Being Led

There is something about a man taking my hand and leading me somewhere, anywhere for the purposes of connection, seduction, or abduction…  Add that kissing in the closet concoction: Absolutely delicious.

(Gah! Perfection.)

~Just L (Pressed, October 17, 2018)

via Being Led

Author’s Note: Today, in a conversation with “Handsome,” I told him that Strep was going around (as it seems to do when the University is back in session each fall), and so I must refrain from kissing strangers. He replying, “That’s no fun”… caused me to giggle, and commit to penning more kissing poems this fall.

And, hey Handsome, did you know there is a Canada Kiss Map?

The Rules:
1. Keep it anonymous
2. Keep it brief (less than 500 characters)
3. Keep it clean and kind

So, it appears kissing and telling is a faux pas of the past.


If The Shoo Fits

Once upon a winter
I gave him my heart
Only to be torn apart

Taking me for granted
Over the next two years
He did not hold me dear

So, I cut him loose
But he keeps coming back
So many times now I’ve lost track

At first I told him face-to-face
When he refused to go
I documented it with a video

When that didn’t work
I prayed to God above
Still he declared his undying love

Desperation drove me
To be seen out with another
He wasn’t even bothered!

Outside yelling, “Mi Amore!”
After I changed the door key
How obvious must I be?

Again, I threw him out
Dang —
Harder to rid than a boomerang

I resorted to moving
A great distance away
Still, he calls, “Hey…”

Proclaiming I am his forever
Aware I’m quite a catch
He’s simply not my match

I have kept my promises
As my word is my vow
My only response is “Wow.”

He wouldn’t plan a life together
Yet, he doesn’t want a life apart
A place for cowards, not my heart

~Just L (October 16, 2018)

She Released A Deep Sigh

She had said all of the things over and over.

Rehearsing her award-winning speech in the mirror.

Uttering  the words time and again.

“Is this our beginning or is this the end?”

She was resolute not leaving anything to chance.

As her will was oft weakened by romance.

She spoke her peace and held her breath.

Inside dying a small death.

Courageously she stared into those big round eyes.

And with the answer, she released a deep sigh.

~ Just L (October 10, 2018)



We Take Selfies and Laugh

“….For the final time, leave us alone” I read out loud as I lie in your lap.

Stroking my hair you ask, “Who’s us?”

“I suppose she and her 375-word [most recent] tirade.”

“No, babe you are just “self-centered and delusional” enough to believe that her Facebook posts clearly directed at you and her direct messages (DM) to you have nothing to do with you.”

“And I “parade images around of [you] on social media like [you] are just a piece of meat.”

We take selfies and laugh.

~ Just L (October 3, 2018)

You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready…

“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.”

~ Lillian Vilchez, Married at First Sight Star on her and Tom Wilson’s divorce, May 31, 2017

September Stalker Vibes

“The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.” -William Penn

Why would “MG” (who has a multitude of fake social media profiles), a presumably educated and intelligent adult woman, who has never met me and knows nothing of substance of my life and loves, but has continually stalked me over the past two years post this kind of crap?

She also obsesses on my poetry site every week, presuming my every word has something to do with her life, which she then uses to cause others in her life tremendous pain and suffering.

How sad. Doesn’t she know this only causes others to feel embarrassed for her?

I feel a strange mix of compassion and pity for her.

Especially, when she tries to insult me with words like “OLD” or “DESPERATE” or implies that if my life was all that wonderful, I wouldn’t have to brag (write) about it…

OH HONEY! Just wait. 55 is far from old. I will forever be a young spirit. I am self-employed, I am free to travel, enjoy the finer things and savor the simple treasures. I have experience and wouldn’t trade that for the world.

And as for my life? It is simply MY life and I feel extraordinarily blessed that I have been able to create it in spite of hardships over the years. I am proud to be a woman who inspires others to reach higher and a mother my adult children admire. I have the deep pleasure of satisfaction of being a leader in my profession, in part because I have consciously cultivated deeply authentic, lasting relationships.

This Thanksgiving I will be hosting my family near and far, as well as my exes and their loves, we will celebrate our children, our successes, our resiliency, our shared stories, and laugh with truly grateful hearts.

I challenge you to do the same. Apparently, you have a lot of time on your hands and a lot of years in front of you. May time humble you.

~Just L AKA Lori J Bumgardner (September 29, 2018)

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It seems you are the “bunny-boiler” MG.


Author’s Note: MG Gonzalez AKA Lisa Beardy, please just stop. I guarantee you that I am not your problem.