Kels

For the last two days, though I can see and respond to questions there is no submit button hence no way to post my answer? This and has never happened before I have no idea what might be wrong, or how to resolve the issue.Can anyone advise???

For a few days yahoo Q/A has been posting mostly resolved questions. Does anyone else notice this?

Old men on weekends, tease

sitting under park trees,

playing checkers on concrete tables,

flirting with girls in billowy dresses

passing by, they wave and flirt

hoping for an errant breeze

A simple coin toss between friends

I was chosen, but let her call it.

"Heads we get vanilla,

tails your choice, chocolate."

She was giddy with excitement,

believing. How could I not

allow that most simple pleasure?

tensions seemed high as I flipped.

It seemed to go ever so high

spinning, taking forever to fall.

finally landing in my hand

I covered it and looked

it was the first time I lied to her.

It was tails.

On a T shirt?

I wish these were brains

OR

My eyes are up here.

BQ: Do you know this one?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpCV2wgoxC8

I find it rather fun.

BQ: What are your opinions on two gay females, adopting?

It's already the case, I'm asking opinions more about baby names

Two baby daughters

One is Winter Rayne, the oldest at 9 months

Two is Summer Skye, 6 weeks new today.

Some of this has been conjured in dream states.

I swear now, I felt her last breath exhaled

as I inhaled my first,

her body quivered at the point of delivery

as I was wiped, whisked away shivering, crying

soon enough I learned realities.

She would never smile at me, see my first steps

encourage my first words, feed me

what might best nourish

Should I blame her? I once did,

cursing her and the empty nights, in her absence.

But those things I felt then, I now know

were exercises in futility.

My father, bless him, tried to hold together

the structure of our lives, unable, and so

gave me to my new family, stable, growing,

knowing there is no call to retrace the past

denying. Her life was given, so that I

might have mine, how does one refine

such thoughts, even now surrounded by love

there are still the haunting, dark thoughts.

BQ: Did you not mind so much when the wrong choice got hung up, didn't drop, and you didn't lose all that much money?

We just got a portable DVD player, not a huge screen, 10.1 inches, but is there, are there DVD disks to clean the reader, or safe ways to do that?

Not to down any site I've tried a few, but has anyone had the experience with Crackle where 2/3 of the way through a program the audio goes off?

Do you have a push or self propelled mower, or a ride on?

If you have a ride on, did you ever mistake your dads golf cart for the mower then when finished see that nothing was mowed? ;)

In this video, a song I enjoy, is the girl the original who sang it with him?

BQ: Where can I find a similar or like carousel with horses pointing outward?

BQ 2: Does anyone remember Meat Loaf and enjoy his songs?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GNhdQRbXhc

If you thought to pick a prized rose

to hold in a vase until petals fell,

scarred by it's protective thorns

perhaps you should have left it

to enjoy it's blossom in its natural season

instead of now licking the wounds.

Had you not ahead, surmised, supposed?

http://screen.yahoo.com/huntington-beach-woman-acc...

She says she has been beating herself up. I think that's a bit too mild.

Gray again today, I ask "Are you going away?

May I go with you just this once?"

Touched lightly on the cheek, a meek smile,

"Take my hand, but you must follow my plan,

we will soar, and dive, to the depths of alive,

but never let go."

I feel in taking her hand, her energy, as if electricity

coursing through me, suddenly wrapped in the ephemeral

the ethereal she creates, if only for herself on such a journey.

She won't see or hear me, yet I grip her hand more tightly

not asking, just allowed to share her place and space,

with her sense, traveling far beyond mine.

She is a person of history and mystery

I may never truly comprehend or compensate for,

what she knows, or where in her mind she goes

but upon waking, breaking from her day dream

releasing my grip, she asks in a lucid manner

"How was that trip?"

I lacked all reason to explain.

A mist drifted to the forest, the floor

those of us gathered, who believed in such things

momentarily obscured through the thicket

from any distance, lit a bonfire,

intimate, but the night was not inanimate.

We were young, around the growing glow

not in black capes or unclothed

danced, chanting words we didn't know

no real potions or spells to cast, having to sneak back

into our houses before the morning clocks rang

In bed, I fingered a dime store pentagram

as the sun came up, the night had been damned

Saplings bend in a storm because they must

or break, shredded, to nurture another

under the crust of the mother

with no emotion, no sense of trust.

They will or won't grow to tall trees

one day offering welcoming shade

to one wanting respite in a sheltered glade

out of the blistering heat, most pleased.

Perhaps we as a species, are saplings too

extensions of seeds dropped

having needs, that may never stop

rising above each challenge, new.

It's a contract we may have never signed

the pages numerous, or not, some print

fine, illegible, but we flip or leaf through it

trying to understand the above and below

uncertainties build, come and go

and at our end time, not quite yet resigned

we whisper a plea none will hear,

a thank you of sorts,

though we have no others ear.

Life is mysterious in it's cause

and its pause

but we do the best we can

in no particular plan.