Sunday, August 30, 2009

Cage Match

Blogophilia Topic 4: The Jury is Still Out
Bonus points
(Hard, 2 points): use a quote from Dr. Seuss
(Easy, 1 point) : work in 5 different species of animals


Seuss Elephant Pictures, Images and Photos

Polka dotted hippos in my stew,
how they got there I have no clue.
There seem to be giraffes in shades of blue,
it’s a regular demented sort of zoo.

The jury is still out on my state of mind
but I swear I saw a baboon’s behind.
Don’t have me committed, please be kind,
I’m good for a laugh you’ll come to find.

In 20 minutes there’ll be a knock at the door
and a bright green flamingo will be on the floor.
It’s elephants that they love forever more
so when they come it’ll be fun galore.

There’s a problem with that to some extent,
elephants and elephants are only content.
I meant what I said, and I said what I meant,
an elephant is faithful, one hundred percent.

So the galore of fun will be quite a sight
and try as you may, try as you might,
you won’t be able to get them to unite
so you may end up with a cage match fight.

©MDO



Saturday, August 29, 2009

The Final Straw

Blogophilia Topic 3: A snake in the grass
Bonus points
(Hard, 2 points): Dress in Drag
(Easy, 1 point) : Keeping Score



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Yes I’m keeping score
of how often you’re a bore.
I should be laughing on the floor
but you don’t humor me any more.

You don’t tell me silly jokes
or help me make fun of folks.
There’s no more crazy little pokes,
I feel like it was all a great big hoax.

It could all be made up to me
if you just dress in drag you see.
Just think how hilarious that would be,
I’d be on a continuous laughing spree.

Here wear this grass skirt.
No, there’s no need for a shirt.
If you dance a little it can’t hurt.
“There’s a snake in the grass!” is what I’ll blurt.

©MDO





Missing Parachute

Blogophilia Topic 2: All on a Winter's Morn
Bonus points
(Hard, 2 points): incorporate a famous mountain in the body of your write
(Easy, 1 point) : include James Bond in a tutu

circus tent Pictures, Images and Photos

On the peaks of Kanchenjunga
All on a winter’s morn
I saw a sight quite peculiar
And as yellow as a cob of corn

It was James bond in a tutu
Close to the upper most edge
He was getting ready to swan dive
Right over the rocky mountain ledge

He was singing a little ditty
about all the women he once loved
and he was looking rather silly
I felt like he wanted to be shoved

I contemplated moving closer
He appeared to be turning green
His singing was getting much louder
And I noticed he was wearing neoprene

Quickly he stepped to the left
And then he skipped to the right
He did a somersault in midair
And that seemed to cause him delight

He turned around to face me
And he had a huge smile on his face
He said that he was no longer scared
And he was off to gamble on the race

Around he turned once again
And over the edge he then went
all I heard as he fell through the air
Was, “Next time I’ll steal the circus tent!”
©MDO

Ode To My Dragonfly

This is a new tattoo that I got & I love it so much that it inspired a song, to the tune of My Funny Valentine:-)

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My spacey dragonfly
Sweet cosmic dragonfly
You make me smile way deep inside
Your looks original
So photographable
And you’re my favorite work of art

Life is short but yet so sweet
Never admit true defeat
Change is never quite complete
A new start

Pay attention to desires
Apprehension holds you back
Stay little dragonfly stay
Each day is better that way

Life is short but yet so sweet
Never admit true defeat
Change is never quite complete
A new start

Pay attention to desires
Apprehension holds you back
Stay little dragonfly stay
Each day is better that way
©MDO

Saturday, August 22, 2009

The Tryst

adam and eve Pictures, Images and Photos


I feel like I have wings and I’m flying high,
so high that I reach down from the sky.

I saw you dressed in a fine garland of bay leaves
and a donut in your mouth, which no one believes.

I couldn’t resist dancing the peppermint twist
above the glow of the starlight mist.

Spin me around until I see the stars
then take me, I’m yours, to the planet Mars.

Goosebumps popped up rather brisk like,
I began to feel like a silly little tyke.

I was ecstatic for us to share the tryst,
I think I loved you from the moment we kissed.

Then you cheated after only a few weeks,
blazing anger scorches my cheeks.

Risk, chance and circumstance,
I’ll never be sorry that we danced the dance.
©MDO



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Friday, August 21, 2009

12 Weeks of Summer

Lucky sunbathin Pictures, Images and Photos


Written in the tune of The 12 Days of Christmas:-)

On the first day of summer my good luck brought to me, a puppy that I named Lucky.

On the second week we of summer my good luck brought to me, 2 rounds of fleas and a puppy that I named Lucky.

On the third week of summer my good luck brought to me 3 wood ticks, 2 rounds of fleas and a puppy that I named Lucky.

On the fourth week of summer my good luck brought to me 4 vet bills, 3 wood ticks, 2 rounds of fleas and a puppy that I named Lucky.

On the fifth week of summer my good luck brought to me 5 neighbor dogs…. 4 vet bills, 3 wood ticks, 2 rounds of fleas and a puppy that I name Lucky.

On the sixth week of summer my good luck brought to me 6 puppy requests, 5 neighbor dogs… 4 vet bills, 3 wood ticks, 2 rounds of fleas and a puppy that I named Lucky.

On the seventh week of summer my good luck brought to me 7 potty accidents, 6 puppy requests, 5 neighbor dogs… 4 vet bills, 3 wood ticks, 2 rounds of fleas and a puppy that I named Lucky.

On the eighth week of summer my good luck brought to me 8 whimpering pups, 7 potty accidents, 6 puppy requests, 5 neighbor dogs… 4 vet bills, 3 wood ticks, 2 rounds of fleas and a puppy that I named Lucky.

On the ninth week of summer my good luck brought to me 9 leaping dogs, 8 whimpering pups, 7 potty accidents, 6 puppy requests, 5 neighbor dogs… 4 vet bills, 3 wood ticks, 2 rounds of fleas and a puppy that I named Lucky.

On the tenth week of summer my good luck brought to me 10 minutes of silence, 9 leaping dogs, 8 whimpering pups, 7 potty accidents, 6 puppy requests, 5 neighbor dogs… 4 vet bills, 3 wood ticks, 2 rounds of fleas and a puppy that I named Lucky.

On the eleventh week of summer my good luck brought to me 11 hundred dollars, 10 minutes of silence, 9 leaping dogs, 8 whimpering pups, 7 potty accidents, 6 puppy requests, 5 neighbor dogs… 4 vet bills, 3 wood ticks, 2 rounds of fleas and a puppy that I named Lucky.

On the twelfth week of summer my good luck brought to me 12 new puppy requests, 11 hundred dollars, 10 minutes of silence, 9 leaping dogs, 8 whimpering pups, 7 potty accidents, 6 puppy requests, 5 neighbor dogs… 4 vet bills, 3 wood ticks, 2 rounds of fleas and a puppy that I named Lucky.
©MDO


Totally made up song & the dog in the pic isn't mine either, this was just something that came to my head when someone said that their dog had a litter of 8 whimpering pups... LOL

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Chaos Theory

String Theory Pictures, Images and Photos

Blogophilia 25.2 Topic: Devoid of Life
bonus points
(hard, 2 points): include a reference to loop quantum gravity
(easy, 1 point) mention the Milky Way



Drawn into the vapid abyss,
devoid of life or death,
the world feels frozen on its axis
and confusion takes its final breath.

You are the one restrained
in loop quantum gravity,
held together by a string
where sanity is just a theory.

Abnormality spins its networks,
like a cognitive basket weaver,
shielding you in its fabric,
shaping you into a believer.

The trail of Milky Way
runs slowly down your chin,
the cosmos in your eyes
says you’re ready to give in.

The voices sing in chorus
providing a spatial view,
the framework of your being
knows just what it should do

Life is relatively general
or everything you make it,
giving up or giving in
is based solely on your wit.
©MDO



Sunday, August 16, 2009

Dreams of Melony Goodness

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Blogophilia 24.2 Topic: But Officer...
bonus points (hard, 2 points): incorporate a tongue twister
(easy, 1 point) use red as a color or a flavor
Final day to post: Aug 18th midnight GMT


Six sticky sucker sticks, six sticky sucker sticks, shix stucky sticker sicks… damn, even typing I can’t do it 3 times real fast!! Speaking of sticky sucker sticks, one of my favorite suckers happens to be the watermelon Jolly Rancher sucker… when they were square. I’m not sure why they changed them to round but that is just not Willy Wonka’s style… is he selling out on us or what? My other was the grape Jolly Rancher sucker. The Jolly Rancher just has it right with the good blend of sweet and sour, what can I say? I often thought of his orchards of suckers and hoped to someday be able to work for him during a harvest but alas, now that they are round I’m not so interested.

I think Mr. Wonka needs to fight back against the round sucker revolution and bring back the square… LONG LIVE THE SQUARE!! I’m pretty passionate about my lolli’s sorry. I call them lolli’s when spoken of lovingly because sucker is so derogatory and they just haven’t been able to take the pride back in that name. They will continue to try of course because they are a hard candy after all, so they are stubborn and strong.

So I begin to think that maybe I need to start a petition for the square suckers to be brought back. I could even throw a small event and have Blind Melon play… I’m sure since they’re not busy they would be honored. We could have watermelon seed spitting contests and grape seed also cause let’s face it, you bite into one of those it just ruins the grape eating experience! Maybe we could even get Jack Gallagher to do his act, he likes watermelons and he’s a Leo like me so we got a connection!

Yeah, I have it all figured out now I just need to sleep some so that it will all come to fruition in my dreams and Willy will see how much the square suckers are missed and consider getting the Jolly Rancher to begin growing those again instead of the round. If not then they may see red cause my dream will turn into a nightmare and a new movie where Freddy Krueger, Jason and Mike Myers all reek havoc on the Jolly Rancher’s farm! That will be my “But officer” moment although I don’t think it would bode too well for the officer… if ya know what I mean! Whew… sorry, got a little outta control there. Red shouldn’t be used for anger and murder, it should be for good things like love and square Jolly Rancher watermelon suckers!

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Thursday, August 13, 2009

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Now that I reminisce of the days gone past I've come to realize that we've been kindred spirits all along. I believe that if my soul were to reveal its true self it could most certainly be mistaken for your twin. Yes, kindred spirits in our thoughts; swirling in a conflicting chaos of calamity but somehow all coming to fruition in the end.

When asked what the attraction is I never really could explain it. Most thought it was for the same shallow reasons that others were attracted; good looks, symmetry or your ability to blend the good with the bad. Those are splendid qualities but I admired your exuberant sense of balance, diversity, and what one could consider to be a profound belief in life’s entertaining sense of humor.

You absorb all that life has to offer and you make it coexist, differences and all, in a sphere of wonder that seems to just revolve in fluid motion, like cogs in a well oiled machine. When you are around I feed off your effervescence yet I also experience the occasional expression of turmoil and anguish when necessary. You, the Yin and Yang, keep me in a state of wonder at how something that appears to be so simple is really so very complex.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Fantasy Leads to Tragedy

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Blogophilia 23.2 Topic: Let Me Serve You
(hard bonus, 2 points): incorporate a festival only celebrated by women
(easy, 1 point): include there, their, and they're
Final day to post: August 10th midnight GMT.

Jack E. Fischerbakken was a simple man, or so most people thought. He went to work everyday and put just enough effort in to keep up appearances. He was a 9 to 5er, 5 days a week and dedicated to keeping the job. It was easy enough, paid the bills, and provided him with great benefits. What most didn’t know was that every weekend and vacation was spent at Voyeur Village. Yes, Jack was a kinky man… kinky beyond belief really. You wouldn’t guess by looking at him but the man had kink flowing through is veins. Porn was just not sufficient for him; he needed live entertainment of the freakish kind. Sometimes he’d just be the voyeur, as the name implies, but occasionally he fulfilled a freakish fetish or 2. Jack’s dream was to eventually retire and reside up at Voyeur Village. Over his years of visiting and participating he had become pretty close with the owners. They were an older couple with no kids or family really and they were beginning to think about selling so that they could retire to a nudist colony in Barbados. The Palmetto’s were definitely a couple that would die in the act of some kinky scene… they weren’t going down in their sleep!

It was Jack’s 2 week vacation and he was hoping that he could get the Palmetto’s to commit to selling the place to him. He’d been saving a little over the years and built up quite a nice down payment. He had also raked in a nice lump of money for the acting he had done in several fetishes over the years. He never really felt right spending that money since it never felt like work and gave him more pleasure than those watching, or so he thought. You could call Jack a lot of things but a prostitute was one thing he never wanted to be called so he put the money in investments with hopes of using it to buy the place some day. Jack was also excited about this vacation because he was going to play the part of the creepy, would be rapist, peeping in on a woman from the woods.

Jack was making his way up to Voyeur Village and decided to listen to the details of what he needed to do to fulfill his fetish job. He never really knew the voyeurs of the fetishes, most of them were blue collar workers just like him. They lived their lives keeping the kink locked up and then let it all hang lose when they were on their vacations or time off. Most of the scenes he participated in never involved one on one action of any kind with the voyeur but this one was a little more open. The woman wanted him to be a creepy peeping Tom, hiding out in the forest. She was going to notice him out there and at that point he was supposed to approach her. She wanted him to then improvise from that point on, taking her lead. He was quite intrigued by it all.

“No Sir, let me serve you.” Mickey Jagg said with a smile but all the while her insides cringed at the thought of dealing with one more customer. She never spit in the food or anything but she could totally see why some did! 15 more minutes and she was walking out on the job for good. She didn’t give a 2 week notice or anything, she just had her fill. She did joke with some and tell them she was going to leave town to begin her Teej. Her co-workers always figured she was a Hindu and that she had a family so over the years she just went with it. She figured that when she doesn’t show up for work on Monday they’d just think she was out on her Teej Festival, celebrating longevity for her family when really she’d be living out a long time fetish of hers.

Jack made it up to the village and got all settled in at his cabin. He made some arrangements for his fetish reenactment and then he headed out for dinner with the Palmettos. They usually had dinner together on the night he arrives and then breakfast the day he leaves. He liked to think of them as his fetish God parents since they played such a big role in that part of his life. Dinner went a little longer than usual because it seemed that the Palmettos had an agenda of their own this time. They were ready to sell and not only did they want him to buy, they were going to give it to him dirt cheap. In fact their words were “Jack, dirty deeds are done dirt cheap here at Voyeur Village and we’d like to see it stay that way. We’d like for you to take over the business as long as you agree to keep things cheap and allow us to keep part ownership in it.” Jack was surprised but he was definitely in. Mr. Palmetto went on to explain that they had been vacationing in Barbados for years now and made some investments in some mineral deposit mining groups that found soil that will keep them rich for a very long time. He had to giggle as he thought to himself “They’re truly going to fund the place with dirty money so the dirty deeds will indeed be dirt cheap!”

Mickey made it to Voyeur Village and settled in while she went over the details in her head. There would be a man out in the woods watching her from behind a tree. She’d seductively dance for a little while then go out onto the patio and notice him. At that point his instructions are to approach her and then the fun would start. Her plan was to get him to act out a murder with her, but she wasn’t really going to be acting. Mickey was brought up in a very religious group home. Her parents didn’t want kids and gave her up to the home so they could go off and live their fun and fancy free life. About 2 years ago, after many years of trying, she finally found out that the Palmettos were her birth parents. Bitter was not a good enough word to express how she felt towards them and she’d always had fantasies of killing someone so she was going to grant 2 fantasies in one weekend and then disappear by taking their spot in Barbados. Jack, well she figured it would be best for him to die also so that there were no witnesses to hold anything over her. The place, she’d burn it down. She’d been in touch with the people in Barbados over the years and got them to concoct the whole rich soil investment story. Really the money was just being invested to keep give her a nice nest egg to live off of and the people in Barbados were happy to go along with it.

This may or may not continue... I haven't quite decided:-)




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Story inspired by email shenanigans with some co-workers, who shall remain nameless but are somewhat incorporated within... they know how they are:-)

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