Monthly Archives: March 2019

How To See Out A First Date


Absolutely crucial information for the dater, both men and women. We can all learn from this.

Banter Republic

From the echelon of relationships cosigned by Cupid, I bring you good tidings of great joy. Don’t fret about how your first date will pan out, I got you! All you have to do is to painstakingly read and apply every single nugget of wisdom contained in this post. All bets off, you will absolutely ace the first date, and the many more to come afterwards. Let’s get into it! There’s a bunch of stuff you should absolutely do to make sure the date is a success.

Overdress. It is imperative that you adorn yourself in your Sunday best for the first date. Fellas, I’m talking a three piece suit with a bowler hat for emphasis. How else will she know that you’re wealthy if you don’t show up in impressive regalia? Ladies by all means, show up in nine inch heels, he’s not the one if you’re…

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STAR RENDEZVOUS With Yummy Tummy Aarthi


I think this is a fun blog to visit. Hope you all enjoy as I did.

Merry Motherhood

Friends, Romans and Countrymen,

I’m pleased, honored and super-excited to host the first episode of Star Rendezvous featuring Mrs.Aarthi Satheesh, who is popularly known to the cyberspace as Yummy Tummy Aarthi. Aarthi, despite being a world-class food blogger with more than a million followers swarming around her foolproof recipes, is gracefully simple and down-to-earth in nature.

Interviewing Yummy Tummy Aarthi became one of the priorities on my bucket list since the inception of Merry Motherhood blog. Being an amateur blogger, I had my own doubts and dilemmas when I approached Mrs.Aarthi for this interview. To my surprise, she joyfully accepted my request in one go and her respect for my passion is indeed an icing on the cake. (Food pun unintended, LoL).

The fun part about this interview is that the entire conversation is based on her role as a mother cum mom blogger, with only little reference…

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The Path


Another out of the ball park poem.

Literary Remains

Night was with child, that birthed a new day,
when I, as dawn wakened, began my way.
I walk accompanied by a hundredfold souls
finding wisdom on paths upon which I stroll.

For countless echoes from this journey springs,
hangs of life’s single, and silken, fragile string.
I can rise and ponder beyond knowledge of man,
and defy limitations set by time’s second hand.

Poets share these secrets within written words,
unfolding them like wings of sleeping birds.
From the bounty of Nature, these secrets unlock,
among listening trees, the hushed path, I walk.

© Literary Remains

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I Feel Sometimes..


Sometimes I feel the same way. Being creative can be painful.

Bittersweet turns

I feel sometimes that my creativity is diminishing,
I see new people, with their talent,
their immerse engrossing talent,
and I am mesmerised,
but a little scared;
too.
I think it’s my lowered self confidence,
or my tiny self esteem knocking me back in the stomach,
twisting my intestine, begging for my courage to show up.
I really don’t know what I am afraid off.
The people?
My friends?
My family?
Or my own self?
I feel sometimes that this insecurity is just in my head,
that this Wallflower will bloom not just in early springs,
but anytime,
vanishing my existence.

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Go Forth and Multiply


Interesting post.

Shllyn

My fallopian tubes have been tied

To the idea that I must go forth and multiply

Much of what is expected of me

Is to be a garden and sow someone’s seeds

But we have been given the ability

To know the world is overpopulated

There are already flowers in every corner

Reaching for light and dying of thirst

So why must I be responsible for birth

SWD 08/2018

Sunday night’s episode of Sharp Objects touched a nerve when the women in the garden began telling Camille she will never fully know love or that her heart will have a piece missing until she feels life grow inside of her. They also said something a long the lines of “religion and science both tell us that giving birth is the purpose of women.” It took everything I had for my eyes not to roll out of my head.

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Back to basics – week 58


An excellent link is included in this to a site worth looking at if you write.

Learning to write

The idea, from the start of this blog, was to get better at writing; In my mind, it was to get better at the technical side of writing – the punctuation and grammar.

I have been somewhat successful in learning the craft, and I make a lower range of mistakes than I used to. However, overall I am still making quite a few mistakes, especially when I am writing fast and not concentrating.

I make a lot of errors with commas, most of the time it is a missing comma after the introductory clause or a missing comma in a compound sentence. Admittedly, the ‘rules’ for commas are the most complicated, even at 100% concentration. I don’t think I could write with flawless grammar and punctuation, mostly because of commas.

Back when I started, I used to practice using this website. It helped me improve, but one of the…

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MY MOM


This saddens me. I lost my mother to cancer as well. It was a slow death. Prayers to you and to her.

keithgarrettpoetry

PLEASE SAY A PRAYER FOR MY MOM, SHE IS VERY SICK WITH CANCER.

WE JUST FOUND OUT SHE HAD IT 6 DAYS AGO AND IT’S TAKING HER AWAY.

THIS IS MY MOTHER, I WAS A CHILD WHO DEPENDED ON HER FOR MY DAY,

I’VE KNOWN HER FOR ALL OF MY YEARS, SHE’S DISAPPEARING,

HER SOUL AND SPIRIT ARE SOON, DRIFTING FAR AWAY.

THIS IS NOT OKAY, I WON’T SAY THAT IT’S NOT FAIR,

MY MOTHER HAS LIVED A LONG LIFE, A GIFT PERHAPS NOT THERE.

I LOVE YOU MOM,

KNOW THAT I CARE.

YOUR SON, KEITH

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Friday 3.22.19 & New Poem


Another Friday. Another morning. Decisions to be made.

The property in Albany, GA has a contract on it. Wow, cannot believe how fast that happened. It just all fell in place within less than a week.

HUNGER SEEKING HUNGER

Beyond the window glass
Just there across the green cut grass
Dark blue and grey lies our pond that is filled with life
Pelted with a soft rain that sudden came
Leaving the surface dimpled, breaking the smoothness
Near a group of water birds that sat and pruned their feathered bodies
To dry off the wet from a recent dive for a fish for food
While an alligator who had been asleep in the sun was awakened
Disturbed it slid in off the bank in search of something to eat
Then, tail side to side, slowly the hunt began
With only eyes above the surface
It worked its way toward the birds who turned to look.

Copyright 2019 by Gordon Kuhn