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A Lady’s Dignity

A Lady’s Dignity

I’ve been meaning to write this up for a long while. This is a how to on getting in to the back seat of a car on a busy street when accompanied by a woman who’s wearing a short skirt or dress.

Let’s be real clear about me; I aint no gentleman. Never have been and never will be a gentleman. I am considerate and understanding. I have definitive ideas about how to look out for a woman I’m with and I said so in, “Escorting A Lady Through A Door”.

Guys if it’s your first date, you’re going to score big points with the lady you’re with by doing this. Hell, even if she aint wearing a short thing do this and you’ll still score big points with the girl!

I have just been outside one of my coffee spots. I’ve seen this take place so many times where the guy didn’t know how to do it and the woman wasn’t pleased. The woman wasn’t pleased to have been sliding across the back seat. It’s a journey for the woman of making sure there is no discovery of Treasure Island.

The tell tale duality that is the look of disgust and discomfort that only a woman can convey.

Guys, we too can do that look; just not anywhere near as good as the ladies! A thing of true amusement as long as that look isn’t directed at you. Unfortunately for the lady in the current event, the guy was sky gazing and didn’t see the look she was giving. From the look on the woman’s face, she knew the right way to go about this adventure and the guy was going to hear about it.

I can’t even feel for sorry my fellow man in this case. Well I did have a tiny bit of empathy for him as I was thinking, “you poor bastard, you’re gonna be hearing about this”! That was probably more of an autonomic guy response than real empathy cuz I was smiggling* at the time. Smiggling, someone has to make up words and I’m good at it!

The Uber had pulled up and our not such a hero opens the back door. He points for the woman to get in. She looks at him for a second and then does so. The lady has to turn sideways so her back is to the other door and then slide along the seat while trying to keep her dress from riding up and giving the driver a nice rear view mirror peep show. Our hero gets in, closes the door and off they go.

This is the correct way on a busy street where you can’t walk around to the other side of the car after seating the lady and closing her door.

When the car pulls up you get in first. Go about mid way across the seat so you can reach the door to close it after the woman gets in. If there is dust and dirt on the seat, it’s now on you and not on her pretty dress or skirt.

When the lady seats herself you lean across her and close the door.

There are a few benefits from doing it this way you may not have considered. If you put the arm not closing the door up on the back of the seat around the woman for balance, you can just leave your arm there after closing the door. You could put that free hand on the ladies thigh for balance and if you’re closer in acquaintance, give that thigh a little squeeze. Let her know you like! If nothing else you’ve presented your cheek for a kiss for being so gallant!

You’ve also protected the lady’s dignity and I happen to think that deserves a kiss!

If the lady hasn’t recognized what you have done for her, In the interest of equality you good Sir are now free to tell her about it!

And what did I see of our heroine in this little adventure I’ve related? If I told you what I saw, just what kind of a protector would I be? The answer is always nothing. I saw nothing but her face.

Try this if you need a smile in the moment.

G.R. Hambley ©
July 02, 2016

*Smiggle is my own word – combined smirk and giggle
*Smiggling – combined smirking and giggling

Train Of Thought – Lyric

Train Of Thought

Lyric

Sitting on this sweltering city roof
Far below people roaming around
Sweating and swearing as they go
Every day more joining the parade
Glad to be up here with cold beer

Whistle blowing, wondering where you’re going
Someday riding, riding that train back to home I’m hoping

Thoughts go and come back to hang around
Thought they’d gone where the hopeless go
Maybe just the memories being deceiving
Maybe just me trying to deceive myself
Truth is I’m missing how things used to be

Whistle blowing, wondering where you’re going
Someday riding, riding that train back to me I’m hoping

The Thought 01

Sun going down smiles up on the clouds
Watching carries me back to angel hill
Can almost smell your perfumed hair
Nights we’d dance while fireflies flashed
How I know I’ll be waking her with a call

Whistle blowing, wondering where you’re going
Someday riding, riding that train back to her I’m hoping

Morning comes long before the suns up
Back up on the roof phone in hand
Time ticking slow on the tower clock
Waits for no man so now it’s time
Her sweet voice says she’s missing me too

Whistle blowing, wondering when we’re going
Today I’m riding, riding that train back to where I belong

G.R. Hambley ©
June 05, 2016

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Departure Gate – Lyric

Departure Gate

Lyric

Fretting over it hour after hour
Worrying about it night after night
Feeling it fall week after week
Been knowing it for months now

Needing a plane to take me far,
gotta go, go girl to make it to another day
Needing a plane to take me far,
gotta fly, fly girl to make things fade away

Sitting here having some doubts
Those were the days thoughts
Flipping the phone off and on
Hearing your ring makes me sigh

Waiting on a plane to take me far,
gotta fly, fly girl to work things out of the grey
Waiting on a plane to take me far,
gotta go, go girl to get this life going my way

“If only” was said so many times
Nearly got to where I’d stay
Then came the tears and I knew
Closed the door and we were through

Wanting this plane to take me far,
gotta go, go girl and get out of this rain
Wanting this plane to take me far,
gotta fly, fly girl and start all over again

G.R. Hambley ©
June 04, 2016

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Beach Bound – Lyric Poetry

Beach Bound

Lyric

Been working an all night day
Now there’s time for a little fun
Sun’s making its morning run
Blinding in my rear view all the way

Don’t care what’s been left behind
Wheeling this old chevy 57 top down
Wind’s blowing my hair all around
Heading for where the girls are fine

Rolling again along this same old road
Hoping again to find someone of my own to hold

Got the sounds blasting on the radio
Station’s hitting all my favourite tunes
Smiling thinking what’ll be on those dunes
Just another hours cruising to the show

Drifting along the passing white lines
Summer heat raising up road shimmers
Beach girl thoughts giving me shivers
Gotta get some of those flashing smiles

Still rolling along this same old road
Still hoping to find someone of my own to hold

Sound’s get that pedal dropping down
Baby Blue rolling like she’s gonna fly
Her lullaby rocking me through the ride
Getting closer to that sea side town

Slow curves ahead says the yellow sign
Mind thinking that warning is wrong
Parked her right by a beauty with a song
Hopped out and she stops me with a line

Won’t stop driving that same old road
Won’t stop hoping until I’ve one of my own to hold

G.R. Hambley ©
June 03, 2016

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Recollections

Recollections

The summer days that had sweetly, gently, turned to next
Holding together as the nights crept their way away
One hot day rolling in to the sultry windblown night
Sleeping and finding that yesterday is back again today

Early morning brings a sweater chill, gone away by ten
Walking hand in hand through crackling autumn leaves
It’s getting late early, seeing our old friend rise to greet us
Sweethearts seen in an unending kiss by the harvest moon

Tasty flakes floating down, caught on waiting tongues
Fluffy snow just begging for new angels to be made
Unusually warm you say for such a cold winter’s day
Looking at you, a little lovin’ like we’d been told Eskimos do

Days are getting longer again, didn’t think they ever would
April is heading in to May and the world comes out to play
You’ve been gone not so very long, only seems like forever
Spring flowers blossom brightly where I’ve laid you to rest

G.R. Hambley ©
April 29, 2016

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The last two lines are what happens when you make a sudden left followed by an immediate down. I don’t so much steer these things, I just record where they go.

The course was plotted and laid in for smooth happy voyage beginning to end. I got to the 2nd last line and it took off like a rocket and I let it go.

For those of you that may prefer an alternative happier ending, enjoy.

Days are getting longer again, didn’t think they ever would
April is heading in to May and the world comes out to play
You making the bed where our favourite flowers will grow
Softly settling beside you to kiss, “I love you” in your ear

If You Dare – lyric

If You Dare

Lyric

Once in a time
that was better than anything in your mind
Not so strange
in a world where love’s made such a change
Removed from solitaire
in the so many ways she makes me dare
One so brave
shines so bright over one that was so naive

So it’s you, had to be someone with so much of you
Yeah it’s you, been looking everywhere for you

A small hunch
there’s one but it could be just far too much
So it begins
the first of all those suddenly heavenly things
Within my reach
can almost taste those lips when you speak
Learning to hear
can’t stop leaning closer with that kiss so near

So it’s you, had to be someone with so much of you
Yeah it’s you, been looking everywhere for you

Fire rises high
got to trust the sound of your gentle sighs
Hold on heart
sweet need in that kiss sealing we’ll never part
Feels so right
how’d I never know it was you before tonight
So I dared
lost to found you’re the angel who’s always cared

So it’s you, had to be someone with so much of you
Yeah it’s you, been looking everywhere for you

G.R. Hambley ©
April 24, 2016

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Equal Perspective Please

Equal Perspective Please

Equal Perspective Li

I wasn’t sure on which of my two spots to bring something like this out on. I brought it here because this is about equality and behaviour. Equality in behaviour might be a more apt way to phrase. I haven’t seen much in the way of equality from women and that troubles me greatly because women say that is what they really want, equality. Maybe that position by women is just for show.

Toronto Star, March 26, 2016 – Trial Proves One Thing

It would be beneficial to read the story from “The Star” before continuing on with my piece. The greatest part of what I wrote is in response to the Star story by Catherine Porter.

The events of this trial as it took place spurred highly emotional responses. Not always a bad thing but on this topic and the way it went, checking the tude, and the gender bias would have been a damn good thing for many to do!

You can read two others stories I’ve placed links to at the end.

The bottom line and I’ll give it to you now is this; What took place on the stand led directly to the result.

And I said in response to the story:

Someone has to take the hard line opposite side so I’ll do it. That would be equal treatment.

A real nice one way slant in the Star’s story. Yes, lip service to the male perspective. This piece is written by what can only be a man hating Feminist.

Tell me, how is someone a creep when they’ve admitted prior they like rough? Might not be to the taste of the majority but that doesn’t make someone who practices such a creep. Ever hear of, “Erotic Asphyxia”? While you’re at it have a look at, “Autoerotic Asphyxiation”, maybe try it out!

Tell me, are women (or men) incapable of asking what exactly someone means by rough or only capable of unintelligible cooing?

Tell me, what kind of woman seeks out a man who’s admitted to his tastes, encounters those tastes, reportedly didn’t like it and then goes back? There is no “Stockholm Syndrome” here. No one was held captive.

What I see in this is that every one of those women wanted to land the guy for their own interests after the incident. Men have a few words for women like them but let’s just go with, “Gold Digger”.

Tell me, who doesn’t know that the defence is going to do its job in court? Maybe a woman running on the “boo hoo I can say anything I want and I’m entitled to different treatment” plan?

Tell me, how are these women not responsible for their own slaughter in the court?

Tell me, why shouldn’t the colluding, conniving lying DeCoutere apologize for the damage done? With DeCoutere we know what she did from evidence. What she and the others did made it easy for the defendant not to take the stand. I haven’t seen any women condemning that action.

Tell me, should these women be prosecuted for colluding and contriving to send someone to jail?

Far from perfect is one thing. Colluding, conniving and lying are something entirely different! I’m not seeing a whole hell of a lot of condemnation by women for what those women did. Well then it must be okay by those women who don’t condemn the action for women to conduct themselves in such a manner.

Don’t recall perfectly the traumatic event? I’ve had a few in my life and let me tell you, like most people, I remember that painful more than a good number of pleasurable!

As for the civil route, we’ve seen it in an instance of extreme assault, O.J. Simpson. Most think a whole lot of truth didn’t come out in that endeavour.

Tell me, how is it anyone would be happy for a battle after the war had been lost? Maybe because of some Feminist belief they should just be given everything they want because a man was involved?

Tell me, is it any wonder there is a nasty connotation tied to, “Feminist” that both men and some women just abhor? Look it up.

Tell me, who are the creeps? The women for what they did, or the man who we didn’t have to hear from because of their creepy actions?

Try being an equalist, it works best, especially so in a court of law.

G.R. Hambley March 26, 2015
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The photograph you see was a gift to me for me to use as I see fit from a very good friend, a woman in South Africa. My friend took the shot at Robben Island. The photograph is Madiba’s cell. My piece is about injustice and equality so you’re damn right this photograph fits!

A couple other stories for your reading displeasure, I hope.

Toronto Sun verdict: Poll

National Post
Ghomeshi guide for reporting your sexual assault

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A Cheshire, Feline Variety

A Cheshire, Feline Variety

This fine fellow appeared out of thin air one night. No idea where he came from. He’s been a fine addition to our little menagerie.
If you know who he kept company with before finding his way to us please let them and us know so they’ll know he is safe and happy.
A bit of a prankster this one. This one, like a certain Ursine, will disappear after setting up and loose the objects of his glee. Like that certain Ursine, he doesn’t need to be there to see the scenes play out because he’s already seen how it is going to all go down.

A Cheshire, Feline Variety

How and why you became such a thing is of no mind
Over here, grinning, over there, grinning, always grinning
Really little friend, just what is that you are up to next?

Horace The Cheshire

Appearances can be deceiving, are you truly as you seem?
Cat o’ smiles, nine lives filled with so many incredible tales
Ear to ear you’re such a dear, especially when you smiggle*

G.R. Hambley ©
March 22, 2015

Smiggle … a smirking giggle

Water Pony

Water Pony

Jousting playfully for positioning with your companions new
Electric eel the game of choice, precocious you are when instigating
Reaching the majesty of six foot forty-two, when uncurling that tail
Oh how you snort and that look in your eyes when we let it snap back
Much to our chagrin, finding you’re charged in when hopping on
Energetic, eclectic with more than just a touch or two of the eccentric

G.R. Hambley ©
January 27, 2016

Majik

Majik

Must have been born under a wayward wizards spell
Old school learning of the new age wanding ways
Pins and grins and knees that still show where skinned
Playing with words, plying them in to woven weird’s
Enchanting, incanting, adding sense to an other’s nonsense
To but a blessed few, they are granted one such as you

G.R. Hambley ©
January 13, 2015