Maya Angelou says:

“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.”

“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.”

“I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.”

“I’ve learned that making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as ‘making a life’.”

“I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.”

“I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.”

“I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.”

“I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.”

"I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone

People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back."

“I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.” :smiley:

Who is Maya Angelou?!!

doesnt sound like any girls i know.

mayaangelou.com/

Try some women not girls.

LMAO, that was going to be exactly my response, but I decided not to as it might have been construed as offensive and derisive. True nonetheless.

Does that mean we are on the same page? My, my… what a few days of hugs will do. :smiley:

In this instance, certainly we are.

But I wouldn’t go to the extent of pulling out the party favors lady Bessy, I am not curable, just agreeable at times… LOL

I never said I was trying to cure you, honey… just hug you.

Exactly what kind of hug are we talking about here?

Innocuous friendship type hug?

Maternal supportive type hug?

Pity the idiot child type hug?

The “Maybe we’ll have drinks”, gentle squeeze of the backquarters type hug?

Sicilian Black Rose type hug?

Is this negotiable? Is there currency involved?

Positive words, but not that much right!

Positive words, but not that much right!

I love you now. You are absolutely hysterical (for a curmudgeon on anti-depressants, that is), but…

NO, there is no pity or any semblance of an idiot anywhere that I can see. That, my dear, is very clear.

:smiley:

But, but, but … lady Bessy has still failed to address the primary issue!!!

You have offered to hug so often, I now find myself pining for your heavenly affections!

(even after the shame of being called a “curmudgeon on anti-depressants”, my what a snip that is, truly hurtful)

You have almost eliminated one of the possible outcomes, yet not completely. I am fervently hoping that you will certainly consider offering the fourth of the proposed hug versions.

(please note: version five was only added as a matter of balance and harmony, as I do not care to fully emasculate myself in a public forum)

You have offered your services lady Bessy, will you now turn me away, aloof and disdainful, providing not the ambrosia you have promised?

You want the right kind of hugs? I require poetry.

You ask a great deal of one so simple lady Bessy.

So I am to understand, for clarity, the currency of this exchange is to be a bit of prose, a wax poetic?

What rhythmic offerings can I have for a lady, of whom, I have no intimate knowledge? Surely this lady sets me firmly upon the path of ruin and ultimate disgrace?

Am I to believe that this is to be a work of originality, or do words borrowed from a classic great, satiate the lady’s need?

hmmmm…

I seem to be a woman who can be swayed by words. I think some original thoughts expressed in verse would be lovely.

"When I’m feeling blue,
All I have to do,
Is take one look at you,
Then I’m not so damn sad… "

It just came to me. What can I tell you, M?

As you wish, lady Bess.

Poetic of a lady

Dear Sara, as a friend,
In prose, I greet you at last,
Don’t think me unkindly,
of my words from near past.

As man we do believe,
for all is to struggle and fight,
but now for a lady,
on tender words, will I alight.

In first passing, so foundered,
given with a negative opine,
but the warmth of this lady,
bares she the quality of woman, so fine.

Tis to wonder, on your lips,
does deep red passion burn,
will I find dear lady Bess,
for only love do you yearn?

Mind creates visions of you,
as your form, so being replete,
in your sight, quickly on my knees am I,
to offer myself all, at your feet.

And yes dear Sara, as one so sublime,
my lips do have need, to least once find,
the fullness of your woman,
every curved softness, every femininely line.

But to your mind I might ask,
can you, be to me a friend,
trustworthy and loyal,
even to times great end?

And again of your mind,
if I may so brashly inquire,
do I still seem to the lady,
yet so grim and so dire?

In simplicity of truth,
do you show great depth,
but for love do all search,
as too soon passes our youth,
in short time, and quick breath.

I ask you dear Sara, pass me this test,
Up to you now, is all that is left.
Though small and brief, I say it is just true,
Will you lady Bess, now give me my due?

Night Shift

I awake to a poem
Now knowing I was right,
As I lie here alone
On the dreariest of nights

A talented hand
With words from your heart,
Surprise and delight
And sets you apart

Love is the answer,
It was there all along
A virtual hug
So simple, yet so strong

And so, as I lie here
Alone on my night shift
I thank you so much
For your eloquent gift

Sara

A simple, yet sincere, bow to the lady.

Thank you.