House Call…

This Sticky is just for me, I just love to see his face when I log-in lol… xxx

I’m waiting for the doctor, “you know” the sexy one, I have a pain just here and here and a soreness in my thumb, I feel a little faint I fear and I may well need a trolley, or maybe I just need the “kiss of life,” from “sex on leg’s” Hugh Laurie… ©Carole 2009

Ok you’ve oogled long enough lol…

PostAWeek2011

As you can see from the dates of my last ditties, I haven’t been around for a while, nothing has inspired me lately and life has been very hectic… So on the recommendation of a good friend and fellow blogger I’m going to give The DailyPost, ago, see how it goes…

I will try to post at least once a week…

Prettierinpink.. x

Waiting…

You were mine, until I woke up, YOU HELD MY HAND, I felt YOUR TOUCH, you were mine, untill I woke up, I saw your face, I kissed YOUR LIPS, WE ARE ONE warm and loving, we are HAPPY, untill I woke up… DO YOU KNOW ME IN “YOUR” DREAMS? Were you with me, can you remember the scenes, in our dreams… ©Carole 2011

Xfactor Bummer

Known for that “I’m worth it” hair Cheryl Cole on the whole, is really quite a stunner, but for our Geordie girl from Girls Aloud, getting kicked off Xfactor must have been a bummer… ©Carole 2011

Oh “Mr Schu”

From out of the blue I saw you and I nearly wet my knickers, Oh… Mr Schu… What can I do? Your bodies sublime, your dancing divine and that voice of yours has me speachless “phew” ©Carole 2011

Isn’t It Strange…

How we’re all the same, win or lose we play the game, grown in the past and put into the future, listed and numbered, in the words of a song, I would love to meet the author, to see how we get along…. ©Carole 2009

The Erection…

I’m safe and warm within your erection, then hand and eye make a connection, turmoil ensues, no time to peruse, soft, wet and warm, a time for reflection, and also time for tissue detection… ©Carole 2011

I Jigsaw

There’s a part of me that still loves you and there’s a part of me that don’t, there’s a part of me that still wants to, but there’s a part of me that wont, there’s a part of me that needs to be, connected to the rest of me, but that’s the part of me, that for my own sanity, Will Never, Will Not, Wont… ©Carole 2011

Race For Life………..

It’s the “trouble n strife” I’m doin this for, coz she’s givin me loads down me ear, it’s up to me to egg her on and have her come home to a cheer, hands up in glory, let her tell her story, Coz…………………… for the next “Race For Life,” Well……. She just might not be here! ©Carole 2011

United…

The arms that enfold me are not a arms that control me, it is the love that I have, for the power you have, that is the binding that holds me… ©Carole 2009

It’s Over…

I am listening intently, but the silence is deafening as I look into your eyes, the hands that have touched me, hold no more surprises, they’re laid to rest, the anger that raged within my breast has abated, there is no more for you, did your treason relate to reason or fate, I’m now asking you… For your love my friend was a callous thing, that will always stay with me, too…………. The End… ©Carole 2009

Happy Hour…

It’s “Happy Hour” down at our local, there’s a group in the corner and as usual, they’re vocal, ranting about something they saw on the news, why do they “always” get’s loud when airing their views, it’s a pity we cant just switch off and hear who we choose, but that’s how it goes, when a pub sells cheap booze… ©Carole 2009

“ist-isum”

I don’t see sex or race, I don’t see colour, religion, hight, weight, ability or any other human attribute… So what do I see? I see another person, who I’m certain, is no more or less, as different as me… HOW ABOUT YOU? What do you see? ©Carole 2009

DOH!!!!

After all this time I’ve just found out, what staying young is all about, it isn’t gurning or throwing the wellie, it’s buying the things they show you on telly, they’re forever selling “youth” to us, lotions and potions all because, “they know”, it’s easy to separate, a “woman” from “his” hard-earned DOH!!! ©Carole 2009

My Brain

“Are you insane” I said to my brain, as it tried to leak out of my ears, don’t “you” understand, “you” must lend a hand, if my courage I am to regain, you can’t run away, here you must stay, until that bloody big spider is slain… © Carole 2009

Cupid Sucks

Valentines Day, a day for love and romance, but if you’re lucky and get the chance, he might take you out, for dinner, “maybe a dance”, but if you’re like me, you’ll spend it all on your own, with a bottle of plonk and a big……….. © Carole 2011

A Womans Wish…

 

I think that every womans wish is, to find a man to do the dishes, a man who likes to be the “housework whore,” who really relishes a dirty floor, with gusto he’ll do it all unseen, the man who loves to keep your house clean… ©Carole 2011

Deep set wrinkles OMG!

Droopy boob’s and wobbly bit’s, a legacy of age, some memories, thought gone for good, are just kept, on another page, the kid’s are gone and from now on, we “can” just do for ourselves… The mirror shows the grey hairs up, but what the hell, we wear them well, with a little help from Loreal… © Carole 2010 To be continued… “I have shopping to do lol”

Three Stars…

There are three stars shining bright tonight, in the sky above… they are filled with hopefulness, they are filled with love… each are looking out for me and guiding me to grace… each of them, I look upon to see a friendly face… each of them I’ve known before, the three stars in the sky… each of them I call my mates, coz they’re always there… Near by… © Carole 2010 Dedicated to my brother John who I never got to know and to my Soulmate Stephen, who I know is guiding my Mum through heaven… xxx

Love…

Lipstick on your collar? Or lipstick on your face? Lies behind the eye’s that love me, are the eye’s I can not face… you have taken me to hell and back, with your indecision, such a sad lack of vision, to see the future with me… I hope you will find what you are looking for and more… We were good while it lasted, I know that for a fact… “But my love” please think in future, think before you act… Saying “I love you” should not be just said, To Be Continued… © Carole 2010

What is a Hug?

Trying to find a “hug that makes sense,” is a bit of a bug for Me.. But cross my heart and hope to die, “I dont know why.” If hugs mean anything, then surely I would know, “Wouldn’t I?” Dimly lit and full of tears my eyes are now, the “hugs” I give are from all of me and I really need one now, it has to be an honest one, that will make me feel the same, snuggle in love, or snuggle with friend, it’s all the same in the end……….. A hug is a hug and yes it’s a bug, additive as we all are, to the feel of another… ©Carole 2009

Sox and Nix

We have two kittens, one with white mittens, we aptly named that one Sox. The others her brother who looks like his mother, “the scabby tabby” who lurks round the docks, they’re a bundle of fun when not on the run, playing chase all over the house, and cute as can be when sat on your knee, both of them quiet as a mouse. Carole 2009 R.I.P Sox, we miss you… xxx

Back to school

All around the country, there’s a sound that abounds, parents raising their arms shouting “YES” for today school resumes, and in all living rooms, parents can sit for a while and can rest, safe in the knowledge that pre-school through college, some one else has their dear little pest’s. © Carole 2009

Fruit Of The Womb…

The future is our fruit of the womb, “Please don’t let them be consumed…” Integrated, relegated, “can I have my own room?” freedom isn’t an option for our children today, tomorrow it maybe, tomorrow they might play, as we came home mucky faced “have you had a good day” “yes mum we were pirates” love you mum whats for tea… © Carole 2009

What is Love?

“Love.” How would you define it? I would really like to know… You can’t actually touch “Love…” But you can feel it… It will hurt you… But you cant hurt it back… You can see “Love” all around, but it doesn’t see you… It’s not a tangible thing, but it can cut you in two… Just like a knife, now there’s no me and you… To me there is no I in We, or in Couple, There is in pair though, “if your a sock…” Thank you and good night… xxx © Carole 2009

Out to shock…

That is not me, honestly, I write how I feel, I write what I see, I have my opinions as you all are aware, but “sometimes,” I do shock, “sometimes” I do scare, I’m sorry, if “sometimes” I am unaware… © Carole 2009  But you know what, “sometimes” I really don’t care…

Youth…

Why such anger in those beautiful eyes, such sadness and such sorrow, your life is laid out, in front of you, you “can” have “all” the best tomorrows… Believe in “you” when no-one else does, because “you” are who we have, to lead “you” to a brighter future, from all “your” mums and dads… © Carole 2009

Madam Whiplash…

Madam Whiplash, slave on tether, high heeled thigh boots, patent leather, whip in hand, she makes her stand, Master Thomas, “do you need a hand?” bratty subbie bows her head, bratty subbie hears words to dread, bratty subbie looks up in fright, Madam Whiplash “she’s yours all night” ©Carole 2009

The Chippy…

Look at me aren’t I pretty, with painted nails and crimson lippy, hair all done and best frock on, coz ”I’m going down the chippy…” The reason, I get all done up, is very plain to see, if “you” really want to, too, then you’ll have to come with me… There’s a hunky guy, who lives near by who likes his women curvy, so fish and chips and mushy peas, are always on his menu… © Carole 2009

Depression…

“Good old depression” Is there humour in that? I’m on “anti depressants” and they’re making me fat, For over two years now, I’ve just put on weight… So as from next Monday, “no goodies, I crave,” will go on my plate, I’ll cut out the choccy, the chips and the cake and for the life of “Me,” More exercise I’ll take… © Carole 2009 Just realised it’s liberation/independence day in the good old USA…. Have a good one…xxx

25 Degrees…

The heat is getting to me,
my feet are outside the door,
If I don’t get cooled down really soon,
I’ll be a  on the floor…
Carole 2009

It’s 8,45pm and 25 degrees here in sunny old England and we are just not used to it, or is it just me?

Damn Corset…

Corset’s for the fuller figure, doing up the laces, all my flesh, just leaking out and in all of the wrong places… Suck it in girl, hold it there, nip and tuck and push you look quite flush dear, what’s the matter? “Squashed boobies, waist and tush…” ©Carole 2009

Silent Well…

 

There’s a “silent well” at the bottom of my garden, it’s for all my broken thoughts, I collect them up each evening and down the path I go… Without a sound, I sit and linger, my fingers in the pond and for a while I ponder before I go beyond… I ponder on the day I’ve had, as I watch the fish go round, in their small world of water, they don’t make a sound… As I look up at the vastness and the twinkling of the stars, I’m reminded of the beauty, the beauty all around… My thoughts don’t seem so broken now and I hesitate, I think I shall now go to bed, my “silent well” can wait… ©Carole 2009

Boobies…

It’s no laughing matter I know,
but some lumps, they do like to grow,
most are benign and you will be fine,
but isn’t it best that you know…

It is important, Be Aware and please feel those boobies…

© Carole 2009

From Here to Maternity…

She’s only 14, not a strange thing to see, but a child with her own child upon her knee? Mate’s will desert you, and you’ll have to Ern, And what you find in their nappies, well that’s just down right Ity… ©Carole 2009

No poetic license’s were hurt in the making of this poem… Honest…
I’ve been there and I know, the Ity in the nappies is bad lol, so leave it for a few years…

Memories…

There’s nothing I can think or say, to make this blackness go away, it rises up within my breast, putting “my” faith to the test, lonely day’s and restless nights, no loving arms, just endless fights… I’d sit and wait for it to STOP, then off to sleep I’d try to drop… Carole 2009

Hang over…

Naughty naughty Scottish whiskey, If I drink you, I’ll get frisky, Be away now, don’t cause trouble, Oh go on then “mines a double” ”Oh my, oh my” my banging head, OMG! who’s in my bed………..? ©Carole 2009

Friends with Benefits…

Fingers punching little buttons, Known to friends as “a text,” Hows your day been? It’s been good hun, How’ about a little sex? ©Carole 2009

Touch “Me”

Watching telly, doing dinner, “the price is right,” everyone a winner, kids are crying, the “Me” is dying, holding out and waiting for…………..? ©Carole 2009

Maybe…

To feel the things we never see, to see the things we feel, maybe things aren’t really there, maybe, we’re not real… ©Carole 2009

I love shoes…

High heels, low heels, even shoes with no heels, strappy shoes, happy shoes, I love them all… ©Carole 2009

Will They?

“Do you think they’ll come”she asks,
The forgotten and the lost,
The people who build bridges,
The people from the past,
Will time ever be their friend again,
Or will it just elapse…
Carole 2009

The Lake

By the lake I sit, sounds abundant, Wistful challenge, nothing heard, A far cry as I see it, my destination in the air… ©Carole 2009

No Peace

Days go by and in the darkness,
I see no light, no comfort, just stillness,
Listening to words, never uttered,
Tracing faces without features,
No peace at last… 
Carole 2009