Virginia Is For Families

I really get my best glimpses into the human psyche when enjoying a look at the search engine results. And I hope you do too. I have no reason to hope you do because nobody has ever said to me they found it entertaining or enlightening to look at them. And I don’t want to ask you now because then I would have to answer my own question. And we are trying not to go down that road today (see prior post).

One thing that fairly jumps out at me is the reader who wrote “I am thankful that I am not a turkey” in the search engine. I know this happened because everything that ends up here is recorded in the Admin area of Wordpress.

And I am right there with you gentle reader. I am also thankful that you are not a turkey. Because if you were Thanksgiving would not be a happy time. And I would be sad. Because one less reader around here is a major problem. We don’t have that many to spare. Just kidding.

The other thing that deserves note is the reader who asks “What are blogs?”. And this is a good question. Blogs, gentle reader, are bogs that are filled with trillions of electrons that whirl around and catch unsuspecting husbands who really do not have the time to be sucked into them. There is yard work to do. And there are places to go and people to see. There is a wife somewhere who is hopefully not thinking about this subject.

As I write this I can hear Dr. Phil in the next room going on about people whose major goal in life is to screw up life for somebody else. Dr Phil you really need to do a show about blogs. Because they can do more damage than your predatory guests in just one afternoon. Maybe I am exaggerating a little bit. But a show about blogs would be a good idea Dr Phil. And if you can arrange to have Jordin Sparks on the same show for some totally made up reason I would like to volunteer to be one of your guests. We can discuss blogs and then we can get to the good part and discuss old men who have lost their minds over young American Idol winners.

“Poems about talking to the boss” has to do with my attempt to help out all those gentle readers who are trying to fight back against the idiot who rules their working existence and deserves to be fed to cannibals. This reader has come home. Welcome.

And one reader was looking for Mr. “hunk surfer”. I hope she (or he) found him. I’m never going to compete with Hugh Hefner but this one fulfills in a very small way the fantasy that I would one day do so. Those days are long past, of course. Now I dream about being well fed and still looking forward to desert without needing major tailoring. But it’s good to know there are folks out there who still spend time searching for good looking surfers. And we do have some here! Check them out!

Now I must get involved in Thanksgiving. Thanks to all my gentle readers. I know you try very hard to remain anonymous. But just remember to stay away from the search engines when you come here ! And have a wonderful evening and holiday.

If you Google “boss poem” you will find this on the first page along with a few other boss poems that people have created. There seems to be a demand for them. Mine has been viewed thousands of times. This one is probably not for the boss you love but actually it might be because it treats the subject with some humor. And if your boss has a good sense of humor he might enjoy it!

So if you just want to say “Boss I love you and will miss you” this is not the poem. But if you enjoy jerking him around it will work. And if you want to liberate some negative feelings it will also work. Behind his back. Because you wouldn’t want to seriously tell him that you wish he would take a cruise and be eaten by some cannibals. Or would you?

Also below is a photo I took at the Electric Light Parade at Disney World a few years ago. Hopefully the boss and employee relationship doesn’t degenerate into this either!

THE BOSS POEM

Dear Boss I wish you well this year

And well upon your way from here.

May soon you land on distant shores

Where they won’t let you pray before

They sacrifice your scrawny butt

And hang your head above a hut

Next to the tribal eating place

Where you are served up after grace.

Because they really love to eat

And you are such a lovely treat.

So here’s a ticket. There’s the boat

Happy hunting you old goat.

You are the prize so don’t delay

Just say goodbye and go away!

We won’t be seeing you around

But we will manage anyway.

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http://davidnotes.com/virginia-breeze-poety/

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More poetry from Davidlind

Beach Watching/ Mother Nature Arrives

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Children laugh long and play under the sun

While waves crash around their happy actions.

And I was out there for a short while too

Watching a babe who was lithe and dark tanned.

When the ocean quite fast zeroed in on its man

And knocked me sideways onto my tender can.

Tumbling around in a large playful wave

I suddenly knew I should try to behave

And struggling emerged from a watery grave

To rest my poor bod in some inviting shade.

“Dear Father”

“Lay us down now

Let us rest for awhile

May the heat heal somehow

And improve our profiles.

The sound of children

Splashing nearby

Mend our souls and make us sane

Before we try to swim again.”

“Amen”.

It’s safer watching them from here.

The radar’s working well this year.

It seeks and finds brief suits defined

Curvaceous thighs victorious smiles. . .

read the rest

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The Promises of Love

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The evening has left us

Quietly to ourselves.

I watch you move before the mirror

Releasing all the catches and stays

The predictable moments and habitual ways.

Until the softness of the light reveals

Your moving presence and my cautious appeal.

Can I catch the light that glitters in your eyes

And hold you in my arms?

A prayer weaves its way above

As we explore

The promises of love.