Folks, I’m working on a few post for tomorrow evening, but until then, please enjoy some more phoctober goodness and some besotted scribbles.
P.S.: I do not condone drinking!
Take my hands in yours; let me gaze into
Your angelic eyes. Let me observe your
Heavenly voice, tease me, release me
Of this passionate spell that only your
Kiss can set me free of.
I am like a caged bird looking
For the key. Be my Aphrodite, be my
Venus, be my Eve, unbind my wings.
Love me like the budgerygah you are,
O’ beloved one.
I want to awake in the morn’ sun,
And see you, to be able to touch you,
And hear your heart flutter.
Then; my love, my beloved hen,
This keyhole, which is etched in my soul can
Be filled. Then I can arise
With a smile. I shall not have to
Dread the coop shaped sunrise that
Makes you a vestige upon my thoughts ‘til I
Can close my eyes and slumber once more.
-Jefferson Davis-
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In lurve again, JD?
Love the shots of the bottles – beautifully done – as always!
Good to see you hitting the bottle JD. I never thought of budgies as being romantic. hehe. Although they can be taught to sweet talk!.
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Well, if that doesn’t do the trick then at least you can have a slug of whiskey.
Love is in the air……
blueifed one, quite nice. I like lost and found elements in imagery.
I am afraid on the poem I’m stuck on the word budgerygah, bit like sticky tape stuck to my mind, keep trying to shake it off, but can’t, wondering “what the heck is that? What does that word mean?”
Taffiny. . .get used to needing a dictionary for JDs prose! He’s very eloquent and has a greatly expanded vocabulary . . .a budgerygah or budgerigar or budgie as we Aussies affectionately call them, are little Australian native grass parrots that Europeans delight in keeping within the confines of a cage. Warbly little chatterboxes they are.
JD did you delete my previous comment Sir?
bueno Baino, thank you.
Vanilla, no love here, I’m afraid.
I’ve had a terrible sinus infection of sorts for the past few days. Otherwise, I would have visited you all.
Baino, I figured you’d get the meaning of “budgerygah”. They being from down under and all.
I needed another word for love bird, so there you go. 
Minx, thanks for the lovely comment. I’m afraid love is not in the air, or at least where I reside, it isn’t.
Perhaps it still exist somewhere? 
Taffiny, I’m terribly sorry about the post. That scribble, or as I like to call them, ramblings that occasionally rhyme, are feelings squished into three to five stanza’s that make utterly no sense whatsoever.
But, on occasion, I write a “poem” that’ll knock your socks off. 
Sorry for using “budgerygah’. I could’ve just used love bird again. 
Baino, you are too kind!!!
Just beautiful! I find the use of “budgerygah” very warm and endearing. I love these birds!
Endearing. I would expect nothing less.
Vesper, I hadn’t realised that you left a comment. Sorry. I think we can all understand the caged bird scenario.
LatinWlf, Thank you.
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