Fantastic Fictions, Roger Keyserling, Roger Keyserling [best romance books of all time .TXT] 📗

next morning.

She stopped and just kind of stood there with her back turned to me for a few moments. I did not mind the view so I patiently stood there admiring. She turned around and told me that she had not planned to drive all the way back up the mountain in the morning before our 8 AM meeting. I am pretty sure I gave her a thumbs up and told her I'd see her in the morning. In my mind, I was torn between being shot down for a ride and trying to figure out how I actually was going to get to our service project.

Before I had completely gone back inside the building, Tyne told me that she would give me a ride on one condition. Since she was not going to drive all the way back to campus in the morning that left the only option of me spending the night at her house. Is this real life?

After learning she lived in her own house by herself, I grew even more interested in her. She asked me if I wanted to stop and get a beer before we get back to her house. I am always up for a few beers and suggested we should pick up some snacks as well. After mutually agreeing on which brand of beer was our favorite, I think we could each feel the mood beginning to lighten. Her house was not big. It was a two-bedroom single-family home in the country with cornfields in the backyard and a view of the mountain out front.

We started the evening in her living room on the couch. Both of us were drinking beer a bit more rapidly than we should have but I think we were both nervous. I know I was. She certainly did not know me very well and here I was about to spend the night in her house and then wake up and spend the whole next day together.

The next morning when we woke up, we were next to each other without clothes on. Hoping that she had forgotten what had happened as much as I did, I got out of bed and put my clothes on. The vibe was not particularly awkward but rather light and comical. I guess whatever I did last night satisfied her.

About an hour later we met with Katie to start our service project. Before we arrived I definitely did not think I would spend the rest of the day being asked if I can make the work last longer and being told that I finished too quickly.

My relationship with Tyne lasted three grueling years and brought us each our first son. While we are no longer together, I like to believe she cherishes these memories as much as I wish I could forget them.

 

Poems

Let The Light In

 

The key to life is not having keys

But to have windows through which everyone sees

Because when you're good you want the light in

You don't need to hide out in the shame of sin

 

Finding your way might to tricky

And also try not to step in something sticky

Wherever life takes you to be glad

It's sure to turn out into something rad.

 

 

Use Your Voice

 

Give yourself a choice

In any given day

Use your own voice

Or just perish away

 

You will find that the former

Is better than staying silent

You will become an informer

Rather than someone who just pays rent

 

Use your vocal cords

Say it out loud and clear

You may even shake the boards

And make the crowds cheer

 

Bluebird

 

Little bluebird on the bench.

Who are you?

Where have you been?

Little cardinal on the swing.

How are you?

I like how you sing.

And little duck over in the pond.

Did you hear the cardinal song?

Did you see the bluebird fly?

When the sun comes.

Did you see it rise?

Bright and glowing.

For all to see.

As bluebirds fly.

And cardinals sing. 

 

 

Messy Love

 

That summer my son was seven

And in his "helping" phase.

It was only ten o'clock and

Already one of those days.

 

The house a wreck, dishes unwashed,

The dog a smelly mess.

I shooed them both outside to give

My overworked brain a rest.

 

But soon I heard a frightening sound -

A crash and a splash outside.

And before I could even make a move,

The door swung open wide.

 

Both boy and beast were drenched 

In soap and water, head to toe.

"I'm helping, mom!'" he grinned,

"Rocky's clean and good to go!"

 

I tried to breathe as the mutt

Shook soapy water on the wall.

Both tracked in mud, still playing

With a dirty, slimy ball.

 

Just as I nearly blew my top,

He piped up again once more

"Just want to help you, mommy,

That's what best friends are for!"

 

As he stood there with a smile,

Dripping all over the floor,

I knew within my heart of hearts

That I could not love him more.

 

 

The Unexpected Flow

 

Like the blowing wind, we drift along.

                                                         Sometimes weak and sometimes strong.

 

                                                             Never knowing what lies ahead  

                                                               it's up to us to forward tread.

 

                                                           Yet, no matter what obstacles are in our path,

                                                             we're the ones in charge of today's dance.

 

                                                             Instead of envisioning future dilemmas,

                                                           I'd rather envision the world through rose-colored glasses.

 

COVID-19 Pandemic Inspiration

 

The COVID-19 has spread globally,
The economy is on it knees,
But our health remains our first priority.  

Nothing is permanent and COVID-19 isn't an exemption,
Doesn't matter how long it takes,
A solution will be found, indeed a permanent one.

Let prepare for worst and hope for best,
 We shall overcome this pandemic,
Our daily routine shall be back to normal.
Our economies will grow back,
Let's remain hopeful and safe.

 

Content

 

I take comfort up in the trees.

And I take comfort staring at the sea.

With toes buried in the sand.

Cool summer fabric.

Give me your hand.

We can run from here.

 

 

I take comfort in the bright moon.

And I take comfort in honey tea at noon.

I take comfort in our dancing.

This luminous romancing.

And my steadfast prancing.

Pining for more.

 

Je adores, and late-night Smores.

Laughing together.

Now shut the door.

And the nightgown you wore.

I take comfort in the way you sing.

And all of these things.

And all of these dreams.

These dreams that remind me of you. 

 

 

You Must Be Willing To Grow

 

To be part of the show,

You must be willing to grow.

To reach the stage,

You need to age.

Sitting still,

You get ill.

You must move,

You must groove.

Your life is more,

Than memories you store.

It's time to live,

And a time to give.

To be part of the show,

You must be willing to grow.

 

Enough

 

It's often enough to be.

To get dressed.

And brush your hair.

It's often enough to pretend to care.

And try to smile.

 

Mile by mile, day by day.

It's often enough to just be OK.

Just OK with your dinner.

And OK with your job.

And it's often enough to leave a few dishes.

And to count on your wishes.

And do wells.

 

It's often enough to take a shower.

Reaching down deep.

Trying to grasp the power.

And some feigned resemblance.

Of the pretenses.

That begins to dictate.

When it's just OK. 

 

 

And it's often enough to act real tough.

With your hands around a mug.

Finding a song you haven't sung.

Falling, holding onto the last rung.

It's often enough.

It really is very much.

To choose to wake up.

And it really is OK.

To try today.

Just to be. 

 

Memories to Cherish Forever

Ever since I was a little girl, I have always had a fascination with the royal family. I can’t exactly pinpoint what exactly it is that I love so much about the royal family, but I will say that the sparkling crowns and the endless tea parties probably have a lot to do with my draw to the family. Thinking about all of this got me to thinking about one of the best times of my life.

 

My parents have always known that I have been an admirer of the royal family, and he would often indulge me and my obsession. I would invite him to numerous tea parties in my playhouse when I was a kid. He would somehow manage to squeeze his body into one of the child-sized chairs which sat underneath my table. He would sit there and wait patiently while I prepared my invisible tea and poured it from the pot into my pristine white teapot. I would set the table and layout my pretend cookies, scones, and crumpets on my little white platter. Daddy and I would sit there for hours and talk about whatever came to mind.

 

When Prince Charles announced his engagement to Lady Dianna Spencer, I was ecstatic. I could hardly contain myself, as I was 12 years of age and I had never seen a royal wedding. When the day of the wedding came, I just assumed that I would spend my day in front of the television watching the fairy tale nuptials alone, but my dad had other plans. 

 

My father woke me up around 5 am so that I could get myself ready to watch the festivities. I couldn't understand why daddy sent me into the bathroom to take a shower and told me to do my hair. But when I finally made it back to my room, my mom was standing there holding the most beautiful blue organza dress I had ever seen. My mom helped me put on my new dress and fixed my hair in a beautiful updo. 

 

When we walked into the living room, my parents had a small tiara waiting for me. My dad placed it on my head and proclaimed that I was his princess for the day. My parents had gone to David’s Bakery and purchased some scones, cake squares, cookies and tea for me to enjoy throughout the day. I felt super special as we sat