Just Go Away!

Go Away!

Stay your approach!

I Don’t Need You, if You’re Not Serious!

Find another Fickle Heart

to Play with!

Find Someone as frivolous as Yourself

with your Silly Heart Songs and Pining Eyes.

Just Go Away!

And Leave Me to to my Mental Flagelations,

as I Continue My Futile Search.

by Don Bobbitt, All Rights Reserved.  April, 2020

 

 

Why is it? Flowers and Palms


I was just wondering!

Why is it that;

When a flower dies, we cast it aside.

But when a Palm Frond dies we make a roof of it?

This is one of those things I often wonder about.

By Don Bobbitt, April, 2017

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Shadows of a Couple, together.

The picture you see with this story is one I took last year while my wife Helen and I were standing on a bridge overlooking a Park in Florida where there were Manatees swimming in the warm waters.

I glanced down at the shallows and I saw our shadows on the waters and I laughed. There we were, two old people standing on a bridge and casting our shadows onto the shoreline on this beautiful day.

Helen asked me what was so funny, and I pointed to our shadows on the water and I told her.

Girl! Look! Those shadows are reflections of us now; two old people on a bridge. It’s obvious even in these shadows that we’re not what we once were, physically.

I was just imagining the two of us coming back here each year and staring closely at our shadows wondering if these images of us will be as robust and sharp and they are today?”

Helen looked at me and I figured she would laugh at my imaginings and we would on, but instead, she smiled at me and took my hand. We stood there for a while, on that bridge, hand-in-hand, staring at our shadows as we both thought on our lives and our aging bodies and eventually the end of our days.

Anyway, we moved on and I’m sure she forgot all about that moment of ours, standing together on that rickety wooden bridge.

Well time moved on for us and last week, we made a Holiday of our 50th anniversary together. We stayed for a week in an apartment in the old part of Savannah and we made no set touristy plans; rather we just just roamed around Savannah over that week, soaking in the history, the weather, and the beauty of this old city.

Of course I would be a fool if I didn’t say we enjoyed the city itself, but the best part of the say was that we enjoyed seeing, eating and walking our way around Savannah, together; just the two of us.

We soaked in the history of the place and we laughed a lot; sometimes just at things we saw or read and at other times at some of the people walking by us as we sat sat around in so many of the sidewalk cafes.

That’s the kind of thing we often do at our age. We laugh at other younger people who are working, struggling even, on their own lifestyle and life goals. We’re not malicious you see, its just that we see so many people doing and saying things that make Helen and I say to ourselves; “Been There, Done That”.

You see, we may be old but our experiences together should leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that we are a couple, a pair, actually I like to say, a single life-force, neither half of which would probably function very long, without the other being there without the other’s support.

After fifty years together, we know what the word commitment means. We started our life together as individuals with so many differences, bad habits and idiosyncrasies  that most people would never have given our marriage a chance for survival.

But one day, long ago, we made a commitment, to each other and to God!

We stood there and we both swore that we would walk through life together, taking the Good with the Bad, and working things out as we went along.

Sure, there have been arguments, and disagreements, but there have been many more days of Love and affection, and we used these differences to build an eternal partnership.

And as partners, we have marched through the years of our life together over this past half-century, growing older and yet, growing stronger as a couple.

Reflecting on what I have just written so far, I can say that we are no longer that pair of vibrant, physical animals we were when we eloped so long ago and walked into that office in Reidsville, NC, held each other’s hand, and made our promises to each other.

But I can also say that, just like those two people in the picture whose bodies are now shadows of what they once were, our real strength resides in the support and Love we give each other.

Inevitably we will both leave this planet, when our bodies give up the fight for that next breath, in it’s need to stay alive; moving on to that promised afterlife; and our shadows on the waters will be gone, forever.

One of us will probably go before the other leaving the one remaining to exist alone and without their life-mate. The one left here, must bide its time until their body gives up so their souls can also departure from this Earth.

But considering the hope of an eternity together, this wait will only be for a short while before the two of us can be together again for our next great adventure; traveling and living yet another life together.

And when we do see each other again, I’ll just grab her hand, look into her eyes and say; “OK, Let’s Go Punk! We Got Things to Do!

Oh what an adventure that next life time together will be for my wife and I.  Oh what an Adventure!

by DON BOBBITT, MAY, 13, 2018

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An Autumn Night of LOVE

Memories of an Autumn Night of Love

I love it when you are just going through the motions at some task or chore at home, or really just about anywhere, and something, a sight, a smell, or even just a flash of color will ignite an old memory.

I remember when I was inspired to write this little memory of mine down.

It was on an Autumn evening, and I had wandered out on my porch with a glass of wine.

I sat down on an old worn wooden rocking chair and was just laid back watching one of those beautiful nights lighted by a Full Moon.

A sudden but light breeze touched my face, and, there it was.

My mind had gone back to a time in our lives, years ago. A time when my wife and I were young, and working hard at our jobs and just as hard at raising our kids.

That particular night, it was early Autumn, some friends of ours had dropped by, and after a nice evening of that casual conversation that you fall into with good friends, we were finally alone, together.

That night, when our friends left us, and the kids were with their grandparents, the two of us had one of our great and memorable nights of love-making.

There were just the two of us, and the warm Autumn night.

I hope you enjoy reading this memory of mine.

One Night in Autumn Night that brings such such sweet memories

Cool nights,

clear skies,

rustling leaves,

hands in sleeves,

just to keep them warm.

Friends Visiting, just visiting.

A bottle of wine,

some crackers and cheese,

and lighted candles,

on the table.

A short walk around the house, finally,

then sitting on the deck, in the cooling night breeze.

Leaning back in an old Rocking Chair

just relaxing and talking  ’til the after-hours!

Close friends, moving closer to the candles, and each other.

Special people, old friends for years.

Over time the conversation slows and eventually,

a final toast, big hugs all around,

and a fond farewell, for a while.

Slowly, reluctantly,

we watched them pull away,

through the blowing leaves of our driveway.

Finally, closing the door, then a casual walk around,

checking the windows and such for the night.

Thinking about the weather  for a moment!

No. Not cold enough for the fire ….. yet!

But just enough chill, for a light blanket at best!

Then, into Bed and we Snuggle close,

in that casual way only old Lovers know.

We drift along for a while,

just hugging, kissing, touching, talking about nothing,

Then, slowly, almost accidentally,

the heat rises in our bodies and we fall into making love,

in the dark chill of the Autumn night.

There’s no talking now, no I Love You’s,

no exhortations of timeless fidelity.

No need!

Each of us knowing the other’s body so well.

Each touch perfectly timed and adding to the slow climb.

Just two mates, enjoying that timeless love of the familiar,

so slow and so easy.

We climbed the mountain together and reached the peak, together.

Then, the slow, sweet tingling afterglow,

The catching your breath and

listening to your heart slow

to normal, after the race,

each still wrapped around the other.

Parts of our bodies

still under the confused blanket,

as we share our body heat and sweat!

Cuddling,

touching, kissing lightly,,

and whispering;

I Love You’s

until Sleep eventually creeps over us,

and claims

the our satiated brains!

You awaken, to an early dawns light.

Stretching, you think, What a great nights sleep!

Still entangled, all arms and legs,

under a now, warm, blanket.

You look into each others eyes

and no extra or special words need be said.

But,

reality breaks the spell,

and the world rushes back into your head,

So you slide quietly, you think, to the edge of the bed,

But, with your first step,

you hear a sleepy; throaty,

Hey Baby! Morning!

You stop, and Smiling,

you turn and crawl back into the bed,

and under the still warm covers.

You wind your body and limbs, around, and with hers.

Another kiss,

a long hug,

and those sweet memories of the night,

flood your mind.

More memories, more hugs,

and suddenly you’re both trapped and driven

by what each of you seeks.

Another climb, faster this time, to the top,

then an ecstatic peak,

followed by a slow, slow slide,

back to that real world.

A world with a job, time schedules and responsibilities.

But now your day has that something extra,

a memory, a beautiful memory of a Cool Autumn Night.

by Don Bobbitt, 2009

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Dreams and Living

Dreams are so important

To the Soul!

They feed it with a Nectar so sweet and true.

Reality tries to skew, blemish and belittle these fragile things, our Dreams.

So we need to protect them as if they were our most precious children.

These Dreams of ours, these inspirations, these hopes?

They feed and Nurture our Souls!

Thank God!

By Don Bobbitt, July, 2017, All commercial Rights Reserved!

What I Got! – Today!

Wanna know what I got?

I got a rising Sun over the Atlantic shining in my Eyes.

I got Palm Trees waving in the morning breeze,

I got warm Sand under my feet and in my plastic shoes.

I got strangers, walking by, smiling and saying Hello to me.

I got families with small children giggling as they play at the edge of the Water.

I got waves coming in and wiping out sand castles built with such care, only an hour ago.

Or, should I just say;

I got Life, surrounding me with so many great things that I just have to Smile stupidly at everyone that I see.

by DON BOBBITT, April,4 2017

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The Greatest Day of your Life

The greatest day of your life is …. today!

Yesterdays are just history waiting to collect cobwebs in your memory.

Tomorrow is never assured to ever happen, for anyone.

Today?

Well, Today you can smile, live, love and share yourself with others.

Isn’t that great?

 

by Don Bobbitt, January, 20, 2017

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Stupidity doesn’t age well

As I grow older,

I have found that

Stupidity doesn’t age well.

It seems, the majority of the really stupid people

in my life

have now died off to an acceptable level.

 

by Don Bobbitt, December 4,2016

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I love Sunsets

I love Sunsets.

I always have and I always will.

These random acts of Nature are one of those natural phenomenon we all see regularly, and far too often we just ignore them as we rush through our busy lives.

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A Passing Thing, Sad to Say!

Oh, LOOK!

Over there!

What  strange group of people!

Look at them, such a strange and mixed bag of Humanity.

They’re just standing there,

staring at that old memorial with the nasty soldier statue.

How strange!

 

Oh look, they removed their hats,

and placed their hands over their Hearts.

And now they are repeating some strange words that they all seem to know.

How embarrassing, don’t you think?

 

What’s that?

They call themselves Patriots?

And they are repeating the National Anthem?

Oh, and you say this day is actually a national holiday?

Set aside to honor our men and women who served in our military?

Oh my!

 

Well, Come along kids,

I don’t want you to get too close to such a bunch of radicals.

Besides, we’re late getting to the sale at the department store.

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 A Thought on a Timeline, Love wanderings.

Hopefully, this thought will grow ….. into a train.

(Day-1) You don’t have to Love Me,

Because I already do!

(Day-2) You don’t even have to care,

For the little things I do!

(Day-3) Oh, sure!

You pretend, You hug, You smile,

You, oh so slyly, act

like you do!

(Day-4)
But we both know,

we’re like magnets,

our feelings are stronger when we’re close,

yet weaker when we’re apart.

(Day-5)

Love, like an old car,

takes more work and polish

to keep it looking good.

(Day-6)

 

And for my next Trick …….. just Bring it ON!

 

Morning Sun,

shining in my right eye.

Tears running down my cheek as I try

to start my PC, half-blind.

I need my Coffee, so I take a sip.

I miss my mouth!

So Hot Coffee’s running down my favorite T-shirt.

Jumping up, I drop my PC onto the rug.

All of this happens in a flash of time.

I’m no Dummy!

I decide to just stand here,

stained shirt, burning skin, tears in my eyes,

and wait on life’s comedian, Fate!

Surely, there’s something else the evil bastard can throw at me,

before I get on with my day?

Bring it ON!

 

by Don Bobbitt, October, 2015

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Damn Cold! Kindness and patience are not virtues of a sick man.

Why am I Sad?

Why am I Mad?

Why do I want to just………..

WELL,

i’ve had this Cold for 3 damn days!

with a nose so Red I could lead Santa’s Sleigh!

My lungs are so congested

just breathing sounds

like gravel

rattling in an old tin can.

And my joints don’t just ache,

they throb ….. with each breath I take.

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The Wonder of it all

Sometimes,

just Sometimes,

Not all of the time, mind you,

but Sometimes,

I Wonder!

By Don Bobbitt, August, 2015

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