gone for every minute passed
When I’m stuck in this town

I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Mr. DJ
The traffic in this town is just as bad as it is in L.A.

So go on and lock me up
You better throw away that key
Before I find out where you broadcast from
Because your playlist is killing me

I’ll change that station
Light it up like the 4th of July
It’s me, I’m caller fifteen
Time to play my last request

Come one, come all, you’re just in time
To witness my first breakdown
‘Cause there’s a mile gone for every minute passed
When I’m wasting space in this town
Don’t call the doctors, I don’t need no medication
I just need one more vacation and make it last

Hear me out please, judge and jury
I’m an innocent man
And it would be such a terrible injustice
To put me away without thinking about

All the terrible mistakes
That goddamn radio jockey makes
I swear, he’s out to get me
Oh, I swear he’s out to get me

I’ll change that station
Light it up like the 4th of July
It’s me, I’m caller fifteen
But it’s too late for explanations
This broadcast will be your last

Come one, come all, you’re just in time
To witness my first breakdown
‘Cause there’s a mile gone for every minute passed
When I’m wasting space in this town
Don’t call the doctors, I don’t need no medication
I just need one more vacation and make it last

Hear me out please, judge and jury
And I swear he’s out to get me
Oh, I swear he’s out to get me

Go on and lock me up
You better throw away that key
And I swear he’s out to get me
Oh, I swear he’s out to get me

I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Mr. DJ
You really oughta lock me up
Because your playlist is killing me

Come one, come all, you’re just in time
To witness my first breakdown
‘Cause there’s a mile gone for every minute passed
When I’m wasting space in this town
Don’t call the doctors, I don’t need no medication
I just need one more vacation and make it last

Written by Pete Kipley, Bart Millard, Nathan Cochran, Mike Scheuchzer, Jim Bryson, Robby Shaffer • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Music Services, Inc

Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the video, the lyrics and/or hyperlinks to videos and/or gifs and/or lyrics above. No copyright infringement intended.


The Song Lyric Sunday theme for this week was phone calls/calling.  Please feel free to click the link, read the rules and post one of your own.

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 2/11/18

Technology has come a long way in a very short time.  I remember some time around 2003, the talk of cell phones was starting to ramp up.  It was becoming more “the thing” to have one of your own and carry it around with you all the time.  I remember saying that I didn’t need one because if someone wanted to talk to me, they could call the house phone and leave a message.  I would call them when I was available.  There was no need for someone to get a hold of me while I was grocery shopping or driving.

I finally got one, but then I resisted texting.  I was pretty old-school about communication.  However, my daughter would only communicate through text, so I sort of had to do that or else risk never talking to her.

Now, we are all addicted to our phones, but they are so much more than just a phone.  I rarely receive phone calls on it, which I think is pretty sad.  Phone calls are nice and talking to someone is a much better  form of communication than texting.  There is too much left open to interpretation when there are only words on a screen.

If you hadn’t guessed already, this of course leads us right into our theme this week.  So, get your thinking caps on, break out your playlists and let’s get to work!  Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “phone calls/calling”.  

As always, you can go your own way and post a song that has nothing to do with the prompt.  We’re all here sharing our love of music and lyrics, and most of all, having a great time!

I’m teaming up with Simply Marquessa  and her LyricalFictionFriday theme was based on today’s SLS theme.  Her posts go up on Thursday, so please check out her blog to delve into the world of music and fiction.

If you would like to suggest a theme, I am open to suggestions.   Please either pop it in the comments or send me an email at helenvahdati@yahoo.com.

Here are the “rules”:

  • Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not
  • Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due and it’s honestly just a simple Google search
  • Make sure you also credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
  • Ping back to this post or my own Song Lyric Sunday post
  • Read at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process

Feel free to use the Song Lyric Sunday badge by copying it into your post or add it to your site to show you are participating.

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SoCS and #LoveIsInDaBlog Day 10 – Infatuation and Tails

Who doesn’t have an infatuation with puppies?  As far as I know, everyone loves puppies.  As soon as we moved into our new house, Jaxon was asking about getting a puppy.  I told him that they eventually grow up, but he said that was OK.  They were still cute.  I suppose that’s true, but they’re not quite as cute when they’re older, are they?

I remember when we got Max and Melody for our kids for Christmas one year.  They are brother and sister and are a black and chocolate lab, respectively.  They weren’t quite a year old when they had another dog visitor.  They were so excited.  They chased that poor dog all over the house while she just tried to get away from them.  At one point, they both grabbed onto her tail and she basically carried them on her tail, trying desperately to swing them off.

I ended up having to make a tough decision during my divorce to give Melody away, but I think she went to a better place.  There’s just something about the dynamic between a male and female dog that isn’t quite healthy.  At least, it wasn’t in this case.  I would say Max was misogynist, if I didn’t know better.  He pretty much controlled everything and wouldn’t let poor Melody play or have the ball.  She even ate less than he did.  Perhaps they were picking up on the dynamic in that household.  I’ve always said that animals start to take on characteristics of their owners, which is odd if you really think about it.

Max is now, of course, full grown.  I’ve written about him quite a lot on my blog, but perhaps not as much as his sister Sammy.  (They were all from the same litter.)

I really do miss Max.  He was one of my “tragedies” during the divorce.  I told the kids just the other day that maybe we should have shared Max too.  He could have followed the kids back and forth each week.  Probably not the healthiest of situations for a dog… maybe even worse than it is on the kiddos.  That was never even a likelihood, though, because for whatever reason, Max became  my ex’s dog.

Anyway, the one other thing I wanted to mention was Max’s tail.  That thing can hurt!  If he was excited and standing right next to you, you would for sure come away with a bruise.  I used to push him away or try to stop the damn thing from wagging, but when dogs are excited, there’s just no stopping that tail.

My hubby and I are still in debates about whether or not to get a dog.  On one hand, we look at pictures and become infatuated with those cute little faces.  On the other hand, they are a lot of work and they require attention and house training and all sorts of nonsense.  Is that cute little face worth all that trouble?

Tune in sometime in the future and that question just might be answered, for us at least.


Love Is In Da Blog is hosted by Bee Halton. Today’s prompt was “infatuation”.

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda Hill.  Today’s prompt was “tail/tale”.

#LoveIsInDaBlog Day 9 – Hugs

I had grand ideas of coming up with some sort of poem for today’s prompt, but it’s getting close to the end of the day, it’s Friday, and I just don’t have it in me to think that hard.  Why does poetry seem to hurt so much during the creative process?  I’ve had very few poems that just flowed out.  I usually have to scratch and claw for every line.  So, that leaves just me, talking about hugs and life and whatever might come to mind.

Hugs are amazing, aren’t they?  There are some days that I can’t wait to get home just so I can get a hug.  There’s something so settling and peaceful about them.

It can also be the thing that sets off my emotions.  If something happens and I’m upset, I can usually keep it together, you know?  But if someone makes the mistake of hugging me, I lose it.  Like that time when Adelle came into town.  It’s become a sort of regular thing at this point, picking her up from the airport, so this must have been one of the first times she came back for a visit.  We were all at the airport and when we saw her, she came running and for whatever reason, she grabbed me first.  We hugged and cried and she just wouldn’t let go.  It was pretty fabulous.  There were a lot of unspoken words in that hug.

That’s another thing that hugs can do.  They speak.  Sometimes they say so much that actual words just aren’t needed.

I miss those days when my kiddos were small enough to fit on my lap.  I know it’s not necessarily a hug, but just holding them in my arms is something that I miss every now and then.  I let Andru get used to falling asleep on my lap when he was younger, so it was something he ended up doing pretty much every night.  Sometimes I would just stare down at his sleeping face for what seemed like hours.  I usually let him sleep in my arms like that for way too long because it got to the point that it was really difficult to get up off the couch holding him in my arms.  I probably let that go on a little too long, but it was pretty magical.

It’s sad how things like that just sort of stop happening.  There’s never really anything said; they just decide to not do it anymore.  I hope hugs won’t ever be something they get too old for.  I’m thinking I just wouldn’t let that happen, though.  We all need hugs, no matter how old we get.

 


Love Is In Da Blog is hosted by Bee Halton. Today’s prompt was “hug”.

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