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June 1, 2023

The Traveller’s Lament – Epic Fantasy Song — Medieval Fantasy — Fiction

By binkyproductions

We hear of travellers long ago,
Who slew great beasts and won some gold.
We hear how they overcame their foes,
Bringing hope and peace, and how they were bold.

But when they die, what happens next?
New fears come home and perils stay,
New heroes come along and there’s no time to rest,
For fight they must, risk their lives if they may.

And what about me, when do I go,
And prove myself to everyone?
I will dare to defeat and overcome fear and foe,
I will be as great as the greatest, when I am done.

Now that the shadows are clearly seen,
And the enemy strives to kill,
I shake and shiver — what does all this mean?
I hide away. I cannot find my will.

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May 31, 2023

When Did We Cross These Lines? Dark Poem — Dark Poetry

By binkyproductions

Me: Well, we’ll go with a different one today, since I can’t find the boogie one.

Ah well, I have no idea where I put it now. It’s a boogie-type song I wrote. I want to give it a sinister twist. Let’s put it out there for me to find it.

Apologies for the short rant.

Today’s poem is…interesting. It reads like a song. I don’t remember when I wrote or what mindset I was in. What my message was, so I will leave its interpretation up to you.

When Did We Cross These Lines?

When does a smile become a smirk?
When does the truth become a lie?
When does gratitude become regret?
When does forgiveness become revenge?
When does companionship become solitude?
When did you become so cruel?

What does it take to make you happy?
‘You’re beautiful,’ is just not good enough.
You want more than you need.
‘Let go my hand, you’re too rough.’
We all want to be left alone.

When does love become hate?
When does friendship become condescension?
When does openness become stubbornness?
When does knowledge become ignorance?
When does wisdom become cunning?
When did you become so false?

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May 30, 2023

Is Kissing Cheating? A Story of Ill-Defined Monogamy.

By binkyproductions

Ask me this today, and I’d say it depends on how you define your relationship with your partner.

For example, for me and my husband, with our needs and desires, wants and expectations, kissing someone else is cheating for us. That is our monogamy.

I understand not all relationships are the same. There are very happy poly relationships, in which case kissing might be considered okay.

But what happens when a relationship is NOT defined?
Can you expect your partner to not kiss someone else?

Ask me this 15 years ago and I would have thought that cheating was ONLY having sex with someone else.

I was in an ill-defined relationship with a junkie. We were four months into the relationship at that time. It was New Year’s Eve.

(Yeah, you probably see where this is going.)

My family had organised something at my sister’s. The junkie called to say he was feeling unwell, coming down with something, and preferred to sleep it off. Concerned, we all told him well wishes, despite me feeling bummed.

My family and I had a wonderful and relaxing celebration at my sister’s.

When we got home, a bit past midnight, I still felt like I wanted to see him. He didn’t live far, and his roommate V, who’d become a good friend of mine by this time, had told me to pass by the apartment once I got home so we could hang out in celebration a bit anyway.

So my mom and I prepared some remedies and brews for me to bring to the junkie to help him feel better.

I walked over to his place. When V buzzed me up, he apologetically admitted that the junkie was not home. It turned out the junkie had gone to a party with his long-time friends. I was stunned and disappointed.

He ditched me for a party!

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May 29, 2023

A Day In The Life of A Programmer (His POV)

By binkyproductions

This story is a direct complement to “A Day In the Life of A Romance Writer.” This story is written from Hubby’s POV.

The alarm wakes me and I am instantly broody. I hate waking up so early to grind all day at work at a job I’ve been at for so long. But, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

(Enjoy this next part of the story accompanied by this song.)

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the day ahead.

As I inhale, I feel my wife’s soft hands on my skin. She moans softly, waking. She knows I’ll be leaving the bed where she will continue to sleep, alone, and with not as much warmth.

It pains me to have to leave her side. I take her hand and she smiles, slowly opening her eyes. She doesn’t need to say it, I know by the way she’s looking at me, but she says it anyway, expressing her desire for me. It breaks my heart to turn her down.

Some mornings, when I don’t have to be at the office, I allow some time to indulge in our love with the passion that I feel for her. But not this morning, I can’t, no matter how much I wish I could sleep longer, hold her in my arms and make love to her just to make her go crazy for me in the ways that make her screams fill me with elation.

I sigh, and she knows. I express I wish there was time and she seems satisfied with that, but I can see in her eyes the disappointment that I must now get up.

She moves aside to let me do my thing, and where her arms were wrapped around me now feel cold. I want her warmth again. But looking at the clock, I know there’s no time to waste.

(Enjoy this next part of the story accompanied by this song starting at 1:38.)

When I get to work, it’s meeting after meeting. At least I don’t have to decide in what order to do these tasks. I lead my team and guide the programmers working with me. I explore solutions and express my discontent with some issues we’ve been having. It’s a long and tedious day, and I’m glad I don’t have to go running around the shops after work today.

The banter I share with my colleagues lifts my spirits as we commiserate together. Some clients are being difficult…again. But we quickly find a solution…or part of one. Hehe, when we tell the president of the company about all this, he’s going to have a field day with jokes about what we discovered today.

When I get home, my wife runs to me and wraps her arms around me. ‘My love!’ we both express and we kiss, sharing lovey-doveys. She smiles giddily and her eyes twinkle with the joy I know I bring her. I hope she can see in my eyes that she too makes me feel that same joy.

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