Philippe

Long hair, blue hair, Alec be shy, Home school sheltered, a private guy. Short hair, blond hair, friendly is Finn, Home town smiles, again and again. Jock does invite, a chair with team, They mock, Alec runs with a scream. Comfort found, in a restroom stall, Next to a River, they did bawl. Avoid the jock, his smile refused, Home town Finn, left feeling abused. Kindred spirit, sharp as a tack, With River’s tongue it reins him back. Invit

Have kids and having sex are very similar, beyond cause and effect of course. Both are intimidating as unknowns, but once introduced and familiarized beyond the starting fumbles, nature takes over and all seems great…until nature springs the next surprise! 😛 The unknown is no reason to avoid it, follow your heart without over thinking it!

Yup, that’s the question, training Lowe or Mace…apparently Mace, and he can’t set a bad example for the little tike. Kids and their psychology are a wonderful thing,..as long as you don’t mind studying unknown languages. I was the youngest of three boys with 19 and 17 months between each, so 36 months from my oldest brother and myself. Then six and half years later my parents decided to try for a girl. She kinda became my shadow and came to call me “baby doe,” of which confused us for years. Then as I became a little older and pondered the origins of this family name, it fell into my lap as all of us kids were being introduced by dad one day; this is my oldest xxxx, next is xxxx, then my “baby boy” xxxx,… The light went off that as she first learned to talk, the family liked that she connected with Baby Doe and adapted to calling me the same as, opposed to correcting until she could learn the proper annunciation. Yup, for probably 10-12 years, even more at times,…I was Baby Doe; at home, around home, at the store, etc, that was my name; and she would correct others too! Hahaha 🤪 She stuck with me as we grew, so that as I started my paper route at 10 years old, I was just strong enough on the good dry days (dirt roads), with a smaller and lighter edition afternoon newspaper, that I could load my front metal (milk) basket, while the bike and basket leaned on the paper shed. Yup, the other brothers also had routes for us to have over 500 daily customers collectively; so that dad lost his shop in the 1500-1700 time frame daily. Once loaded I would maneuver near the back porch for my little sister to get seated and get a better push off start. This was most any day other than Thursdays and the Sunday morning edition. Thursdays were the big advertisement day and Sundays were o-dark scary 😦; fear not, my trusty dog Bandit run my full 7 mile route with me on those early mornings. He was a true protector too, he would not hesitate to get between strangers and me, keeping them at a very safe distance until I acknowledged their presence as safe; good ole Bandit, bird dog/boxer mix with colors of Johnny Quest’s Bandit. Back then the money was collected door to door, WEEKLY! Knock, knock, knock ✊ PAPERBOY! This resulted in lots of coins dumped onto the floor for counting, stacking and rolling, for the bank deposits. Little sister would HELP by sitting on the coins and then fishing out the Kennedy 50 cent pieces…ahem, cempy pent pieces. Letting her be part of the process and sharing the booty, we would give her those 50 cent pieces. Mom had given my sister an old cake tin for her treasures; it sat in the bottom of the closet. One day my sister was grunting and trying to bring her coins to count with us boys…she needed moms help. It turned out the innocent little collection had mounted to nearly $700 dollars in Kennedy half dollars; this was in the late sixties…when full sized sedans could be bought for $3000! SHE WAS SMILING TO THE BANK WITH BIG (BROTHERS) MONEY! Hahaha 🤪 A couple of days after her bank deposit, she wanted to go see her cempy pent pieces at the bank! She was not happy when the parents explained the local bank had to put them in another bank to keep them safe! Hehehe 🤭 Yup, kids are amazing psychiatrist and linguists, and you had best watch for verbal contracts and the (small print) of body language and expressions; they are all binding upon siblings and family adults! 🤦 They don’t need lawyers as they are very good at mediation and self representation. Rumors say, kids are easier than figuring out Chinese Pictographic Directions…, just harder to return! ‘nuf said. 😛

Thank you so much for your kind words and for your support; after all, several of these will probably be of your story inspiration! 😂 It’s all in fun to share colorful comments of interpretation for stories that provide such opportunity.

Heart to Heart, is what for so long, they needed, Denied it, did Alec and Finn, but their hearts, they still pleaded. Back to the overlook, the ole favorite from then, Sharing the tailgate, a new Alec, him and Finn. Finally his mind allows some joy, didn’t make Alec recoil, Emotions now freed, raging want, makes the blood boil. Taming all the young man wilds, time to talk about the past, Hurt came from both back then, so did love, did that still last? Raw emotions, what would have, could have, should have been, Without weigh from others, their education, family and friend. Revisiting their past brings pains of old, falling into ruts retold, Alec must leave, Finn must stay, neither willing to be so bold. Finn has panic for lost to come, Alec now the expert to calm, Weird to Alec with warts he feels, Finn knows Alec to be the bomb. Where will they go, what will they do, pros and cons we learn in school, When Alec can’t think, it’s up the River for reason can pool. River has interest in local faire, perhaps his advice, Alec won’t scare, See the best the hometown gives, Family of Finn, with Finn, may bear. https://gayauthors.org/author/philippe/

Where is the wide popping eyes 👀 and the hanging drool tongue 👅? Which warehouse has this available, sale or just the display?

@Philippe, thank you for this lovely tribute. As a Children’s Librarian, Dr. Seuss has a special place in my heart. I know there has been a lot of controversy with some of his books lately, but you do have to understand the times, as well. No one can deny his creativity and imagination. Thank you for you kind words. While I know of some controversy, the many interpretations of intended wording will always be from the perspective of the readers. My wordings were intended to express the larger sense of loss from Dr Seuss’ death, though a few unpublished works may always follow the death of authors, his voice has been silenced by his passing. Rough, tough, sad, that his passing is of that mortal permanence that is inescapable. But still rough to accept as his works will forever be reminders of our loss, as so many have been touched by his creations in entertainment and learning that speak to young minds.

Thank you so much, Laura, for your positive feedback and support. Hopefully the collection will provide some added entertainment; with a smile or two along the way!

I’ve actually done a good number of these type comments. I was encouraged to start a poetry collection to not lose them as they are not indexed or saved separate from the story comments currently. This one I believe to be the first ever, with some becoming more frequent these days. Thanks for your encouraging comment.

Jett-ed to collect, as muscle of the mob, Opening the door to wonder April fools or job? A Huntsman for a Summer, with a debt to pay, Installment of principal, for care of Jay. From Mining Crypto to researchIng a fever, April and Jett, will prove a believer. It’s hard to describe, beyond Theo-retical, Zane-y enough to become hysterical! A baby of blood? Or, just magic to bond, Our Two young lovers, with love for beyond.

Dr Seuss doesn’t live here, his words grew silent, Rough are the times, no more words from this giant. Original like no other, indeed he was, Yet, his words and style, they do still buzz. Gone perhaps, are the simpler times, But who can resist, his learning rhymes. It’s exciting to learn, timeless to recall, Voices speak, his words taught us all. A Rainbow of words and colors unbound, New words learned by color and sound. Education by phonics like Green Eggs and Ham, What of Horton and Who, Excited I am! Who indeed can not smile as they read or recall the magic of the whimsical author that touched so many; to: Dr Theodor Seuss Geisel, 1904-1991, RIP. https://gayauthors.org/author/philippe/

The dreaded hospital walk, Be it for news or life goal talk. Sought for presence, by father, but not dad, Knowing mother’s illness, is not the only bad. Father shows promise, though far too late, Mother begs for feedback, of her life of hate. Family debts settled, misdeeds and love lost, Short is the victory, as romance is good, but it has costs. Favorite spot journey, sets erotic desires burning, Will the magic of teens, grow into adult yearning? STOP, No touching, Alec! For a talk we need, With new confidence, a smile for the blond, yes indeed! https://gayauthors.org/author/philippe/

These are just shared words of rhythm and rhymes; submitted on GA as a collection; chapters with independent themes, often as comments to other authors’ stories. Please read any referenced stories for proper context and understanding; hopefully you’ll find the source stories as interesting and enjoyable as I do.

Laundry day again…piss on that!

It’s hard to put into words how much I’ve enjoyed your stories. I guess I’ve kinda been making book reports in installments! Haha 😛

Wow, while I play with the authors words and stories, it is humbling to realize that my word play brings thoughts and smiles; thanks for the kind words.

Goodness, where is the blush emoji? Thank you for saying so, I’m so glad they seem to bring a smile and always hope they do the story justice.

Like a moth to flame, Alec to Finn, Why is he here, he doesn’t want this again. Must tell this to Finn, but Milo has phone, All his courage, and will, not to run home. A quaint warm home, why here for Finn’s phone? Knock on the door, brings little blond stare, Surprise alights, You have blue hair! Invited to witness, warmth of a home, Milo, Nina, Gracie too, where has time gone. Gracie Blood of Finn, Nina shames Milo for tease, Your welcome to dinner, homemade pizza please. Thoughts of Finn’s blood and a family brings pride, They we’re just kids, but why did he hide. Finds Finn drooling, relaxed and so young, Defaults to stroke hair, awakens Finn before done. Relives the past, jumps to have Fin, Moans and groans, they’re at it again. These feelings and emotions, deny the years, They are as they were, this moment without fears. Gracie has ears, so Milo cries fowl, Reality sets in, Alec runs with his scowl. River brings counsel, tells Alec to try it, Alec the adult, can’t argue, just buy it. Will his courage still hold, facing the old, Dad wants mom visit, Alec seems sold. https://gayauthors.org/author/philippe/

Sunshine Ray, having a cloudy day, Drowning in cereal, until taken away. Eggs by Jonathan, is a better way, But he has butterflies that want to stay. Registration by Hanna endorses her boi, Call JJ a washboard, but don’t be coy. Save the animals, Hanna does implore, Wants you to strut, with the Fab Four. In notion and practice, all seems fine, But for Jonathan’s turn, Maddox says MINE! Dowsed with water, to fashion in kind, Blocking the scenery, but witness my find. Fragile emotions with undertones of burn, Stepping up in public, respect, the BF did earn. Quick exit for shower, comfort, concern, Jonathan and Maddox put doubts astern. Passion abounds, without constraints or preps, Great for bonding, but too soon, for reps. Now JJ is happy and Ray has the creds, Voting gives confidence and Ray has peps. Jonathan has doubts, road trip, no back out, Maddox needs coaching to join the team, Jonathan thinks Maddox but macho dream. Dex knows solution for Maddog…bottom, As his two dads have easily taught him. Nothing remains but a little hard driving, Then start the road trip to get them thriving.

Well thank you, @astone2292. Goodness no, not that many stories get poems. It’s mostly just yours, @Laura S. Fox and @Demiurgestories that somehow makes me think in terms of twists and riddles, mystery and rhythm, comedy and rhyme; just all depends on the mood and any inspiration I get…and whatever concentration I can muster! 😝 As I’ve expressed in another comment on GA previously, any poems are just a reflection or interpretation, my perceptions of your stories. It can’t help but have a little of my humor, wonder and excitement for what your stories mean to my twisted mind. I believe it started with @Laura S. FoxBe The Father of This Child and perhaps some within Spark and Stone. Then maybe a few with @Demiurgein the Light Dancing in the Dark series, among others. I haven’t collected a list or separate posting for any of these comment poems…sorry. Thanks again in appreciation of my simple little word ditties; it’s all in fun.

A North American Summit brings lessons anew, Supernatural egos and arrogance askew. Dirk in absentia, brings his mentor so much pride, Caleb dilemma, a dad-in-Law, to take in stride. Owensville Alphas, challenge words, Mason to motion, Young Alpha Mage Mate human, stops verbal commotion. Ultimate challenge, fight beyond spar, not land or life, Enforcer conflict, for Alpha honor or for wife. Cyrus and Marlo, formal day from Dias and floor, But for first challenge Cyrus has bubbly demeanor. Burning stares, Alpha to Alpha, Leopard and Mage, Caleb stops spar, Enforcer Barbeau advice be Sage. Time to stop Alpha Leopard-in-Law shenanigans, For Tasha, Lowe, the best Alphas and his new home lands.

These are not the droids you’re looking for…

Oh @Demiurge, this is a therapeutic chapter in my mind. Alec is acting with confidence…at least more confidence for Alec, and Finn is even more prepared for the complexities known as Alec; and his ~1700 mile problem! 😝 So yes, I see this as a positive chapter for the boys…BUT WHY ARE WE STILL ON THE WEE LITTLE TIKE OF A GIRL CLIFFHANGER? 👿

The extra bad news was that it was a court order reversing the school ordered expulsion; so the school did right by expelling the repeat offenders, following their earlier suspension.

‘Tis true for Essell, but remember the Kardoval recognize his bond with Garjah; and to Bouncer too. We have yet to learn what the consequences of a separation of a bonded pair would bring, but it was hinted as to being of significance, and perhaps even that is not fully understood due to the unique DNA morphing of Essell and the changes to BOTH. And then there is Bouncer, which shares his parental imprint and family clan bonding with both Garjah and Essell. His sentience remains veiled but is possibly more complicated as witnessed in chambers with the Galactic Council. I believe we may see some really surprising events in the next few storyline days, as I believe @Ciaalways has surprising twists hidden within the storyline just waiting to wow us!