Art~Whimsically Yours

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The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.

(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again

For the third year... more

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March 16, 2025 Lost In a Love's Limbo-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
You ‘ve left me in limbo
your mood is convoluted ya know
on where our love is headed
seems like it has been suspended
no matter what I suggested
you seem discontented
never been so low. so low....
Our love was so splendid
but our honeymoon ended
too damned soon….when you grew distant
when I asked you for commitment
you became so indifferent
and your answers to me
came so reluctantly
they came so reluctantly
You said you’d always be mine
but we needed more time
with how long undefined
you became a mime
on that subject, assigned
on that subject, ASSIGNED!
That your love was still iffy
to which I was not privy
I was sure you would give me
all your love when you picked me
but your answer restrict me
To someplace beside the heaven
that we shared and we loved so,
to the hell of a long wait
where I will not know
how long I’ll be a prisoner
stuck in your Love’s limbo
stuck in your love's limbo
And I find I am surrounded
by so many sad guys
who thought they’d found true love
all of them mumbling why
and there’s plenty
of women down here too
who thought they could rely
on the men that they thought loved 'em
but now they wander and cry
yeah, they wander and cry.....
Please don’t leave me in this Limbo
raise the bar and set me free
cause I’ve bent over backwards , baby
trying to keep you here with me.
I’m not trying to rush you
God forbid that I should shush you
into making a choice
that will crush this love we knew.
don't want to make any choice
that will crush this love we knew.
Take me back to the heaven
of your long and sweet embrace
you’re my angel, please don’t leave me
in this cold, lonely place
Stuck in Limbo without you
till it bids us farewell
and that demon of loneliness
takes me straight back down to Hell.
takes me back to my personal hell
Don’t leave me in Limbo
raise the bar and set me free
cause I’ve bent over backwards, baby
trying to keep you here with me.
with me, with me, with me with me....
with me, with me
...more
4min
March 16, 2025 Short Distance.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
There is only a short distance
between her long, first glance and yours
love can happen in an instant
and last a lifetime when secured
Loneliness is no short journey
and it can often obscure
clues of love, one feels unworthy
but love is patient rest assured
I once met a gorgeous lady
a Goddess, way out of my league
but she asked if we could go out
cause she was so lonely …go Fig??
Guys would always overlook her
thinking that they had no chance
leaving her a lonely lady
hoping for some sweet romance
She went on to be a model
deadlines and commitments …yet
we shared months of eager passion
that I never will forget.
" oh, I'll never forget!!
Heh, heh, heh, heh!!
Because she chose to cross that distance
taking action lest love fade
on the path of least resistance
getting love for love she gave.
Often love can come with detours
it’s not perfect it has faults
but when you find that special true love
two hearts will turn in somersaults
Do not hesitate if someone
you're attracted to, is too
hoping you will find the courage
to leap that distance and pursue.
Nothing else on earth can beat it
Money, fame, and power pale,
without love your just a pauper
unknown and broke and so damn frail
It is only a short distance
between her first long, glance and yours
love can happen in an instant
and last a lifetime when secured.
If you’re lonely it’s the only cure
let it blossom and mature
encourage him…encourage her
and then your true love will endure.
yeah your true love will endure
I promise you
it will endure
for sure
...more
4min
March 15, 2025 Night Hopes, Just Like We All Do.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Night hope is a
long black velvet rope
that we climb up
as we sleep
to reach our dreams
where we dance
in never ever lands
in the wee hours
of sun-nombulance
until wheeeeeee slide
back down as
the sun goes up again
come morn
night hope
is a babies sigh
as the last notes
of your lullabies
fade to the soft
milk flavored snores
of all your
dreams made flesh
while your husband
grins impishly
in the next room
awaiting the coddling
you are both
long overdue
till son up
night hope is a
warm candle
in the window
of a shelter
on a cold
and snowy night
as a homeless man
with frozen toes
finds a soft bed
and heated brews
to carry him through
back to poverty
come mourn
night hope is
an inspiration
that drives you
from your bed
to the keyboard,
the pen,
or pencil
to jot,
ink in
or pound out your
fondest gatherings of
thoughts
into something
that will make you proud
come dawn
...more
3min
March 15, 2025 Scattered God Knows Where?-Version-(2)-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Scattered.......God Knows where.
Time is a vacuum it sucks
in only one direction......Gone!
All of those we once knew without
warning disappear from our lives,
as the years are whisked away.
Kids I grew up with, never saw them again
sure Vietnam got a few, others just
moved away like me. But I grew up
in the projects, there were thirty-five kids
per block times 50 blocks of
Veterans Housing projects.
A gift to our soldier daddies
they were rather ratty by the time
my dad got his piece of the cheap
but the kids.... where did they go??
Oh, I know Sharon died of a drug overdose,
and Dani's been married twice and divorced
but the bulk of the gang I hung with
has been severed and swallowed by time.
Then there are the old girlfriends
I feel like some Bermuda triangle
sucked all of my past lovers into oblivion.
I have wandered many vast places
and never ever run into an old girlfriend,
what a joy it would be to do so,
I am a romantic, they all still mean
so much to me, they helped guide me
to what I am today but all I have
is some old Polaroids and a handful
of memories and letters from each one.
All tucked away lest they too get
sucked away like the girls that they portray.
I have whole lists of people who
disappeared forever, Guys I knew in the corps,
Guys I played in bands with, people I worked
and sweated with, even the kids I taught,
all vanished from the face of the earth.
Is there a concentration camp somewhere
that holds them all where they concentrate
on everything but ever bumping into me again.
They said you can't ever go back,
but they don't tell you that so many of
the folks in your past that matter
won't be sharing in your future at all
...more
4min
March 15, 2025 Scattered, God Knows Where?-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Scattered.......God Knows where.
Time is a vacuum it sucks
in only one direction......Gone!
All of those we once knew without
warning disappear from our lives,
as the years are whisked away.
Kids I grew up with, never saw them again
sure Vietnam got a few, others just
moved away like me. But I grew up
in the projects, there were thirty-five kids
per block times 50 blocks of
Veterans Housing projects.
A gift to our soldier daddies
they were rather ratty by the time
my dad got his piece of the cheap
but the kids.... where did they go??
Oh, I know Sharon died of a drug overdose,
and Dani's been married twice and divorced
but the bulk of the gang I hung with
has been severed and swallowed by time.
Then there are the old girlfriends
I feel like some Bermuda triangle
sucked all of my past lovers into oblivion.
I have wandered many vast places
and never ever run into an old girlfriend,
what a joy it would be to do so,
I am a romantic, they all still mean
so much to me, they helped guide me
to what I am today but all I have
is some old Polaroids and a handful
of memories and letters from each one.
All tucked away lest they too get
sucked away like the girls that they portray.
I have whole lists of people who
disappeared forever, Guys I knew in the corps,
Guys I played in bands with, people I worked
and sweated with, even the kids I taught,
all vanished from the face of the earth.
Is there a concentration camp somewhere
that holds them all where they concentrate
on everything but ever bumping into me again.
They said you can't ever go back,
but they don't tell you that so many of
the folks in your past that matter
won't be sharing in your future at all
...more
4min
March 15, 2025 By The Shoreline. Version-(2)- by- Matthew F. Blowers III
When I am by
the shoreline
from which life
itself crawled out
and took existence
I escape from the insistence
of all my endless
scheduled duties
I get lost in all the beauty
of the gentle waves before me
and the sand between my toes
plus the fish that
wait for baited istence
I escape from the insistence
of all my endless
scheduled duties
I get lost in all the beauty
of the gentle waves before me
and the sand between my toes
plus the fish that
wait for baited hooks
they offer me something to cook
that is fresher and more tasty
than any store bought, tasteless pulp
I celebrate life with each gulp
of the salty air and crispy bites
of the supper that I caught tonight
and my warm fire made of driftwood
chases evening’s chills into the woods
Mother Nature makes my life so good
as I rest within the cradle that
my butt leaves in the sand
while the stars all twinkle
high above...
like the twinkle in my eyes
and the summer wind it sighs
while a distant loon replies
there are never enough
of days and nights
like this before I’ll die
and there is no damn reason why
I just need to walk away
shedding my civilized skin
in exchange for basking in this place
that plants huge
grins upon my face
separated from the human race
that moves in such an endless rush
I come here to enjoy the hush
or listen to the seagulls cry
and the crickets chirping lullabies
away from all the blaring noise
that cities feel they must employ
heading back to when I was a boy
before the obligations
left me stranded in stagnations
of the jobs that I must do
far away from solitude
When I leave this place it hurts
my fire covered up in dirt
and I swear I’ll come again
to commune with all my friends
that mother nature gladly lends
to bring me perfect peace.
to bring me perfect peace
just a few moments of
a life of ease
in perfect peace…….
...more
4min
March 15, 2025 By The Shoreline.-Produced & Written by-Matthew F. Blowers Iii
When I am by
the shoreline
from which life
itself crawled out
and took existence
I escape from the insistence
of all my endless
scheduled duties
I get lost in all the beauty
of the gentle waves before me
and the sand between my toes
plus the fish that
wait for baited hooks
they offer me something to cook
that is fresher and more tasty
than any store bought, tasteless pulp
I celebrate life with each gulp
of the salty air and crispy bites
of the supper that I caught tonight
and my warm fire made of driftwood
chases evening’s chills into the woods
Mother Nature makes my life so good
as I rest within the cradle that
my butt leaves in the sand
while the stars all twinkle
high above...
like the twinkle in my eyes
and the summer wind it sighs
while a distant loon replies
there are never enough
of days and nights
like this before I’ll die
and there is no damn reason why
I just need to walk away
shedding my civilized skin
in exchange for basking in this place
that plants huge
grins upon my face
separated from the human race
that moves in such an endless rush
I come here to enjoy the hush
or listen to the seagulls cry
and the crickets chirping lullabies
away from all the blaring noise
that cities feel they must employ
heading back to when I was a boy
before the obligations
left me stranded in stagnations
of the jobs that I must do
far away from solitude
When I leave this place it hurts
my fire covered up in dirt
and I swear I’ll come again
to commune with all my friends
that mother nature gladly lends
to bring me perfect peace.
to bring me perfect peace
just a few moments of
a life of ease
in perfect peace…….
Magnificent Music Composed &
Played by Ingvar Tautra ©-2022
Lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung by
Matthew F. Blowers III -©-2022
at: Art~Whimsically Yours Studio-
Photo credit to
...more
4min
March 15, 2025 My Avenues To Dead End Streets.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Avenues to dead end streets.
insurmountable walls
created only by me,
lie between us.
I can't begin to believe
that you would want
anything to do with me
My faith in myself
has been shattered
to often before.
So I begin
checking the ropes,
that I hope will
be my heartstrings
tethered to yours
as I make my approach.
Stammering rehearsed words,
of what I might say,
given a split second
to catch your lovely eyes
to grace your attention
with my feeble thought.
Never really seeing
that small door
left open to your soul,
as you strive to let
loneliness out
with a welcoming mat
before it chronicaling
your openess
to someone new
who will come in without
fanfare, coined, catch phrases,
or forced emotions.
Just an impromptu hello,
and a warm grin
would do it,
filling your hunger
for companionship.
Convert sad sensations
into conversations
sharing what is
common between us
simple steps
that most men
agonize over
for far too long
and soon the
opportunity is gone
Beauty is far
too often ignored,
as beyond the
common man's grasp.
beauty was meant for two
to bask in and
be filled with delight
I tell myself it's true
but myself tells me back,
"It's not that easy."
Meanwhile I load
my monkey backpack
of desparity as I prepare
to reach you
in ways you'd
never care to see
...more
4min
March 15, 2025 My Avenues To Dead End Streets.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Avenues to dead end streets.
insurmountable walls
created only by me,
lie between us.
I can't begin to believe
that you would want
anything to do with me
My faith in myself
has been shattered
to often before.
So I begin
checking the ropes,
that I hope will
be my heartstrings
tethered to yours
as I make my approach.
Stammering rehearsed words,
of what I might say,
given a split second
to catch your lovely eyes
to grace your attention
with my feeble thought.
Never really seeing
that small door
left open to your soul,
as you strive to let
loneliness out
with a welcoming mat
before it chronicaling
your openess
to someone new
who will come in without
fanfare, coined, catch phrases,
or forced emotions.
Just an impromptu hello,
and a warm grin
would do it,
filling your hunger
for companionship.
Convert sad sensations
into conversations
sharing what is
common between us
simple steps
that most men
agonize over
for far too long
and soon the
opportunity is gone
Beauty is far
too often ignored,
as beyond the
common man's grasp.
beauty was meant for two
to bask in and
be filled with delight
I tell myself it's true
but myself tells me back,
"It's not that easy."
Meanwhile I load
my monkey backpack
of desparity as I prepare
to reach you
in ways you'd
never care to see
...more
4min
March 14, 2025 The Borders Of Nowhere.-byMatthew F. Blowers III
I have been on
the borders of nowhere
far too many times to care
they often seem to be lurking
on my chosen paths leading
me in sudden divergings
to what I can’t bear
places to desolate
to be shared
...more
4min

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