Spoken Word

All The Grasses Turning Yellow

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All the crops are rotting raw

All the days we march to order

All the men are sent to war

Guard we must the country’s border

All the grasses black become

All the soldiers with disease

How was our good will undone?

What has made us us ill at ease?

On the plains no tigers found

Oxen too have fled from sight

Saddened soldiers hold their guard

Resting not, through day and night

Through the bushes foxes run

Tails and shadows in the grasses

To the battle soldiers come

Chariot after chariot passes

~ Book of Songs. Zhou Dynasty~

Random Thoughts

Farewell to the Mad Dater.

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Greeting from the Mad Dater,

I am not the kind of person who gives up easy, or throws in the towel too soon; but the dating game is a battle, I raise the white flag, throw up my hands and surrender.  No, I am not admitting defeat, however, the dating is a challenge I chose not to take on now.

Sore loser you Say.

Well, if have not noticed the rules of dating have changed; they are confusing. There seems to be a shortage of men with less than gentlemen like mannerism. Instead, there are men who favor moving from first straight to home base after one date.

I’ve  begun my journey four months ago to find a suitable mate. Online dating did not help matters; I have one word for dating websites, “Horrific.” I shall continue to believe in the romantic notion of boy meets girl, boy likes girl and the rest is history.

In my first book, The Waiting Game, by J. R. Floyd, I wrote about wasting my younger years looking for love in all the wrong places. Regardless of those bad experiences, I hold onto hope and wait for the one who is right for me.

What Say You?

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