Do Not Trifle with Me

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LOVE THIS !!!!!!!!

I believe every Man should have this creature inside of him.

He should carry himself with calm confidence.

He should be gentle and loving.

He should not be afraid or ashamed to release the creature when those he loves are threatened.






Outlaw Josey Wales

Josey Wales

Another personal favorite: The Outlaw Josey Wales
Clint Eastwood is as much a Bas Ass at 80yrs as he was at 28yrs old.

“Now remember, when things look bad and it looks like you’re not gonna make it, then you gotta get mean. I mean plumb, mad-dog mean. ‘Cause if you lose your head and you give up, then you neither live nor win. That’s just the way it is.”

“Well, Mr. Carpetbagger. We got somethin’ in this territory called the Missouri boat ride.” 🙂

“Dyin’ ain’t much of a liv’in boy.”

“That’s true. I ain’t promising you nothing extra. I’m just giving you life and you’re giving me life. And I’m saying that men can live together without butchering one another.”

“Well, are you gonna pull those pistols or whistle Dixie?”

Cool Hand Luke


Favorite quotes from the movie: Cool Hand Luke

“What we’ve got here is… failure to communicate. Some men you just can’t reach. So you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants it… well, he gets it. I don’t like it any more than you men.

“Any man playing grabass or fightin’ in the building spends a night in the box.”

“Anything so innocent and built like that just gotta be named Lucille.”

“Yeah well… sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand.”

“Now, I can be a good guy, or I can be one real mean sum-bitch.”

“Oh come on. Stop beatin’ it. Get out there yourself. Stop feedin’ off me. Get out of here. I can’t breathe.”

“Oh, Luke. He was some boy. Cool Hand Luke. Hell, he’s a natural-born world-shaker.”

Just Me. If it means anything at all…..

So…… here’s the deal. This post is not poetry or anything “artistic”. There is nothing artistic about me. It’s just the ME that a random compilation of words can capture. They that don’t rhyme or follow any particular pattern other than what is in my head. If you enjoy my attempts at poetry, please consider this an early apology, but who knows you might actually end up liking this. 

A middle aged man (47)
And still don’t feel it
In better shape for sure
Than most the “boys” half my age

Body flab I disdain
Far from a health nut
Butter, salt & bacon
I love them all

Pet peeves generations old
Chomping food, bad manners
Disrespecting women
Piss me right the fuck off!!!

I love to touch a woman’s skin so fine
Her soft warm stomach and…
Small of back
All so perfect & divine

Run my fingers through
“Her” hair
And my hands over her body
Makes me feel alive.

A woman’s head upon my chest
Her hand caressing me
As I stroke her hair & neck
Such is heaven

I’d rather give
Than to receive
In bed

Getting head
Is fine, I guess
But I’d prefer to kill 3hrs
Between your legs

Generous to a fault
With my treasure
And my time
Yet pinch my pennies I do

Give the shirt right off my back
And heart straight from my chest
All you have to do is ASK
But won’t tolerate being TOLD!!

I love to iron clothes
And hand-wash dishes
Women’s work you say?
Fuck you, ass-hole!!!

It gives me pleasure
Making things
Wrinkle free
And new

My favorite color: Green
Don’t ask me why
It is what it is
And I don’t question it

To the world I’m tame as hell (Yes, bb that’s for you)
Business-like for sure
But more than once I’ll make you cum
For that there is no cure

Only one woman has seen
The REAL me
And she embraced it
Much to my dismay

That which felt so
Wrong to me
Felt like home
To she

Handy with my hands
Handy with my tongue
Handy with my body,
But most of all….
Handy with my heart & soul.

*** And he said in an angry voice, “Enough about me. I hate this subject.”