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

 

 

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

Copyright, Don Bobbitt, 2009, All Rights Reserved

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A Kiss is just a Kiss – reflections from another generation.

A KISS is Just a KISS – thoughts from a Classic Movie during the horrors and inequities of Wartime

The Pains inflicted during WWII
In those years of the second World War, the world wasn’t just involved in a military conflict. Rather, I say it was involved in a war of ideals.

These were such lofty ideals as human freedoms; freedoms of speech, thought, religion and the freedom to live together as humans.

I ‘m not writing this forum to preach about the purity of the thoughts of people on either side of the conflict, nor am I attempting to define or or demean the children of either side for their personal feelings about the warriors of the time who died and survived.

No, I’ll not be preaching to you or at you. Instead, I just want you to listen to a simple song of those times.

It’s a song that reverberated so strongly with a generation of warriors, wives and families at the time that it became a classic everyone knew the words to.

Yet today, after all these years, it is nearly unknown to most of today’s generation of music lovers.

If you are still wondering about this song, I’m talking about, that’s understandable. The song was almost haphazardly stuck into the middle of a classic black-and-white movie called Casablanca.

The movie itself has, stood the tests of time as a classic example of what people, normal everyday people, had to do and give up, just to survive in those horrendous times of WWII.

You see, people were often arrested or even shot just because of an errant word spoken  in front of the wrong person.

People were imprisoned for what was simply a suspected slight to the wrong person.

People were placed in front of firing squads for having the wrong documents with them as they traveled around the world.

And yes, some people were placed in gas chambers just because of their ethnicity.

But I will not beat on this much wounded horse anymore. We all know that the atrocities were real and the pains suffered by so many people were beyond unbearable.

Just a Song in a Movie
War! Love! Spies! Exotic Countries! Intrigue! What else can you ask for in a movie, regardless of when it was made.

I just want you, my fellow human beings, to read the short collection of words and then hear them sung, oh so lightly then, and by some other artists, since then.

Words that reflect a worlds feelings that even they did not know were unique and special reflections; of a generation’s acceptance of horrors of their times, and their individual battles for their freedoms.

Words, sung with feeling and for effect, of course, in a classic movie scene.

The words of a simple piano player, sung in a raucous bar full of people in a strange land, that if you listen closely, and consider the dangers surrounding everyone in the scene, can tear at your heart strings.

If you just take the time to see, hear and feel their power.

Lyrics of a song of its time
Too often, songs with great lyrics can become famous and especially popular just because of the popularity of the writers or the singers, and their popularity at the time.

This classic song is more poetry than just a song.

It is more a pained reflection of a time of world wars, confusing futures and savage devastations.

Read them as the Poetry they are;

This day and age we’re living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension.

Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein’s theory.
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension

And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed.

You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.

And when two lovers woo
They still say, “I love you.”
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate.
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny.

It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

© 1931 Warner Bros. Music Corporation, ASCAP

Read my article on this classic movie, Casablanca and how much the song meant to a whole generation, not so long ago!

by Don Bobbitt, 2014

Click on the link below to watch the scene of “PALY IT AGAIN SAM! in Casablanca;

PLAY IT AGAIN SAM

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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Copyright, Don Bobbitt, January, 2017, All Rights Reserved.

 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)