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Humorous Muse; Heart and the String!

Some hearts assume, a man deep in love doesn’t relish the moments, his better half tugs his heartstrings like a breathless cello, hello. Making some needlessly presume, she’s behind the scenes pulling his strings. Oh, but here’s the thing, a devoted man inherently, loves his significant other becoming a trusted composer, his heart forever being her muse. A heart with no strings, love not tethered to anything, echoing the depth of love’s heartfelt thing. Words having such a harmonious ring, till death I do, tether my string. And so, it’s never a bother; rather, a secure man feels elated, knowing her love cares enough to want, to strum his heart like no other. As for me and my heart, for four decades the same woman has been tugging my strings. Sometimes, as men software can lag, and insecure men just want to brag and boast. How their love is the most, and another would never be allowed to pull their string. But tell me, what joy does it bring, if a heart’s violin didn’t have strings? You see, every man needs to know, her love is so instrumental, for years to make his soul’s acoustics sing. Men, the symphonic rhythm of her love, orchestrates the conditions, to be swayed by our love’s rendition. A woman, would gladly give up all the bling, to know, for her your heart still has a thing. No heart, desires a puppet on a string; have the genuine love thang, with the most beautiful southern twang. Heart on a string, it’s absolutely a thing; love pulls you in, ask of you to lean in. And even, when words Sting, like a bee, or the man with the legendary music thing; “Fields of Gold.” Wherewith, promises are never made lightly, of heartstrings strung together, finding the common thing is this. Be hearts bound by three stranded string, what makes the love thing become a stronger cling. Sharing is caring, but baring is daring, to put your soul on the line; Heart, and String!

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It’s Impression!

What do you call a feeling, pressed tenderly up against your heart, but yet, felt deep within the crevices of your soul? How do you depict an essence, so profound it alters your perception forever? What do you call something, that collides with your heart deeply, without leaving a chasm in the depth of your soul? Is there a word, given to an encounter so impactful, its mark is left etched on your heart? Its ink, revealing from the pours of your soul, its tattooed hue. What perspective do you give to moments, its existence neither space nor time can erase? Is there a significance you give to something, which utterly leaves your heart exposed, to bare your soul? What do you say about something, you know that its presence lingers, and certain its breadth hovers? What price renders the significance, of a thing that poetically draws… you into its portrait, that causes a rosy frame of reference to bloom breathlessly, and its ability to give a heart wings to soar? What term does one’s soul use to convey, a heartfelt sense of being, an intuitive sense of needing? In its representation, even broken things are made beautiful. A broken heart, whole nevertheless. Rose petals laid bare of its stem, still just as sweet. Butterflies within its cocoon state, will confidently find its wings. What name do you give to the thing, that transcends? You call it, Love, the beautiful impression, left imprinted on the heart!

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Revisited: Soul Food!

Attentive love, easy on the heart, warm to its touch, sautéd tastefully with its holistic simplicity. Essence enriched, dished abundantly, served wholeheartedly. Soul food, full of compassion, filled with appreciation, seasoned with gratitude, marinated in deep affection. Even with just a hint of admiration, gives it the right amount of clarity. That your love’s language, food for the soul. But, why not kick it up a notch, add to it some; “je ne sais quoi,” something, indicative of your heart’s desire, emboldened by one’s spice for life. A hint of this, a pinch of that, adds to the allure of one’s love being, tasteful. A sense of needing, excites a heart in giving, best portion of themselves. An atmosphere of love’s aroma, will linger profoundly, resonates deeply. Guessing what works, quirks tainting the heartfelt appeal, one’s heart not in it. Soul food, not made with love, creates a tasteless stew, lacking its most critical element. Adding to it genuine trust, enhances the nature, the indulgence of love’s intentional ingredients. Love, not stirred with consistent awareness, a feeling of being burnt. Indifference, making the experience unappealing, the encounter hard to swallow. Even, in the midst of bitterness, day after day, set the table regardless. Line the heart with the fabric of love, and the ambiance will become the soul’s feast. A heart with room, indulges in seconds, what first impressions may have negated. Sharing your heart, feeding your soul; endearing. Truth be told, moments the soul holds, the heart being bold. Love served on a platter, never meant to flatter, but rather, feed one’s soul. A heart bland, its innermost likened to its batter, not sweetened with the rich extracts of love. Hearts content, skip through the meadows of life, famished feast on love’s sustenance, food for one’s soul! 

*** A post revisited, a rewrite of the original, shared Nov 1, 2021 New picture, new take, but nevertheless, food for the soul. *** If anyone is interested, this link is to the original post. Link to Soul Food: Nov 1, 2021

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Wednesday Proverb; In of Itself! 

Wisdom, not hidden away in solitary confinement, but confines itself to a place in one’s soul. Where, someday, one’s heart can profoundly discover its true nature, within the wonders of its transformative possibilities!

True greatness, in of itself never something achieved through sheer will power. Progression in its pursuit, will surely become achievable, one’s heart being open to its greater purpose. Its greatest power through you, wielded as true… greatness!

Real love, doesn’t need a specific moment to act, if true, its actions in of itself revealed as intuitive. Its strength, not needing an invitation to show up and be, profound. Its courage, triumphant in its resilience to become, love!

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Wednesday Proverb; Making Room!

Deep within the heart, room is made, to allow light to come in, let one’s quintessence be known. Heart and soul, leaving no stone unturned, make sure they’ll be room, for love to become. Space available, a heart full, but yet with arms wide open, to embrace selfless humanity. Room in one’s heart gives latitude, fault produces attitude, space exhibits altitude. The heart’s expansion, the breadth of love’s capacity, depth of the soul’s propensity. Love speaks volumes, come one, come all; there’s room at the table, come partake of heartfelt goodness. Deep in love’s pantry, substantive room for the hopeless, optimal space for one’s heart to receive, organic love. Eager hearts, are watching and longing, looking if there’s an ounce of compassion, to fill the void in their soul? Making room is not easy, but necessary for love to be preserved. Love, yields to hearts its bounty, not given a proverbial shelf life. Don’t presume, flowers won’t bloom if given room, for love’s fertile affection to be!

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On My Way to Heaven!

On my way to heaven, my heart met an angel, traversing time, in between our soul’s existence, love’s deepest breadth revealed. Thirty eight years, feels like a thousand, on our way to forever. Within her care, my heart in no haste, resting deep within love’s embrace. Trying to find, hoping to become, what my love needed to be, deeply enlightened. You see, heaven is my destiny, but before my soul journey’s there. This angel’s love, my soul’s mate, sent to search my heart, test my love’s resolve. My soul, wouldn’t dare claim, her heart doesn’t have wings. In my heart of hearts, her love takes flight, takes my love to new heights. My breath, doesn’t have to hold tight, deep in my soul this feels right. Love heaven sent, be a lifetime spent, knowing love heartfelt. Her heart’s angelic verb, likened to love’s healing herb. Her love a song, harped rhythmically felt strong. Love’s beauty capturing your gaze, its sway moving you all your days. Heaven, doesn’t seem a far off place, your heart totally eclipsed by the light of its hue. In her reflection, glimpsed the keeper of the stars. In between here, and eternity; lived, loved, discovered angels are real. Traversing the way of love’s celestial plane, my soul had an encounter. On my way to heaven, my heart, met an angel!

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It’s a Wonderful Word!

Christmas, such a wonderful word, inspiring so many, a word etched into the sands of time. Homage to Love’s divine birth, resting so gently on our hearts, a celebration of its beauty. Love, what a beautiful word, its meaning so amazing, its nature truly astounding. Love is a compass, a lighthouse, a song, an ocean. Life, every breath reciting, it’s a wonderful word. Of love’s breadth, of its life breath we need. Oh, to love upon one’s heart, the gift of love every soul longs to receive. WordPress, a wonderful word, of hearts entwined, of kindhearted sublime. Words, they Press, they sway; stay poetically on hearts and minds. Within life’s haze, captures your gaze, affecting the heart in so many ways. During the Christmas season, hearts feel merry, souls feeling serene, seen, through the lens of love’s crimson hue!

Love pressed within, cause words to hum. Some hearts, like to chew gum, every soul, have an elevated sum. So come, my words will highlight some, of WordPress’ allure; their wonderful words, that’s for sure. From Behind the Pen, one’s soul encapsulates a pen’s essence, with words from the heart. Another heart says, Don’t Lose Hope, keep the faith. How, wonderful is it to know, Words of hope have healing. Some, like to share their world through words, and, it’s Shaun’s World; a heart and soul, pressing along the upward way. Some just, Mom with A Blog, looking to shine, not letting negative words define. Another, lay words down by, Riverside’s Peace. There’s one, that doesn’t have heart in the clouds, but on, Kingdom Thoughts, a soul that can’t be bought. There’s a heart with a light, but don’t ever get it twisted. Belladonna’s Flashlight, exercises its due diligence, illuminating fact over feelings. There’s someone, words all about, the Journey Inward, finding enlightenment. Even though, one’s heart has been set free of what was, some feelings linger. Egypt in Mind, try to sway promises of love’s divine journey. There’s a heart, filled with Words of wonder, full of lots to ponder; simply called, My Inspired Life. Within Boundless Blessings, which heart, wouldn’t be inspired, their soul having boundless Words? There’s someone, who wonderfully states just that. And tell me, who doesn’t like, Love, Life, Happiness & More? Life’s mysteries, or of simple quotes to inspire. And, this one is a game changer, wonderful Words to make your heart roar, the soul soar; being Crazy for Christ. And, I would be remiss, if I didn’t mention a heart, Created by Deesign, Sincerely Jan, and her kindred sis, of a Restored Heart, their homeland love will never part. These, WordPress post, some of my favorite things. And truly, it’s a Wonderful Word; Love! 

*** Merry Christmas to all, and to all a wonderful night! ***

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By Design; Christmas’ Hue!


Love’s Christmas Celebration!

DJ WCR, on the WordPress ones and twos, spinning love’s tale. The poetry doesn’t flail, the muse won’t derail, love’s rhythm will prevail. 
When, Love feels at Home!

At home, hearts feel at home, wrapped up within love’s embrace. When, love is in the air, its essence becomes its sweet aroma. Love’s fragrance hue, permeating throughout heart and soul.

In some seasons, the world can seem so cold, love’s reasoning becoming so bold; does, it has a festive hold, its beauty deeply told? In this place, within the depth of one’s heart, love feels at home, resting gently against your soul. A place, where the heart feels whole, deep within your chest, a love’s behest. In heart of hearts, the place where love lingers, let it be, as long as it pleases. Don’t quicken it, unless absolutely certain, your heart will evoke its benevolence. Awaken it, if your soul can arouse its quintessence, your heart faithful to its bidding. Deep down provoked, words could never evict, situations could never offend, passionately will defend its position. Oh, I tell you, love asked of me, and I said I surely won’t, let the moments pass; invoked heart and soul I did. And now, love’s hue resides within places, has made its home in spaces; within my soul, where my heart has never entered. In one’s soul, if there’s a fire burning, love is surely crackling, its flame lit forever. To let passing hearts know, there’s an invitation to be had. In the warmth of love’s breadth, its essence swaddled within its hue. Wrapped up in the gift that keeps giving, the partaking of love’s divine feast. Christmas no exception, by design!

***By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs. Each are pieces of different elements; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. To be a legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design!

P.S. The silhouette of someone dancing disco in the top image, picture that being my daughter, who loved 70’s music!

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Motivation’s Sway; its Woo!

Does, your soul feel like it’s being chased, does your heart race with haste? It’s love’s woo in pursuit. Like that of the sun’s radiance, love has an intrinsic glow, with just a smile, it shows its hue. Like that of a deep river, deeply it flows, soothing one’s woes. Like a moving song, it sways the soul, effortlessly, dances with the heart, endlessly. When, love becomes your heart’s purpose, deep down in your soul it becomes your source. Your constant, your axis, your oxygen, your confidence. Every season, the reason for living, for giving, for being… its breadth inside of you; it’s woo. Sometimes, one’s heart doesn’t even know it, that it’s being wooed. Love’s presence, waits in the shadows, for an opportunity, to woo you with its favor. When, your heart rate is elevated, your soul becomes elated, drowning in the depth of peace’s overflow. It’s possible, even now, at that very moment, it’s wooing you. Your heart, may not perceive it, until, you find yourself overwhelmed, by its relentless woo. It has nothing to prove, but yet love behooves, to be your heartfelt muse. It’s motivation, to win your heart, cultivate warmth, become the light in your spark. Its soliloquy, never in a Shakespearean verse, its nuances well diverse. Its love language, its quintessence, its woo motivated, by you!

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Wick’s Muse!

There’s no shame, being love’s muse, a heart and soul used, the light of love infused. Idle heart, a stagnant light, ignited by love’s quintessence, illuminated by its presence. Light rain, could never extinguish the wick, the thick distinguishable light, of love’s consequential reign. How insane, one’s soul journeying its elevated plane, for one’s heart to not attain, the benevolence of love’s essence. What sets the world on fire, what lights up love’s heartfelt desire, a soul draped in its textured attire. Unveiled by its kindness, open to its generosity, and be struck by its beauty. Knowing the breadth of its authenticity, the grace in the touch of its tenderness. Its understanding, found in the depth of its love language, the humbleness emanating within the strength of its nature. Balanced living, blameless loving, every breath thankful in and out of season, love the reason. The flame of its muse, the fused wick of love’s candle, lit will burn bright; now and forevermore! 

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