“Do as I say, not as I do.”
“meaning “don’t imitate my behavior but obey my instructions.” This order first appeared in John Selden’s Table-Talk (c. 1654): “Preachers say, ‘Do as I say, not as I do.’”
Thought this went along with my other posts today.😱🙃😉
I often write about expected rules
How we should all be schooled
In matters of love for your fellow man
Or respect of earth and its life span
For myself? I’ll tell you hun,
They number almost none.
Just kidding, guys😂
Slightly off
A bit construed
A panorama of
A city viewed
An image curved
The camera swerved
Reflection observed
A sight preserved
For eternity
Of humanity
Their goals
And molds
Of urban life
Without wildlife.
Is this the dream
Modern intent?
No landscape stream
Only cement
Creation’s rules
Made a fool?
We need to school
To respect this jewel
The natural earth
Respect it’s worth
Give ideas new birth
Seek heaven’s mirth.
Difficult, you muse
To change one’s weathered views
Be vigilant in what you choose
How you live, what you use.
There is an answer
And it is you.
Leaning against the (getaway) car, he was not getting disheartened. How could he? She loved him and they planned this escape together. It WAS an escape, from parents, school, their being apart. They loved each other despite the discouraging remarks of their parents, their peers. The others could not understand how strong a connection they felt, how much they needed to be together. They tried to prevent this relationship, tried to separate them. If they could not accept he had to be with her, then this was the only way.
As he anxiously waited, he wondered why, besides his age, that they were so adamant in keeping them apart. Was it the parents’ own relationship, unrequited love, or disappointment in life in general, that made them think we couldn’t achieve what they so badly desired? We were going to try. We had to try.
He looked up to see her running toward him, her face full of joy and expectation. His eyes filled with tears, revealing a sense of relief. They hugged, a tight, needful embrace, full of hope, signifying a new beginning, and a realization of their young dreams.
“Only a few more steps, I can make it, I can.”
The blood was coming faster now, and he was getting weaker. He dragged the leg no matter how much pain it caused, he had to make it inside. The tunnel was only a few feet from him now. They wouldn’t follow him there. Most evil creatures love the darkness, but not his attackers. Small and wiry bits of teeth and fangs, they dart in and bite, then disappear as quickly as they came.
His pant leg was soaking with the blood, but he kept going. Only one more step or two and he would be safe. He sunk down into the hard floor of the tunnel. Darkness clouded his eyes, but he was able to remove his belt for a tourniquet. This would hold only a short time; he hoped she would miss him. He sat in painful expectation of rescue. He couldn’t let desperation take him back into the light. He knew there were more creatures waiting.
https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/05/03/daily-picture-prompt-134/
He looked deep into her eyes, and she responded by pressing her thigh into him. This was the tango, one of the most sensual dances ever envisioned. It requires close body contact with your partner, especially the midriff. Your arms are not as entwined as your legs. Often described as the most romantic, yet erotic, partner dance.
She lingered with her thigh for a moment longer than the music required, sending a not so secret message to her partner. Their relationship was more than a dancing pair for exhibition. Dance was a long lasting conduit of intimacy. He responded to her by squeezing her hand and she smiled that knowing smile he was always expecting. Silky, confident movements with the thought of more private moments, was a physical metaphor for their enduring connection. The tango represented to them their amorous partnership, their never ending love of each other in the dance of life.
https://mundusmediaink.com/2017/05/03/wednesdays-visual-writing-prompt-30/
On the off chance that some of you don’t know that I’m ancient, here’s proof: a rhyme my mother used to say on the way to grocery shop.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Then there’s the official Mother Goose version:
https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/05/03/daily-word-prompt-84-market/
Burden’s been lifted
Now feeling hopeful and new
Light’s filling the day.
I LOVE THIS PICTURE AND IT DESCRIBES HOW I FEEL – FOUND OUT I’M TWO YEARS CANCER FREE!!!💪🏻👍🏻🤠
My batteries are low
I can no longer stand
My legs, weak and slow
I can’t raise my hands
But no matter these faults
One thing is true
The light in my heart
Glows, thinking of you.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/05/02/photo-challenge-163/
The Bag Lady 
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