tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post2194489157444651281..comments2024-03-18T10:00:31.817-07:00Comments on Yvonne Osborne's Writing Blog: Did I Tell You I Love You?Yvonne Osbornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18212188414972694795noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-443839598997629862017-06-22T13:42:00.727-07:002017-06-22T13:42:00.727-07:00No, maam, you didn't
tell me you loved me...
y...No, maam, you didn't<br />tell me you loved me...<br />yet, that's o-tay.<br />I know if Jesus loves me,<br />then He loves you<br />and we'll be together someday Uptown.<br /><br />Dunno if you saw this before...<br />yet, here it is once moe, curly:<br /><br />Greetings, earthling! Need summore new-fangled-thots N ideers? Look no firdr, brudda. Can't stay long. Done gotta git, Paw... yet, if Im a sower, we plant the Seed; if Im an artist, we RITE the Word:<br /><br />Would U please help a plethora of King Size, wildchild, rawkuss poetry/wordz which are lookin 4 a home in thy novelty?? Thx. Whew. They're pretty insane. They're bereft of reason. Oi! Blimey! They're bloody PINK spiders!<br /><br />Gotta gobba lotta shrewd, surreal, supersonic, sardonic satires, sassy N savvy elixers N electronic elegance (and palpable nuance) on our YOUTHwitheTRUTH blogs. Wannum? Have'm. N'joym. Gettm outta my hair!!!<br /><br />How mucha wanna betcha our sugar-high-mojo, pleasure-beyond-measure, fuse-blowin-exploits R a copious madhouse of one lavish bookay D.O.A.? Our proFUSE NRGod who leads U.S. to explosive fairy-tales in the 'one-stop-shop' symphony Upstairs? God's the BigDude, the Owner of ElysianFields, the Grand Prize, the Austere Overdrive, NoPurchaseNecessary: our bombastic tenaCITY on a Hill which'll plant the Seeds 4u2 grow-up to new N greater heights!! Mama mia! Thatsa good pasta!!<br /><br />CAUTION: our 22ish, avant-guard, accurately-atrocious, offa-the-reservation-like-Jimmy-Hoffa, metal breadcrumms R sooo out-of-order, toots, they're an intimate wealth of bottomless sophistication. And dats da lethal fak, Jak. Go ahead. Sue me. Yawn. But, yet, here's the perennial KOO D'TAH: who else has actually SEEN the Great Beyond in spirit & lived to tella youse bout the bionic, bloated, brevity-like-earth we're living on?? Yes, earthling, Im an NDE, almost salivating4salvation. So gain altitude, never attitude: death has no intrinsick favorites.<br /><br />If Mr. abSUREditty's an ultra-great-reward, and not everyone enters, Q: why is it an excruciating deluge of epic-.357-caliber where the quality's a limitless bulldozer plowin, pushin-your-power-cord with eternal goodies? A: the Prize-A+-TheEnd just gives U.S. moe-curley-graphix 2 VitSee: an explosion-of-extravagance which few R asking 4 anymore! Grrr. They're too concerned withe grotesque sanity of ambivilant piss-ants which swiftly crawl like lemmings to their scorecard destruction. C'est la guerre.<br /><br />THANK GAWWWD!!! the Don has the ebullient BAWLS!!! to do the Manifest Destiny!!! To lead U.S. forward to the White House Upstairs with his SQUARES!!!<br /><br />So, break-free, earthling; be like a contraversial outgrowth of incredibly-intoxicating-effusiveness in your zeitgeist to give the ultimate, stunning, backknuckle potency: Wiseabove. Wanna join this useFULL idiot Upstairs 4 the most zany, kooky, X-acto-knife antidotes? Extremely exquisite, explicit endorphins in abundance? Puh-lenty of pulverizingly-tantalizing psychopathic psychosomatics with eXtras? i2i-kick-velocity's-ass-ultra-maximum-rocket-fuel-party-hardy at my pad ya ever encountered without d'New Joisey accent 4 an eternal slew of precarious, magnanimous & primeval absurdities indelibly etched in the granite corridors of eternity with a total-barrage-of-melt-in-thy-mouth 'depth-of-undenial'???<br /><br />Make Your Choice -SAW<br />...cuzz nobody gitts outta here alive, earthling.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09161116712679365281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-69831006482973876022016-10-28T20:34:48.670-07:002016-10-28T20:34:48.670-07:00What a beautiful portrait you painted with your wo...What a beautiful portrait you painted with your words of your father and of your love. I felt it in my heart and saw the house and its land in my head through you.Tricia J. O'Brienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06678829908377178028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-76642310858593627822016-10-07T06:34:07.060-07:002016-10-07T06:34:07.060-07:00Deborah,
Thank you so much. Grief is a funny thing...Deborah,<br />Thank you so much. Grief is a funny thing. I go along for days and don't feel it. As much as we want to deny it, life goes on, as my mother says, you think you're important and than realize you aren't even the smallest cog in the wheel. Then I'm driving down the road and think about the beans and the corn drying in the sun and it hits hard.<br /><br />Yvonne Osbornehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18212188414972694795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-66233525317229813162016-09-30T04:09:56.676-07:002016-09-30T04:09:56.676-07:00Read with a growing lump in my throat. I am so sor...Read with a growing lump in my throat. I am so sorry for your loss, Yvonne. Can identify too with the way you see your father gone but present in the scenes he loved, and in the everyday books and the coffee. Sending you a big hug.Deborah Lawrensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16882043247450468229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-26409138058479908222016-09-28T05:26:02.626-07:002016-09-28T05:26:02.626-07:00Dear Vanessa,
Thank you so much for reading and co...Dear Vanessa,<br />Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I want so much to spread the word of the sort of man my father was. This was a modest, meager start but I'm glad you liked it.Yvonne Osbornehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18212188414972694795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-77269851251066444202016-09-27T03:25:45.623-07:002016-09-27T03:25:45.623-07:00I'm so sorry for your loss. You've written...I'm so sorry for your loss. You've written a very beautiful tribute. Your love for him is quite clear and speaks volumes of a good man.Vanessa Victoria Kilmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14923111066345543260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-58969958511834515252016-09-25T14:31:10.513-07:002016-09-25T14:31:10.513-07:00Anne,
Thank you so much. You would have liked my d...Anne,<br />Thank you so much. You would have liked my dad. He was a writer and well-read. he would pull you into the living room, sit you down, offer you a drink and start talking!Yvonne Osbornehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18212188414972694795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-66867303804520380862016-09-25T05:29:58.309-07:002016-09-25T05:29:58.309-07:00What a lovely, moving tribute. You've made me ...What a lovely, moving tribute. You've made me miss him too. <br />Anne Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05816355522284492131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-41370863708740125842016-09-24T14:08:05.754-07:002016-09-24T14:08:05.754-07:00Liza,
Thanks so much. I haven't lost someone s...Liza,<br />Thanks so much. I haven't lost someone so close since my grandma died almost 40 years ago but that was so different. Thank you for your kind words.<br /><br />Frances,<br />Thank you. That's a wonderful way of putting it. I know he knew it but I just wish I would have said it more often. Thank you again.<br />Yvonne Osbornehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18212188414972694795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-68089488247809775672016-09-23T10:04:41.929-07:002016-09-23T10:04:41.929-07:00A poignant and beautiful tribute, Yvonne. And if s...A poignant and beautiful tribute, Yvonne. And if someone is there to rub my foot and hold my hand when I'm dying, I shall know that they love me.Frances Garroodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614916006798375706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-45331428405213561202016-09-23T03:46:58.347-07:002016-09-23T03:46:58.347-07:00Oh Yvonne, how hard it is to miss the ones we love...Oh Yvonne, how hard it is to miss the ones we love. I know your beautiful words bled right from your heart. Your dad was a writer and that part of him carries on in you, in the way you sculpt images on a page and record the beauty surrounding you. Your dad knew how much you loved him, and somewhere, somehow, he sees this now. Once again your love is affirmed.<br /> Lizahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16170701034715108039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-56021836163473120252016-09-23T03:07:16.806-07:002016-09-23T03:07:16.806-07:00Chris,
Thank you! I was so elated to have a commen...Chris,<br />Thank you! I was so elated to have a comment, my first in several months. I never thought of it as a gift from dad, but you are right. Thank you for taking the time to tell me this. It helps.<br />YvonneYvonne Osbornehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18212188414972694795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858983085428585414.post-26659228536878870922016-09-23T02:26:56.240-07:002016-09-23T02:26:56.240-07:00Beautifully written Yvonne. Dad would smile and te...Beautifully written Yvonne. Dad would smile and tell you that this tribute was very fitting, he would be proud of you. Did I tell him I loved him? I know that I did, every day I said goodbye, but I was not ready for him to die, not then or now. You are a writer as dad and grandma Linck, that is a talent you will use and have forever Yvonne, your gift from dad.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15119597902788034772noreply@blogger.com