Strength

Admire, for once, your heart, mind and soul,
They come together for a common goal;
In times of need when spirits may plummet,
Reflecting a life path leading far from its summit,
The heart, the mind and the eternal soul,
Close ranks against weakness so it won’t foster or grow,
To hold aloft a wilting spine,
To mend and reinforce from further decline,
To balance emotions that dangerously simmer,
To shine a light in a world grown dimmer
By heartbreak, sorrow, grief or despair,
Through every situation where “life’s unfair”,
Strength marches forth, unwavering and loyal,
Calming the blood when it starts to boil,
Capping the volcano of lava within,
Replacing tears with an emerging grin,
Creating hope where desolation once reigned,
Bereft is a feeling no longer ingrained,
The cycle of weakness broken and discarded,
For heart, mind & soul preserved what they guarded.

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Men In Spandex

Who are you? You’re looking for “men in spandex” or “spandex man”, according to the list of most popular search referrals to my blog.

I do indeed have a post about men in spandex (I’d give you the link but you can up my site stats if you search for it) and I never dreamed it would be this popular. By the way, did I mention that the aforementioned blog includes a great image; buff man, very tight spankies, you get the picture…

I am starting to wonder if I should use tags like “women in lycra” to generate double the traffic. Has anyone got a photo of themselves in a pair of tight cycling shorts that I can post as a ruse please? Something that will emphasise their sexy thighs? Wait, will the inclusion of the words “sexy thighs” now also up my stats? Sexy thighs. Sexy thighs. Sexy thighs. Spandex. Spandex. Spandex.

Hey it’s worth a try, right?

Life, As I See It.

A merry-go-round forever spinning in high gear,
A playground for all to love and to fear,
A new road branches behind every bend,
A devil’s delight or a true God-send?
Instructions and rules are broken and discarded,
The grim reaper stays close though often disregarded,
Angels tread lightly without making a sound;
Silent watchers of the merry-go-round.
Some will jump off, others ride for the duration,
The former labelled ‘weak’, the latter praised for ‘dedication’,
Pace never changes yet each ride is unique,
Scenery swirls past but you can find what you seek,
For open minds have widely opened eyes,
While closed hearts mourn nothing but sad goodbyes.