To All My G Plus Friends

Friends, Fans and Family:

Everyone is talking about losing G Plus in the coming months and are very upset and sad about it. I am, too.
But I have been told that that doesn't mean we will lose our Blogs, unless someone knows something that I don't.

So with that in mind, may I suggest that you all go to your friends' blogs, if they have them and FOLLOW them there and not just on the GPlus Circles. That way we will not lose contact or the ability to read or enjoy everyone's work.

I post many things to my Blog that I don't post on G Plus publicly so if you don't Follow me there, you will never be aware of that. And if you don't actually have a Blog, then make one and let us all know about it.

What do you think of this idea????? Is it Do-able??? I certainly don't want to lose all of the creative work I have done on my Blog........https://bluevineyard.blogspot.com/

I have made so many wonderful friends here and connected to lost friends from myspace and other sites and I just don't want to lose contact again. I will never go to facebook because of a 1000 reasons so don't look for me there.  Let me know what you think and please go to my blog The Blue Vineyard of Voo ShiningStone and Follow me there if you like what I do. Much love and peace to all. Voo

All My Friends by Amos Lee

NO FOOD LIKE LOVE

No Food Like Love

There is no food like love

No touch like your fingertips

No fragrance like your sweetness

No taste like your lips.

There is no time like this time

No wine like a kiss................

No song like hearts singing........

No loving like this.

©Voo

July 11, 10

TOO MUCH TOO LATE

Too Much Too Late

We love too much

Usually in those moments of losing

The thing later to mean the most to us

The thing we took for granted

Never seeing the chasm opening there

Inside a soul that will never be whole again.

We love too much

When love is a one sided option

And friendly hands are no longing reaching

No longer receiving our hurried handshakes

Our "nice to see you, gotta run, catch you laters"

Those listening ears forever shut now to our self-centered lies.

We love too much

When sun is gone and falling rain

Accompanies us the rest of our days

How lonely is rain, we think

And mix it with our tears

As we walk through life, looking for what is no longer there.

We love too much

When memory stirs and we catch our breaths

At the thought of those gone

Their smiles, their laughter, the light in their eyes

Needing that light so badly now

In the darknesses of our despair.

(We love too much

When it's too late

But not enough, we find, till then

When it's too late, we realize

How much, how much we needed them.)

©by Voo

PILLOW TALK

Pillow Talk

We said our good-nights

And turned our backs

But the love refused to let us go

And slowly, without forethought,

We curled back into the form of one

Arms and legs entwined, so close

We could not then tell you from me

On the softness of the pillow's silk

We spoke in hushed lullabies

To one another's hearts

Feeling newly born like children

That have discovered 

Something magical,

Something enchanting

And cannot put it away and go to sleep.

Let's play some more............

©by Voo

April 18, 2017

8:22 p.m.

A THOUSAND WORDS

A Thousand Words

A thousand words

On twenty-five balled up pieces of paper later

I still have no idea how to say

What needs to be said

What should have been said

A hundred heartbreaks ago.

It 's just so hard

To find the words to properly convey

A tender farewell

A loving tone and a gentle goodbye

That will not wound

Someone already walking wounded.

I start and stop

Rewrite a refrain, revise an old rhyme

Throw in some honkey tonk lyrics

Soften it all with some bubblegum pop

And images of violins playing softly in the background.

I don't know why I bother

You would only sneer at the above stanza

It's heavy metal and anarchist beats you love

Punk rock so loud your eardrums bleed

And anything to do with pain. Especially mine.

See how my little hands shake?

I can hardly hold a pencil

I can barely see to write

My eyes are black, my soul is bruised

And I sit here trying not to hurt you.

If I could talk, I wouldn't

For that only makes you mad

Only makes you crazy..er than usual

When you walk through the door

Hell bent for hating and still needing love.

I don't know what happened to you

To make you be this way

To make you into a hollow man

But I've got to find a way to go

Before there's no me left.

I hear your footsteps now

Coming up the stairs

Hear you rehearsing new slurs

That you haven't used yet

Though their cold jagged points

 Have already hit home.

I hide the balls of paper

Underneath the bed

Throw the pencil into a drawer

Brush the tears from my cheeks

And turn up the corners of my mouth into a hideous smile

As you and your pain walk into the room.

A thousand words

Form in my brain

A thousand words stick on my tongue

I look at you and remember how you used to be

Before you let down your guard and took off your mask

You look so alone, so small and alone

But tomorrow, for sure, I'm writing that letter.

©by Voo

May 25, 08

1:58 a.m.