<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:01:30.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temppixie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-3013128975660413335</id><published>2008-01-08T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:08:40.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea and Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimbo2/2180186454/" title="beachsally 043 by kimbo2, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2012/2180186454_8020d0b2c8.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="beachsally 043" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I visited the beach today&lt;br /&gt;where once my lover and i used to tread,&lt;br /&gt;Now only memories of our footsteps in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;where once we walked and whispered hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-3013128975660413335?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/3013128975660413335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=3013128975660413335' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/3013128975660413335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/3013128975660413335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2008/01/sea-and-sand.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Sea and Sand&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2012/2180186454_8020d0b2c8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-5002624929740487304</id><published>2007-10-19T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:08:06.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>Times, past remembered&lt;br /&gt;with a wish upon my lips&lt;br /&gt;and to feel your smooth&lt;br /&gt;caressess, and your hand&lt;br /&gt;upon my hips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-5002624929740487304?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/5002624929740487304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=5002624929740487304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/5002624929740487304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/5002624929740487304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2007/10/remenbering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-117641420030833438</id><published>2007-04-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:29:45.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finest Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimbo2/2180223894/" title="bluebells by kimbo2, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2042/2180223894_9de47aa59f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="bluebells" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you to the bluebell woods,&lt;br /&gt;Lie down amongst the flowers,&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you my pink rosebud,&lt;br /&gt;and you can play with it for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you to the bluebell woods,&lt;br /&gt;where the heavy scent of wild garlic&lt;br /&gt;and arousal fills the air,&lt;br /&gt;We'll lie down amongst the flowers&lt;br /&gt;our pleasures hidden&lt;br /&gt;from those who seek to see,&lt;br /&gt;You will bow my little goblin,&lt;br /&gt;and bring out the pixie in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-117641420030833438?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/117641420030833438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=117641420030833438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>To not drink so much&lt;br /&gt;not to overeat&lt;br /&gt;cut down on my smoking&lt;br /&gt;and try and touch my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Take up yoga again&lt;br /&gt;open up my heart&lt;br /&gt;find a man that's suitable&lt;br /&gt;well that's a reasonable start.&lt;br /&gt;Travel to new horizons&lt;br /&gt;look at others point of view,&lt;br /&gt;but how is this all posible&lt;br /&gt;when I'm here without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-116819650923261977?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/116819650923261977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=116819650923261977' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/116819650923261977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/116819650923261977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-116414835566489908</id><published>2006-11-21T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T14:32:35.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93569391@N00/303069505/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/118/303069505_0b9ce7633b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="coventry 010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red sky at night:&lt;br /&gt;It’s bonfire night.&lt;br /&gt;Red sky in the morning:&lt;br /&gt;My true love is dawning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-116414835566489908?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/116414835566489908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=116414835566489908' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/116414835566489908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/116414835566489908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/11/burn.html' title='Burn'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-116414807168206210</id><published>2006-11-21T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T14:27:51.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ramblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old wives tales,&lt;br /&gt;what's that all about?&lt;br /&gt;You mean young single girls&lt;br /&gt;can't have sayings?&lt;br /&gt;What do they really mean?&lt;br /&gt;You know:&lt;br /&gt;'When one door closes,&lt;br /&gt;another one opens.'&lt;br /&gt;That’s because he slammed the door so hard&lt;br /&gt;on the way out that&lt;br /&gt;the backdraft caused the other one to open!&lt;br /&gt;'Every cloud has a silver lining:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but when I look up at it,&lt;br /&gt;a seagull shits in my eye!&lt;br /&gt;'The grass is always greener on the other side.'&lt;br /&gt;What they don't tell you is your boots get covered in shit&lt;br /&gt;trying to get there!&lt;br /&gt;'A bird in the hand is worth two in ..........'&lt;br /&gt;I ain't even going there!&lt;br /&gt;(Well I have ... but that’s a different post!)&lt;br /&gt;So what’s the modern equivalent?&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;Over to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-116414807168206210?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/116414807168206210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=116414807168206210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/116414807168206210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/116414807168206210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/11/ramblings-old-wives-tales-whats-that.html' title=''/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-116334816768058106</id><published>2006-11-12T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T08:19:55.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93569391@N00/295423620/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/117/295423620_d0055b8d7e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="coventry 044" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to squirrel away all my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;piece by piece.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I’m a little nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-116334816768058106?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/116334816768058106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=116334816768058106' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/116334816768058106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/116334816768058106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-going-to-squirrel-away-all-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-115901945513132463</id><published>2006-09-23T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T06:50:55.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You</title><content type='html'>Only you can hear my blushes&lt;br /&gt;on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can see my secret smile&lt;br /&gt;out in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can taste my burning desire&lt;br /&gt;hidden deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can know what my reply is&lt;br /&gt;before you ask the question.&lt;br /&gt;Only you have the ability&lt;br /&gt;to drive me insane.&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;can ease this pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-115901945513132463?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/115901945513132463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=115901945513132463' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/115901945513132463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/115901945513132463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/09/only-you.html' title='Only You'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-115614555407847399</id><published>2006-08-21T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:33:10.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93569391@N00/220815712/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="pic" src="http://static.flickr.com/74/220815712_519a26a975.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun sets&lt;br /&gt;through the temple of Apollo&lt;br /&gt;a serenity descends upon me.&lt;br /&gt;The wanton goddess&lt;br /&gt;inside me is aroused&lt;br /&gt;with the promise of the full moon to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-115614555407847399?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/115614555407847399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=115614555407847399' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/115614555407847399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/115614555407847399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-sun-sets-through-temple-of-apollo.html' title=''/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-115195324305748701</id><published>2006-07-03T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:00:43.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93569391@N00/180903296/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/65/180903296_e6c4bdc7e4.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="haven" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-115195324305748701?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/115195324305748701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=115195324305748701' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/115195324305748701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/115195324305748701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/07/haven.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Haven&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-115187291907952402</id><published>2006-07-02T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T06:15:39.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I am sorry I have not posted for a while, but been busy moving house.Was actually homeless for a month with delay on new place. In the end I sat in the solicitor's office for 2 hrs until he got it sorted! It wasn't all bad tho'. Hired a holiday let overlooking Brixham harbour, sat and watched the sun sets( Photos will follow!)Have now settled in, all boxes and PC unpacked. It was very therapeutic going thru all my old photos and letters etc, some I kept, others I discarded as they no longer hold a tug on the heart strings.New home, new hair do, new resolve! Have booked up my month long trip to Greece, Island-hopping by myself, end of july till end of Aug. Will try and set up blog so I can keep you updated on my progress and adventure! Only black spot on the horizon is I have finally had to admit defeat and middle age, and pick up my first pair of glasses tomorrow. Will update my photo so you can all make suitable comments!&lt;br /&gt;Reflections on the last 2 months:&lt;br /&gt;Life is definitely for living.&lt;br /&gt;In the UK we moan about the cold, and after 2 hot days, moan about that as well! ( not me tho')&lt;br /&gt;If you smile nicely, big burly men will help you carry heavy things!&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;There are people who come into your life, and make you a better person, and even tho they leave, (in all senses) they still stay with you, in your heart...&lt;br /&gt;oh and 8 vodkas, followed by 5 shots will make you ill!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-115187291907952402?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/115187291907952402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=115187291907952402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/115187291907952402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/115187291907952402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-114564724842282825</id><published>2006-04-21T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T06:52:54.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><content type='html'>I met a cool cat last night.&lt;br /&gt;You know the sort&lt;br /&gt;mean and moody.&lt;br /&gt;Hooded eyes&lt;br /&gt;Two days growth.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a black leather jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking,&lt;br /&gt;and drinking scotch on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;The sort girls always give a second look.&lt;br /&gt;The sort on a hot tin roof.&lt;br /&gt;( Or in this case down the local.&lt;br /&gt;listening to Dave play the blues.)&lt;br /&gt;He leaned over, all meaningful,&lt;br /&gt;and asked if I was a lady?&lt;br /&gt;I replied yes last time I looked,&lt;br /&gt;but was he a gentleman?&lt;br /&gt;He ordered another scotch,&lt;br /&gt;and asked what I thought he was?&lt;br /&gt;'A cool Cat', my response.&lt;br /&gt;Still cool, when he told me he lived in Belgium.&lt;br /&gt;Still cool, when talking about the bands he'd seen there.&lt;br /&gt;Warmer, when telling me he was over here for the summer,&lt;br /&gt;visiting his mum.&lt;br /&gt;I lost interest when he told me he was a golf coach.&lt;br /&gt;Cool cats I dig,&lt;br /&gt;but swingers?&lt;br /&gt;No way man,&lt;br /&gt;A lady has to have some principles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-114564724842282825?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114564724842282825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=114564724842282825' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114564724842282825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114564724842282825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-114407365683440266</id><published>2006-04-03T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:44:15.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in your life&lt;br /&gt;when you know something is going to happen&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you say or do.&lt;br /&gt;The inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;No escape.&lt;br /&gt;So it was the first time I caught your eye.&lt;br /&gt;We smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Nodded.&lt;br /&gt;Each acknowledging our own sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;Others around were oblivious&lt;br /&gt;to the dance we had started.&lt;br /&gt;So it started.&lt;br /&gt;We did the waltz,&lt;br /&gt;the tango,&lt;br /&gt;and, in a fully crowded room,&lt;br /&gt;the quickstep.&lt;br /&gt;The hand on the back&lt;br /&gt;lingered just a little too long&lt;br /&gt;as we talked.&lt;br /&gt;Bodies pressed just a little too close&lt;br /&gt;as we passed by each other.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes locked for more than the 10 second rule.&lt;br /&gt;Neither one wanted to take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;Each taking turns.&lt;br /&gt;Then temptation could not be resisted.&lt;br /&gt;Our escape was barred.&lt;br /&gt;Texts followed.&lt;br /&gt;Invitations were made.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;three weeks after our first lesson,&lt;br /&gt;i find myself&lt;br /&gt;in the early hours&lt;br /&gt;outside your door.&lt;br /&gt;Few words were spoken.&lt;br /&gt;(Our mouths were on each other)&lt;br /&gt;Exploring.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting.&lt;br /&gt;Needing.&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty for yet more knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Your moves were more practiced than mine.&lt;br /&gt;I was a willing pupil however.&lt;br /&gt;As we moved to the bedroom,&lt;br /&gt;our costumes were discarded,&lt;br /&gt;our masks removed.&lt;br /&gt;We were in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;The here and now.&lt;br /&gt;No tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;No yesteryears.&lt;br /&gt;We stood in awe of our own nakedness,&lt;br /&gt;each looking at a reflection of our own body.&lt;br /&gt;Tender.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle.&lt;br /&gt;So soft.&lt;br /&gt;Our last dance to be learnt.&lt;br /&gt;The horizontal rumba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-114407365683440266?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114407365683440266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=114407365683440266' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114407365683440266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114407365683440266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/04/moments-there-are-moments-in-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-114183857264324464</id><published>2006-03-08T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:39:31.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In flames.</title><content type='html'>You rouse in me a hunger&lt;br /&gt;you set on fire my lust.&lt;br /&gt;You bring out my passion&lt;br /&gt;I think I will combust!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-114183857264324464?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114183857264324464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=114183857264324464' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114183857264324464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114183857264324464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-flames.html' title='In flames.'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-114183834382319002</id><published>2006-03-08T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:43:11.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching</title><content type='html'>I need to escape&lt;br /&gt;this cold dark land&lt;br /&gt;for warmer climes,&lt;br /&gt;to slowly defrost&lt;br /&gt;my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-114183834382319002?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114183834382319002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=114183834382319002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114183834382319002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114183834382319002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/03/searching.html' title='Searching'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-114183786011624143</id><published>2006-03-08T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:11:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for myself</title><content type='html'>Home will bad cold and sore throat,&lt;br /&gt;feeling sorry for myself,&lt;br /&gt;wishing someone was here to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;Even so...&lt;br /&gt;Naughty thought for today....&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;rubbing Vic on my chest...&lt;br /&gt;Getting high on the vapours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-114183786011624143?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114183786011624143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=114183786011624143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114183786011624143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114183786011624143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry-for-myself.html' title='Sorry for myself'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-114072490193873614</id><published>2006-02-23T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:01:41.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Anniversary of my Blog.</title><content type='html'>Just realised I've been doing this madness for 1 yr now!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to share 2 of my earlier poems.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of selling and buying houses&lt;br /&gt;so not much time for new stuf.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-114072490193873614?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114072490193873614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=114072490193873614' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114072490193873614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114072490193873614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-anniversary-of-my-blog_23.html' title='First Anniversary of my Blog.'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-114072474579185848</id><published>2006-02-23T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:59:05.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty thought for today!</title><content type='html'>A naughty thought&lt;br /&gt;crosses my mind.....&lt;br /&gt;Creme caramel on me......&lt;br /&gt;.....and you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-114072474579185848?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114072474579185848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=114072474579185848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114072474579185848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114072474579185848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/naughty-thought-for-today.html' title='Naughty thought for today!'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-114072447688786265</id><published>2006-02-23T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:54:36.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings of a middle aged women.</title><content type='html'>Let me entertain you, with these thoughts inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;I promise they won’t give you nightmares, when you’re lying in your bed.&lt;br /&gt;If I could put a few together, then they might make some sense,&lt;br /&gt;And if I could relax, then I wouldn’t be so tense.&lt;br /&gt;I think my guardian angel, is a devil in disguise,&lt;br /&gt;And my rose coloured glasses have just hoodwinked my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The snow is black, when I know it should be white&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is out in the day, and the sun at night.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be feeling, but what I’m just not sure&lt;br /&gt;And I can hear a bell ringing, but someone is knocking at the door.&lt;br /&gt;My heart it has a sign up, saying "Danger, Keep Away!"&lt;br /&gt;"Gone to lunch – back soon – try again another day!"&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I’m not friendly, or want to get too close,&lt;br /&gt;But I tried love once, not sure if I want another dose.&lt;br /&gt;I’m back on my feet again, after being knocked down&lt;br /&gt;And I’m quite enjoying, painting red the town.&lt;br /&gt;So hang on in there baby, I’ll even throw you a line.&lt;br /&gt;Even a heart can mend, given enough love and time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-114072447688786265?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/114072447688786265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=114072447688786265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114072447688786265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/114072447688786265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/rantings-of-middle-aged-women.html' title='Rantings of a middle aged women.'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-113913002734122216</id><published>2006-02-05T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:00:27.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are places in this world&lt;br /&gt;that make my heart skip a beat,&lt;br /&gt;and feed my soul.&lt;br /&gt;That view on the way to work,&lt;br /&gt;as I turn the corner,&lt;br /&gt;with the whole of the Bay&lt;br /&gt;spread out before me.&lt;br /&gt;The top of Mount Snowdon&lt;br /&gt;on a cold day at sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;A far off land, looking down the valley&lt;br /&gt;at the bridge between two lakes in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;Lying in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;still warm in our afterglow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-113913002734122216?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113913002734122216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=113913002734122216' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113913002734122216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113913002734122216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/02/places.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Places&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-113658115374343893</id><published>2006-01-06T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:44:31.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Gone By</title><content type='html'>I'm back in another time and place,&lt;br /&gt;with a lover's fingers on my body,&lt;br /&gt;and kisses upon my face.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the radio,&lt;br /&gt;up at the stars we stare,&lt;br /&gt;as very , very ,slowly,&lt;br /&gt;he relieves me of &lt;br /&gt;my underwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-113658115374343893?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113658115374343893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=113658115374343893' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113658115374343893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113658115374343893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2006/01/times-gone-by.html' title='Times Gone By'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-113502565381360460</id><published>2005-12-19T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T12:54:13.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>Once again on christmas morn&lt;br /&gt;I'll arise with kids on the bed&lt;br /&gt;opening their stockings.&lt;br /&gt;Then downstairs to a hearty breakfast&lt;br /&gt;and presents from under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be laughter,&lt;br /&gt;good food,&lt;br /&gt;good booze,&lt;br /&gt;and good cheer.&lt;br /&gt;But underneath all that,&lt;br /&gt;a gentle sadness,&lt;br /&gt;because you're not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of my mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-113502565381360460?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113502565381360460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=113502565381360460' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113502565381360460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113502565381360460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/12/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-113459293230634312</id><published>2005-12-14T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:13:37.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts</title><content type='html'>I glance up,&lt;br /&gt;at the luminous full moon,&lt;br /&gt;and saw clouds&lt;br /&gt;and ghosts of past love&lt;br /&gt;haunt the contours of her face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-113459293230634312?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113459293230634312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=113459293230634312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113459293230634312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113459293230634312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/12/ghosts.html' title='Ghosts'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-113269479266775052</id><published>2005-11-22T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T13:26:32.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Affair</title><content type='html'>We meet again,&lt;br /&gt;after far too long apart, &lt;br /&gt;and fall back into each others arms,&lt;br /&gt;and my bed.&lt;br /&gt;That precious time,&lt;br /&gt;wipes away the longing,&lt;br /&gt;the fears,&lt;br /&gt;and tears.&lt;br /&gt;All too quickley,&lt;br /&gt;we must part again.&lt;br /&gt;And although I have a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is heavy...&lt;br /&gt;....till the next time,&lt;br /&gt;my love,&lt;br /&gt;the next time! mmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-113269479266775052?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113269479266775052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=113269479266775052' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113269479266775052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113269479266775052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/11/brief-affair.html' title='A Brief Affair'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-113115898728610179</id><published>2005-11-04T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:49:47.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Hurts!</title><content type='html'>You asked me to tell the truth tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you,&lt;br /&gt;How much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know,&lt;br /&gt;I know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;That would hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;Destroy what you have.&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much,&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-113115898728610179?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/113115898728610179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=113115898728610179' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113115898728610179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/113115898728610179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/11/truth-hurts.html' title='Truth Hurts!'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-112862865244679430</id><published>2005-10-06T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T12:57:32.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South For The Winter</title><content type='html'>South for the Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a flock of geese today,&lt;br /&gt;In formation.&lt;br /&gt;Migrating to warmer climes.&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could forget your love,&lt;br /&gt;and follow them.&lt;br /&gt;South for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe this frozen heart&lt;br /&gt;would defrost,&lt;br /&gt;and I could return in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;Warmer.&lt;br /&gt;To a fresh life,&lt;br /&gt;and a new love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postscript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I’ll hire a sunbed,&lt;br /&gt;and dream,&lt;br /&gt;and hope....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-112862865244679430?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/112862865244679430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=112862865244679430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112862865244679430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112862865244679430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/10/south-for-winter_06.html' title='South For The Winter'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-112802995892669338</id><published>2005-09-29T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:39:18.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing</title><content type='html'>Tonight I have vodka in my mouth &lt;br /&gt;and you on my mind....&lt;br /&gt;Wish it was the other way around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-112802995892669338?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/112802995892669338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=112802995892669338' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112802995892669338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112802995892669338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/09/wishing.html' title='Wishing'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-112378935509842912</id><published>2005-08-11T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:42:35.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix</title><content type='html'>Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A call from above,&lt;br /&gt;wakes me from my slumbers below.&lt;br /&gt;I raise my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and see a buzzard,&lt;br /&gt;circling alone,&lt;br /&gt;high in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;then spiral down towards me,&lt;br /&gt;catch a thermal,&lt;br /&gt;and, like a phoenix,&lt;br /&gt; rise again.&lt;br /&gt;I carry on snoozing,&lt;br /&gt;aware of its continued journey&lt;br /&gt;and calling.&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later,&lt;br /&gt;a deeper call, followed by the higher,&lt;br /&gt;seduces my eyes skyward again.&lt;br /&gt;She has found company&lt;br /&gt;in her solace.&lt;br /&gt;Were that I could do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-112378935509842912?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/112378935509842912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=112378935509842912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112378935509842912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112378935509842912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/08/phoenix.html' title='Phoenix'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-112352505357583048</id><published>2005-08-08T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:17:33.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5518/755/1600/PHOTO%202751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5518/755/320/PHOTO%202751.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-112352505357583048?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/112352505357583048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=112352505357583048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112352505357583048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112352505357583048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/08/diving.html' title='Diving'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-112352416380328598</id><published>2005-08-08T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:49:34.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My son diving, off the Barrier Reef</title><content type='html'>My son has now returned from his travels, so I thought I would share one of my favorite photo he took whilst away. For those that have read previous post, it was nice meeting the man he's become!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-112352416380328598?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/112352416380328598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=112352416380328598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112352416380328598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112352416380328598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-son-diving-off-barrier-reef.html' title='My son diving, off the Barrier Reef'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-112352195574853465</id><published>2005-08-08T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:19:54.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cures All</title><content type='html'>Today was the first.&lt;br /&gt;The first morning I had woken&lt;br /&gt;and you were not the first thing&lt;br /&gt;on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Instead it felt like heard of elephants&lt;br /&gt;were stomping all over&lt;br /&gt;my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hangover of all mothers!&lt;br /&gt;I rose gracefully. from my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Well, alright, got up, staggered,&lt;br /&gt;sat down again, and repeated until&lt;br /&gt;I could stand up straight.&lt;br /&gt;Stomped downstairs,&lt;br /&gt; in time with the elephants,&lt;br /&gt; reached for the paracetamol,&lt;br /&gt;and a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;I read the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;‘For mild to moderate pain, including,&lt;br /&gt;headaches, backache, toothache etc.’&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped the list might include&lt;br /&gt;heartache.&lt;br /&gt;That taking 1 to 2 tablets,&lt;br /&gt;every four hours,&lt;br /&gt;might cure the ache,&lt;br /&gt;the longing,&lt;br /&gt;the loss.&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;So I took them anyway,&lt;br /&gt;and went back upstairs to bed.&lt;br /&gt;With the elephants keeping me company,&lt;br /&gt;in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-112352195574853465?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/112352195574853465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=112352195574853465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112352195574853465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/112352195574853465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/08/cures-all.html' title='Cures All'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111878338636723755</id><published>2005-06-14T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:04:14.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Imitates Art</title><content type='html'>Farewell my love,&lt;br /&gt;My one heart's desire.&lt;br /&gt;Like a Lenkiewicz painting,&lt;br /&gt;There is a you-shaped hole,&lt;br /&gt;Where my heart used to be.&lt;br /&gt;As you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;So far away.&lt;br /&gt;On soft summer nights,&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear my sighs&lt;br /&gt;Float on the light breeze?&lt;br /&gt;That is not rain you hear&lt;br /&gt;On your trees outside,&lt;br /&gt;But my tears slowly falling.&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will hear a torrent,&lt;br /&gt;Pass by your door.&lt;br /&gt;Eroding the soil,&lt;br /&gt;To the earth's very core.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you did:&lt;br /&gt;Slowly wore me away,&lt;br /&gt;'till like an ox-bow lake,&lt;br /&gt;I was left stranded,&lt;br /&gt;Isolated.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for some one,&lt;br /&gt;To fill me again.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lenkiewicz.org/component/option,com_wrapper/Itemid,75/"&gt;Link to Lenkiewicz Paintings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on the site, go to page 2, Project 8 (Jealousy).  The specific painting is called &lt;strong&gt;Man Watching Woman Walk Away&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111878338636723755?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111878338636723755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111878338636723755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111878338636723755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111878338636723755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-imitates-art.html' title='Life Imitates Art'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111783658302969584</id><published>2005-06-03T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T15:09:43.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my son and a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimbo2/17288931/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17288931_08a7832e37_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimbo2/17288931/"&gt;my son and a friend&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kimbo2/"&gt;kimbo2&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111783658302969584?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111783658302969584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111783658302969584' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111783658302969584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111783658302969584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-son-and-friend.html' title='my son and a friend'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111783139015621757</id><published>2005-06-03T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:43:10.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Style!</title><content type='html'>Hitting a block at the moment,&lt;br /&gt;but have been ordered to make a post,&lt;br /&gt;so new format,&lt;br /&gt;I will post my ramblings,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe the responses,&lt;br /&gt;(fueled by vodka!)&lt;br /&gt;may release some prose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Why is a good man hard to find,&lt;br /&gt; but it's the bad men we enjoy the best!!??....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite lyric at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You moved like honey in my dreams last night&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, some old fires were burning.&lt;br /&gt;You came near to me and you endeared to me,&lt;br /&gt;But you couldn't quite discern me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From Fiona Apple- Tidal&lt;br /&gt;Slow like Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else heard of this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111783139015621757?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111783139015621757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111783139015621757' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111783139015621757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111783139015621757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-style.html' title='New Style!'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111514898101333515</id><published>2005-05-03T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:36:21.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>I saw a picture of you today,&lt;br /&gt;and all those old feelings and memories&lt;br /&gt;came flooding back to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;How I used to hold you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;stare into those big brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and fall into them,&lt;br /&gt;and in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I swore my undying love,&lt;br /&gt;that I would never let you go,&lt;br /&gt;let harm come to you.&lt;br /&gt;But you left anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a different face smiling back at me today.&lt;br /&gt;Different from the one I last watched 8 months ago,&lt;br /&gt;as I put a boy on a train.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see the man you are becoming.&lt;br /&gt;You've had your adventures&lt;br /&gt;as you've travelled the world.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see that self-assured confidence&lt;br /&gt;shining through from the otherside of the globe.&lt;br /&gt;You have the world&lt;br /&gt;(and the girls!)&lt;br /&gt;at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to see you grow, mature,&lt;br /&gt;from boyhood to manhood.&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to a boy, all those months ago,&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to say hello to the man, in a few more.&lt;br /&gt;A boy,&lt;br /&gt;A man,&lt;br /&gt;My son.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see who you have become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111514898101333515?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111514898101333515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111514898101333515' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111514898101333515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111514898101333515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/05/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111385417069130648</id><published>2005-04-18T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:56:10.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool For Love</title><content type='html'>Unrequited love,&lt;br /&gt;What a fool it makes of me.&lt;br /&gt;I suffer , I hurt,&lt;br /&gt;When his moonlike face, I cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;Excuses I make,&lt;br /&gt;To go to where he might be.&lt;br /&gt;My longing, my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Are only of he.&lt;br /&gt;But what if?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;He can return these feelings of mine,&lt;br /&gt;We’ve played this cat and mouse game,&lt;br /&gt;For far too long a time.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Like the fairytales,&lt;br /&gt;It will all turn out just fine.&lt;br /&gt;That’s it,&lt;br /&gt;I know now,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve finally lost my mind!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111385417069130648?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111385417069130648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111385417069130648' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111385417069130648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111385417069130648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/04/fool-for-love.html' title='Fool For Love'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111385407206713607</id><published>2005-04-18T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:54:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>I want to make love to you,&lt;br /&gt;In my bed,&lt;br /&gt;So that long after you’ve gone&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel you here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Smell you,&lt;br /&gt;In the bed clothes,&lt;br /&gt;And pretend that you’re still with me.&lt;br /&gt;The memory of it all&lt;br /&gt;Will linger on,&lt;br /&gt;Long long, after you’ve gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111385407206713607?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111385407206713607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111385407206713607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111385407206713607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111385407206713607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/04/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111385389023373055</id><published>2005-04-18T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:51:30.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senses</title><content type='html'>My ears cannot hear you&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blind&lt;br /&gt;My mouth cannot taste you&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is numb&lt;br /&gt;My arms cannot hold you&lt;br /&gt;My will is weak&lt;br /&gt;All sense and senses are gone&lt;br /&gt;And only you have the power&lt;br /&gt;To restore me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111385389023373055?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111385389023373055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111385389023373055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111385389023373055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111385389023373055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/04/senses.html' title='Senses'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111307008420421583</id><published>2005-04-09T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:08:04.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footsteps</title><content type='html'>I follow in your footsteps,&lt;br /&gt;Through the woods&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who’s been here before,&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;In the woods&lt;br /&gt;And whose footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Am I really walking in?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really care?&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;They are not&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find any reassurance&lt;br /&gt;In that&lt;br /&gt;Though I try hard to.&lt;br /&gt;I give up on thought&lt;br /&gt;And turn to nature&lt;br /&gt;To nurture me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111307008420421583?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111307008420421583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111307008420421583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111307008420421583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111307008420421583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/04/footsteps.html' title='Footsteps'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111307001898002984</id><published>2005-04-09T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:06:58.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warlock</title><content type='html'>He weaves a spell on me&lt;br /&gt;Like an early morning mist&lt;br /&gt;Makes my world full of possibilities&lt;br /&gt;With just one little kiss&lt;br /&gt;He pulls on a cloak of illusion&lt;br /&gt;And takes me to a higher plane&lt;br /&gt;My head and heart are spinning&lt;br /&gt;Nothing again will be the same&lt;br /&gt;He makes the impossible seem real&lt;br /&gt;That even dreams can come true&lt;br /&gt;I hope this magic will continue&lt;br /&gt;Or I’ll have to learn a spell or two!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111307001898002984?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111307001898002984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111307001898002984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111307001898002984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111307001898002984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/04/warlock.html' title='Warlock'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111255278514936323</id><published>2005-04-03T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:26:25.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>I wake up with him on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;naughty thoughts going thru’ my head,&lt;br /&gt;wanting him to kiss and touch me,&lt;br /&gt;then drag me off, and ravish me in bed!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we seem so very close,&lt;br /&gt;others like we are miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;Does he know he has this effect on me?&lt;br /&gt;and gives me butterflies in my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111255278514936323?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111255278514936323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111255278514936323' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111255278514936323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111255278514936323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/04/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111255269769753352</id><published>2005-04-03T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:24:57.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path Of Life</title><content type='html'>I walk along the path&lt;br /&gt;Towards the empty part of the shore&lt;br /&gt;Away from the crowds and clutter&lt;br /&gt;So I can clear my thoughts and head&lt;br /&gt;The sun reflects off the water&lt;br /&gt;Like an old 8mm film&lt;br /&gt;Light refracting, blinding&lt;br /&gt;I loose my footing&lt;br /&gt;Slipping off the path&lt;br /&gt;A raised hand shields my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like I’m hailing a long lost friend&lt;br /&gt;I stop and look back along the beach&lt;br /&gt;The jostling, noise, already forgotten&lt;br /&gt;A gull cries insults from above&lt;br /&gt;And once more I loose my co-ordination&lt;br /&gt;In the sun&lt;br /&gt;I step out once more, feeling the soft&lt;br /&gt;Sand underfoot,&lt;br /&gt;The warmth soaks thru to my bones&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts out of my head&lt;br /&gt;I drink in the serenity and beauty&lt;br /&gt;Of my surroundings&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111255269769753352?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111255269769753352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111255269769753352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111255269769753352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111255269769753352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/04/path-of-life.html' title='The Path Of Life'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111221123163135208</id><published>2005-03-30T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:33:51.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And What Of Parenthood?&lt;br /&gt;They’re cute as babies&lt;br /&gt;Terrible when toddlers&lt;br /&gt;And near on impossible as teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;My only role seems to be as referee&lt;br /&gt;Between their spats.&lt;br /&gt;And then as if by magic&lt;br /&gt;They turn on me!&lt;br /&gt;But I’m preparing them for life,&lt;br /&gt;The world outside.&lt;br /&gt;How to win an argument&lt;br /&gt;How to get out of a job&lt;br /&gt;How to con money out of middleaged defenceless ladies,&lt;br /&gt;And how to melt a heart&lt;br /&gt;With one little smile,&lt;br /&gt;Three words,&lt;br /&gt;One kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111221123163135208?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111221123163135208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111221123163135208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111221123163135208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111221123163135208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-what-of-parenthood-theyre-cute-as.html' title=''/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111212888468782580</id><published>2005-03-29T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:41:24.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New beginnings, old endings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His touches me in ways, no other has touched me&lt;br /&gt;He moves me inside, in a way I’ve never been moved&lt;br /&gt;His sings to my soul, a tune I’ve not heard before&lt;br /&gt;He holds me in his arms, all consuming and safe&lt;br /&gt;He has a look in his eye, I cannot distinguish&lt;br /&gt;He has a place in my heart, I cannot relinquish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111212888468782580?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111212888468782580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111212888468782580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111212888468782580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111212888468782580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-beginnings-old-endings-his-touches.html' title=''/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111151690980834300</id><published>2005-03-22T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T09:06:26.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Early One Morning&lt;br /&gt;Early,&lt;br /&gt;I park the car and watch.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the waves mimic each other,&lt;br /&gt;as they play chase to the seashore.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is already high,&lt;br /&gt;iluminating a yellow path over them,&lt;br /&gt;and towards me.&lt;br /&gt;I try to remember wave formation&lt;br /&gt;I was taught over thirty years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;So I just submit myself to its&lt;br /&gt;serene beauty instead.&lt;br /&gt;And wait for time to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111151690980834300?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111151690980834300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111151690980834300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111151690980834300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111151690980834300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/03/early-one-morning-early-i-park-car-and.html' title=''/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111100704344994826</id><published>2005-03-16T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:04:03.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instructions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tread lightly underfoot&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;Save you trample on emotions&lt;br /&gt;Deeply hidden underground.&lt;br /&gt;Touch softly, skin,&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;Arouse in me deep desires&lt;br /&gt;Slowly burning beneath.&lt;br /&gt;Transform slowly, feelings,&lt;br /&gt;My love,&lt;br /&gt;Find the key to my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Brightly shining, inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111100704344994826?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111100704344994826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111100704344994826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111100704344994826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111100704344994826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/03/instructions-tread-lightly-underfoot.html' title=''/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-111100681311094813</id><published>2005-03-16T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:00:13.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its All UpHill!&lt;br /&gt;I walk up the hill&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Drinking in the view.&lt;br /&gt;I get to the top,&lt;br /&gt;Sit, and catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;It’s difficult,&lt;br /&gt;As the scene before me&lt;br /&gt;Is breathtaking in itself.&lt;br /&gt;The cliffs float down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Which disappears into the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;The sun glances off the water&lt;br /&gt;Making it difficult to focus,&lt;br /&gt;On boats, as they cross the bay.&lt;br /&gt;There is peace all around,&lt;br /&gt;But a feeling washes over me.&lt;br /&gt;Something is missing…………..&lt;br /&gt;………..YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-111100681311094813?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/111100681311094813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=111100681311094813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111100681311094813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/111100681311094813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-all-uphill-i-walk-up-hill-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-110997638988535299</id><published>2005-03-04T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T14:46:29.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty!!!</title><content type='html'>Naughty thought for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A naughty thought&lt;br /&gt;Crosses my mind……&lt;br /&gt;Crème caramel on me…..&lt;br /&gt;……and you!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110997638988535299?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110997638988535299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110997638988535299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110997638988535299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110997638988535299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/03/naughty.html' title='Naughty!!!'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-110997594729249964</id><published>2005-03-04T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T14:39:07.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness/Depression</title><content type='html'>Happiness/Depression&lt;br /&gt;Two sides of the same pebble.&lt;br /&gt;Both come and go in waves&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the tide stays out,&lt;br /&gt;And I tread the shores of happiness&lt;br /&gt;The sun beating down on my back,&lt;br /&gt;Light breeze in the air, joy in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Not a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Then the tide turns,&lt;br /&gt;And the waves come crashing down on me,&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me under, I’m drowning!&lt;br /&gt;Gulping for air, dark, lonely, scared!&lt;br /&gt;But I fight my through, up to the surface,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a fighter,survivour&lt;br /&gt;I will get there,and I do,&lt;br /&gt;I rise,back to the shore and the brightness,bursting.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to free of the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Relishing each day,hour,minute,with gladness and hope&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends,loved ones,known and those I’ve yet to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to waste a minute,&lt;br /&gt;Drinking in the beauty of life,&lt;br /&gt;Always mindful of the turning tide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110997594729249964?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110997594729249964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110997594729249964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110997594729249964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110997594729249964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/03/happinessdepression.html' title='Happiness/Depression'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-110997568857289230</id><published>2005-03-04T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T14:34:48.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxymoron</title><content type='html'>He’s indiscriminately discriminate with his feelings&lt;br /&gt;Selfishly unselfish in what he does&lt;br /&gt;Laughably serious with his thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Quietly loud with his views&lt;br /&gt;Childlike adult with his humour&lt;br /&gt;Searchingly lost in his quest&lt;br /&gt;Slowly catching me unaware&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110997568857289230?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110997568857289230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110997568857289230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110997568857289230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110997568857289230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/03/oxymoron.html' title='Oxymoron'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-110997073871728477</id><published>2005-03-04T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T03:22:13.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intimate Friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met an old lover today,&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics of Paul Simon&lt;br /&gt;Sang in my head.&lt;br /&gt;We sat,&lt;br /&gt;Fully clothed,&lt;br /&gt;In a pub,&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging pleasantries.&lt;br /&gt;Each holding eye contact&lt;br /&gt;For a little longer than we should.&lt;br /&gt;That look that you&lt;br /&gt;only share with those who have&lt;br /&gt;Seen you naked,&lt;br /&gt;On hot sweaty nights,&lt;br /&gt;And at your worse&lt;br /&gt;With a hangover,&lt;br /&gt;And bedhead,&lt;br /&gt;In the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Although no reminiscences were spoken,&lt;br /&gt;We each replayed those memories,&lt;br /&gt;Like old movies,&lt;br /&gt;Through our heads,&lt;br /&gt;And smiled our secret smiles.&lt;br /&gt;News was caught up on,&lt;br /&gt;And gossip on those we still have in common.&lt;br /&gt;Time came for our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;We walked outside,&lt;br /&gt;Back into the world,&lt;br /&gt;And reality.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it did not seem&lt;br /&gt;That either of us wanted it&lt;br /&gt;To be the end.&lt;br /&gt;It had started to rain,&lt;br /&gt;He had walked there,&lt;br /&gt;So it only seemed polite(and a good excuse)&lt;br /&gt;To offer him a lift.&lt;br /&gt;And a little more time&lt;br /&gt;For words not to be spoken.&lt;br /&gt;As he got out the car,&lt;br /&gt;He leaned over and gave me a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Acceptable for friends,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow not for an old lover.&lt;br /&gt;He went his way,&lt;br /&gt;Into his new life,&lt;br /&gt;And me into mine.&lt;br /&gt;But I know those films&lt;br /&gt;Will play through my head,&lt;br /&gt;At the dimming of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110997073871728477?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110997073871728477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110997073871728477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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way.&lt;br /&gt;'This way to a downfall!' Is that the way I tread?&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring all convention, I'll do it my way instead.&lt;br /&gt;Starting where I finish, finishing where I start,&lt;br /&gt;Following my senses, not always my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to stop and listen, then what would I hear?&lt;br /&gt;Echoes of lost loneliness, accumulation of fear.&lt;br /&gt;What of love? That huge responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;That puts your happiness at the will of others' destiny.&lt;br /&gt;If honesty is the best policy, then why so many liars in the world?&lt;br /&gt;And it's the lies we tell ourselves that are the worse.&lt;br /&gt;So I carry on regardless, up the Khyber Pass,&lt;br /&gt;Stepping over landmines, determined to have the last laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Giving just a few glimpses, of my soul's very core,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll finish where I started, not quite baring all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110909945159911399?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110909945159911399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110909945159911399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110909945159911399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110909945159911399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-you-see-isnt-always.html' title='What you see isn&apos;t always......'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-110909878937856141</id><published>2005-02-22T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T10:59:49.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moondreams</title><content type='html'>If I look at the moon and raise my hand&lt;br /&gt;It catches in its beam.&lt;br /&gt;Would that I could catch&lt;br /&gt;And hold my dreams as easy.&lt;br /&gt;I lie down on the blanket,&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at the breathless&lt;br /&gt;Starlit night,&lt;br /&gt;And pull memories of you&lt;br /&gt;Down next to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110909878937856141?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110909878937856141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110909878937856141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110909878937856141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110909878937856141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/02/moondreams.html' title='Moondreams'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-110909837223451239</id><published>2005-02-22T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T10:52:52.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>The night wraps around me&lt;br /&gt;Like a cold wet blanket&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer you.......!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110909837223451239?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110909837223451239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110909837223451239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110909837223451239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110909837223451239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/02/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-110909792590842757</id><published>2005-02-22T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T10:45:25.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn Direct</title><content type='html'>I saw an ad today,&lt;br /&gt;'Learn Direct' it said.&lt;br /&gt;So I did,&lt;br /&gt;I learnt about life,&lt;br /&gt;And love,&lt;br /&gt;Pain and hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Loss and grief.&lt;br /&gt;And hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hope and faith&lt;br /&gt;In the future.&lt;br /&gt;When's the next lesson?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110909792590842757?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110909792590842757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110909792590842757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110909792590842757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110909792590842757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/02/learn-direct.html' title='Learn Direct'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-110884881391641241</id><published>2005-02-19T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T13:33:33.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93569391@N00/5064605/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5064605_efd627d88e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93569391@N00/5064605/"&gt;Empty Heart&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/93569391@N00/"&gt;floots&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110884881391641241?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110884881391641241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110884881391641241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110884881391641241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110884881391641241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/02/empty-heart_19.html' title='Empty Heart'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-110883357507175436</id><published>2005-02-19T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:19:35.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings of a middle aged women</title><content type='html'>Let me entertain you, with these thoughts inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;I promise they won't give you nightmares, when you're lying in your bed.&lt;br /&gt;If I could put a few together, then they might make some sense,&lt;br /&gt;And if I could relax, then I wouldn't be so tense.&lt;br /&gt;I think my guardian angel, is a devil in disguise,&lt;br /&gt;And my rose coloured glasses, have just hoodwinked my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The snow is black, when I know it should be white,&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is out in the day, and the sun at night.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be feeling, but what I'm just not sure&lt;br /&gt;And I can hear the bell ringing, when someone is knocking at the door.&lt;br /&gt;My heart it has a sign up, saying 'danger , keep away!'&lt;br /&gt;'Gone to lunch-back soon-try again another day!'.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm not friendly, or want to get too close.&lt;br /&gt;But I tried love once, not sure if I want another dose.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back on my feet again, after being knocked down&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite enjoying, painting red the town.&lt;br /&gt;So hang on in there baby, I'll even throw you a line.&lt;br /&gt;Even a heart can mend, given enough love and time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110883357507175436?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110883357507175436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110883357507175436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110883357507175436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110883357507175436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/02/rantings-of-middle-aged-women.html' title='Rantings of a middle aged women'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-110883275948911167</id><published>2005-02-19T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T11:29:54.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Mooon</title><content type='html'>The full moon&lt;br /&gt;Hangs in the night&lt;br /&gt;Like an unspoken promise&lt;br /&gt;Keeping softly spoken secrets&lt;br /&gt;Of lovers at bewitching hour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110883275948911167?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110883275948911167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110883275948911167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110883275948911167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110883275948911167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/02/full-mooon.html' title='Full Mooon'/><author><name>temppixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708728544031880759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10943516.post-110883107834044586</id><published>2005-02-19T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T11:30:31.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>temppixie</title><content type='html'>I feel like a stone,&lt;br /&gt;Skimmed across the water.&lt;br /&gt;How you toss away so carelesly.&lt;br /&gt;This heart of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10943516-110883107834044586?l=desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/feeds/110883107834044586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10943516&amp;postID=110883107834044586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110883107834044586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10943516/posts/default/110883107834044586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperation-middle-age.blogspot.com/2005/02/temppixie_19.html' 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