A Game of Tag

Here’s the deal. I was recently tagged by two lovely ladies at the same time for a game of tag. They were kittygory.tumblr.com and elizabeth3020.tumblr.com. I decided to combine the two into one. I hope you enjoy the results.

1) Post the rules
2) Answer the questions the tagger set for you
3) Write questions of your own
4) Tag 10 people and let them know you’ve tagged them

From elizabeth3020.tumblr.com

1) Have you ever thrown a book out of pure frustration you had because of how a character was behaving?
I threw “The Fountainhead” off a bridge because I was annoyed at how every character was behaving. Ultimately, I was annoyed with Ayn Rand and still am.

2) Who was your favorite character in a book that you read? Why?
I have to go with Sister Jeanne of the Angels, the hunchback nun from Alduous Huxley’s “The Devils of Loudun.” And just because she is an incredibly twisted character who still has understandable and sympathetic motives.

3) First book you ever read?
“Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” by Roald Dahl

4) Have you ever read a book and then wish to find the author to ask them what they were thinking as they wrote it? How would you phrase the question?
Yes. I’d love to ask John Henry Kellogg, inventor of corn flakes and author of the notorious, anti masterbation treatise “Plain Facts,” who it was that hurt him as a child

5) Do you dog ear your favorite pages?
Of course. Doesn’t everybody
6) If you could pick one phrase from your favorite book that hit home, what would it be?
“Mankind will never be truly free until the last king is strangled to death with the entrails of the last priest.”-from a book of Diderot’s philosophy.

7) Favorite reading position?
Sitting on the bed with a massive pile of pillows holding me up.

8) Does it ever bother you when a author ends the book with a cliff hanger?
Not if I have the next one in the series handy.

9) What do you like to eat when reading?
Chocolate ice cream

10) Would you say your a bookworm or just read when you find a good book?
I’d say I used to be a bookworm, can’t be one now because of the little time life allows me to read and that I still read feverishly whenever I get the chance.

From kittygory.tumblr.com

1. What is your favorite pastime?
That would be TMI,especially with my son out there reading but my second favorite would be travel. Just got back from Tanzania and Kenya and it was a life changing experience.

2. Which of your Tumblr friends do you know the most about?

I believe that would be my friend Tish at thetruthimpart.tumblr.com.

3. Which of your Tumblr friends do you know the least about?
I’m not sure. There are quite a few who’s age or gender I don’t even know.

4. If you could ask them each one question, what would it be?

If you had the chance to switch genders for a day, would you take it?
5. How did you find Tumblr?
My wife found it and started my blog for me because she knew I would never do it myself. I am so happy she did.

Now, instead of tagging the usual suspects, I am going to tag some of the folks who regularly reblog my poems. I want you to know that I know you’re out there and appreciate what you do.


I know that’s not 10 but I like to break rules.

And here are my questions-
1)What is the greatest obstacle you’ve had to overcome in your life?
2)Who is the person you most admire?
3)If you could only take the music of one artist to a desert island, who would it be?
4)If you could be any Shakespeare character, who would it be and why?
5)what genre would you say your life story falls into?—drama, comedy, farce, adventure, horror, ect…

What This Flower Means To Me

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet-
Those words are sweeping through my mind; they knock me off my feet-
I need to find a bigger vase to hold this soft deceit;
I need to find a better way to not accept defeat.

My fingers tap against my thigh to help me find a beat;
The petals falling in my hand make this no easy feat-
I wish that I could guard my mind from all this snow and sleet,
I wish that Time would wind away, yet leave this rose still sweet.

For mem’ries fade and people leave and I’m down on my knees-
This flower is the only sign I show of this disease,
This flower is the passing sigh of this cold summer breeze.
I’ll give my smile to some sad soul to show I wish them well,
And then I’ll leave.