Joy M.

Tired of bein' lonely, tired of bein' blue I wished I had some good man, to tell my troubles to Seem like the whole world's wrong Since my man's been gone I need a little sugar in my bowl I need a little hot dog on my roll I can stand a bit of lovin', oh so bad I feel so funny, I feel so sad I need a little steam-heat on my floor Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go What's the matter hard papa Come on and save your mama's soul 'Cause I need a little sugar, in my bowl, doggone it I need a some sugar in my bowl I need a little sugar in my bowl I need a little hot dog between my rolls You gettin' different, I've been told Move your finger, drop something in my bowl I need a little steam-heat on my floor Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go Get off your knees, I can't see what you're drivin' at It's dark down there looks like a snake! C'mon here and drop somethin' here in my bowl Stop your foolin' an

Three friends decided to bet each other 100 dollars on who could make their wives scream more during sex.  They all went home to have sex with their wives and make them scream. The next day they meet up again. The first friend said, "I made love to my wife for two hours and she was screaming for at least one-and-a-half hours." The second friend countered, "That's nothing. I started licking my wife for two hours and she was screaming the whole time and a half-hour after that." Then the third friend said, "That's pathetic. I made love to my wife for ten minutes, I came a couple times, I wiped my dick on the curtain, and she's still screaming!"

I heard them saying, you don't want me You don't need me, not anymore I heard them saying, you don't love me You don't care for me, not anymore Look at all those things I have beared for you Look at all those trouble, you make me feel Now you have gone and have left me But you'll never get away, yeah, you'll never get away I heard them saying, you left me stranded You left me all alone in misery I heard them saying, you don't love me You don't care for me, not anymore The road of life is so rocky And someday you might fall back on me I will forgive you, I know that I will But you'll never get away, yeah, someone will make you pay The road of life is so rocky And someday you might fall back on me I will forgive you, I know that I will But you'll never get away, yeah, you'll never get away I heard them saying, you don't want me You don't need me, not anymore I heard them saying, you don't love me You don't care for me, no

Mary had her fill with the men she had in her life and had just broken up with her latest beau. Determined to finally 'Meet The One', she places an advert in the local paper's lonely hearts classified.  It said, "Wanted- A man who will not hit me, not leave me but has to be an extremely wonderful lover." Many weeks pass and not one answer to her ad... until there's a knock at the door. Mary goes to answer the door and opens it to see a man in a wheelchair with no arms or legs. "I'm here about the ad," he said. "How do I know you won't hit me?" says Mary. "Well I have no arms so I cannot hit you even if I wanted to," he replied. "How do I know you won't leave me?" says Mary. "Well I have no legs so I cannot leave you even if I wanted to," he replied. "How do I know that you're an extremely wonderful lover?" says Mary. "Well," begins the man, "What th

Mrs. Betty Crocker is going to jail Her chocolate brownie cake mix is looking mighty stale Good ladies of the city are having a bake sale Raising necessary dough for Betty Crocker's bail Her goose is cooked and her fish is fried Her bread got burned by the fireside Her jam won't set and her buns won't rise They'be been tied in knots from telling little white lies Tied them with red bribbons to make sweet alibis She's been making gravy out of store-bought stock Got the butcher's wife in a state of shock Oh, Mrs. Betty Crocker, where is your head? Putting bacon grease in the gingerbread Your neighbor said that you've been stealing things So you tied her up with your apron strings Mrs. Betty Crocker what ya gonna do? Old Uncle Ben has been telling on you What ya gonna do? Make a big old batch of jailbird stew Now Mrs. Betty Crocker is out of jail, and boy oh boy, has she got a tale to tell But she won't be cooking, she don't gi

You abandoned me Love don't live here anymore Just a vacancy Love don't live here anymore When you lived inside of me There was nothing I could conceive That you wouldn't do for me Trouble seemed so far away You changed that right away, baby You abandoned me Love don't live here anymore Just a vacancy Love don't live here anymore Love don't live here anymore Just emptiness and memories Of what we had before You went away Found another place to stay, another home You abandoned me Love don't live here anymore Just a vacancy, babe Love don't live here anymore In the windmills of my eyes Everyone can see the loneliness inside me Why'd ya have to go away Don't you know I miss you so and need your love You abandoned me Love don't live here anymore Just a vacancy, babe Love don't live here anymore You abandoned me Love don't live here anymore Just a vacancy, babe Love don't live here, live here no more no no no You abandoned me

Several years ago, Great Britain funded a study to determine why the head on a man's penis is larger than the shaft. The Study took two years and cost over 1.2 million pounds. The study concluded that the reason the head of a man's penis is larger than the shaft is to provide the man with more pleasure during sex.  After the results were published, France decided to conduct their own study on the same subject. They were convinced that the results of the British study were incorrect. After three years of research at a cost of an excess of 2 million Euros, the French researchers concluded that the head of a man's penis is larger than the shaft to provide the woman with more pleasure during sex. When the results of the French study were released, Australia decided to conduct their own studies. The Aussies didn't really trust British or French studies. So, after nearly three hours of intensive research and a cost around 75 dollars (three cases of beer), the Aussie s

Two friends die.  One goes to Heaven and the other goes to Hell.  The one that goes to Heaven begs the angel to let him visit his friend in Hell, and the angel agrees.  He gets to hell and sees his friend surrounded by beautiful woman and alcohol everywhere. He says to his friend, "Wow, you were a son of a bitch when we were alive! Hell looks better than Heaven." So the friend says, "Pour yourself a glass of wine." The friend from Heaven pours the wine and notices that the glass has no bottom.  The good friend looks at the bad one in confusion, and the bad friend says, "The glass has no bottom, and neither do the girls. Welcome to Hell!!"

Hello People, Happy Wednesday to you all. Hope the day is finding you well and smiling. I have been putting in time on my new book, made a goal of 2k words a day and its working out well. I have the name of the book figured out. I like to let these things come naturally and although some writer are more organized than that; my system is just fine! If you are subscribed to Kindle Unlimited, don't forget you can read my books and Love Meets you Part 2 is just a dollar! https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B071L1Y8V6&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_lnDNzb4V6965Z Have a wonderful day wherever you are and remember you can always leave me a message! J.M.

If you want my lovin       say my name Maybe I'll strip    N leave all shame & Dance on stage.... The dance of joy starts real slow Hips sway     2 N fro... Red lips smile  @ You      but untouchable is this woman to you.... J.M.

Philosophers are after all like poets. They are pathfinders. What everyone can feel, what everyone can know in the bone and marrow of him, they sometimes can find words for and express. The words and thoughts of the philosophers are not exactly the words and thoughts of the poet--worse luck. But both alike have the same function. They are, if I may use a simile, so many spots, or blazes, blazes made by the ax of the human intellect on the trees of the otherwise trackless forest of human experience. They give to you somewhere to go from. They give us a direction and a place to reach... The blazes give a sort of ownership. We can now use the forest, wind across it with companions, and enjoy its quality. It is no longer a place merely to get lost in and never return. --William James Pragmatism , 1907

I was sitting on my own in a restaurant, when I saw a beautiful woman at another table. I sent her a bottle of the most expensive wine on the menu. She sent me a note: "I will not touch a drop of this wine unless you can assure me that you have seven inches in your pants." So I wrote back : "Give me the wine. As gorgeous as you are, I'm not cutting off three inches for anyone!"

You tease my mind, hacking at my soul. My heart thinks one thing, but you quickly set it straight. Are we in love, or just playing a role? I feel lost when alone, but I'm sad when I'm with you. I think you know me, but am I sure? The gate is high, but it's wooden. Strike the match, and set us free. J.M.

YOU tell me I shouldn't care about YOU,      that all your promises were heartfelt but not meant to come true. I believed in YOU. I wanted YOU to believe in us too. My heart has to learn now      how not to beat for two. I am always thinking of YOU. My memory burns with YOU. How could YOU be so cruel? J.M.

She was only sixteen, only sixteen I loved her so But she was too young to fall in love And I was too young to know We'd laugh and we'd sing And do the little things That made my heart glow But she was too young to fall in love And I was too young to know Why did I give my heart so fast It never will happen again But I was a mere lad of sixteen I've aged a year since then She was only sixteen, only sixteen With eyes that would glow But she was too young to fall in love And I was too young to know Oh, it never will happen again (But you were a mere lad of sixteen) I've aged a year since then She was only sixteen, only sixteen With eyes that would glow But she was too young to fall in love And I was too young to know But she was too young to fall in love And I was too young to know Whoa, she was too young to fall in love And I was too young to know

Skin sweaty with bullets like rain,     air heady,        smelling of jollity. Arms wide,     like wings of a dove. Mind on what is to come. Will it be finger soft caressing,       up over pimpled flesh? Or the wanton grip of perverse need        between open knees? Find the place where       two become one. . .           delve into licking across slippery surfaces meant for pleasurable fun. Slap that,      suck this,              Ride it,                 subsume the moment to                            FEEL IT.  J.M.    

A small boy asks his Dad, "Daddy, what is politics?" Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me Capitalism. Your mom, she's the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the People. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense." So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad had said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. The little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father having sex with the nanny.  He gives up and goes back to

It's the perfect time of year Somewhere far away from here I feel fine enough, I guess Considering everything's a mess There's a restaurant down the street Where hungry people like to eat I could walk but I'll just drive It's colder than it looks outside Like a dream you try to remember but it's gone (Pinch me) Then you try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn (I'm still asleep) When you try to see the world, beyond your front door (Please God) Take your time, is the way I rhyme gonna make you smile (Tell me) When you realize that a guy my size might take a while (I'm still asleep) Just to try to figure out what all this is for It's the perfect time of day To throw all your cares away Put the sprinkler on the lawn And run through with my gym shorts on Take a drink right from the hose And change into some dryer clothes Climb the stairs up to my room Sleep away the afternoon Like a dream you try to remember but it's gone (Pinch me) Then

I think sometimes I will not win. That all my efforts lead to sin. I just want hot sex on a cold night. Someone to hold me tight & tell me everything is alright. Kill the pain with sweat & tears. I want to be touched until my skin burns from thoughtless passion. Passion that you can give,       if only you leap into my sin. J.M.

A couple were sitting in the living room watching TV when the phone rang. The husband picked it up, listened for five seconds then screamed, "How the hell would I know? Call the weather channel!" As he stomped back to his chair his wife asked, "What was that all about?" He replied, "It was just some dumb asshole wanting to know if the coast was clear."

The wheel of life never settles on you. The turning and yearning will make you blue. Leave what you know, and pick up what you don't. Someday you just may find what you want with a little bit of hope. J.M.

A depressed young woman was so desperate that she decided to end her life by throwing herself in the ocean. When she went down to the docks,a handsome young sailor noticed her tears, took pity on her, and said, "Look, you've got a lot to live for. I'm off to Europe in the morning, and if you like, I can stow you away on my ship. I'll take good care of you and bring you food every day." Moving closer, he slipped his arm around her waist and added, "I'll keep you happy, and you'll keep me happy." The girl nodded yes. After all, what did she have to lose? That night, the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a lifeboat. From then on, every night he brought her three sandwiches and a piece of fruit, and they made passionate love until dawn. Three weeks later, during a routine search, she was discovered by the captain. "What are you doing hiding in this lifeboat?" the captain asked. She got up and explained, "I have an arrangem

Don't let the sun catch you cryin' The night's the time for all your tears Your heart may be broken tonight But tomorrow in the morning light Don't let the sun catch you cryin' The night-time shadows disappear And with them go all your tears For the morning will bring joy For every girl and boy So don't let the sun catch you cryin' We know that cryin's not a bad thing But stop your cryin' when the birds sing It may be hard to discover That you've been left for another But don't forget that love's a game And it can always come again Oh don't let the sun catch you cryin' Don't let the sun catch you cryin', oh no Oh, oh, oh

What she moves in shape alone Can produce drooling drones What she thinks inside Can make others open their minds What she cuts with words Can disappear anyone not Disciplined enough to disagree. There are two sides of what I feel inside. Flip me over and pick a side. Heads or Tails... J.M.

 I know that you say I get mean when I'm drinking  But then again sometimes I get really sweet So what does it mean if I tell you to go fuck yourself Or if I say that you're beautiful to me It's affection, always You're gonna see it someday My attention for you Even if it's not what you need Sometimes we talk all night long, we don't shut up  And when it's late we'll say we're still wide awake so... We love to talk about how you'll come up to visit me  And we'll rent a car and we'll drive upstate It's affection, always You're gonna see it someday My attention's on you  Even if it's not what you need I think of you I want you too I'd fall for you I think of you I want you too I'd fall for you I think of you  I want you too  I'd fall for you  I think of you  I want you too  I'd fall for you  It's affection, always It's affection, always

Be careful of words. . . Words and eggs must be handled with care. Once broken they are impossible things to repair. -Anne Sexton  "Words" in The awful Rowing Towards God , 1975

You gotta know, I'm feeling love  Made of gold, I never loved her Another one, another you  It's gotta be love I said it You gotta know, I'm feeling love  You gotta know, I'm feeling love  You gotta know, I'm feeling love  Made of gold, I never loved her  Another one, another you  It's gotta be love I said it  I might as well be in a garden I said, ah a smell in the air is a dripping rose (you could be the one for me) Another soul to meet my void then Of anything bare that's made of gold  A physical kiss is nothing without it  And you close your eyes to see what it's done  The body that lies is built up on looking 'Cause all that remains before it's begun You gotta know, I'm feeling love Made of gold, I never loved her  Another one, another you It's gotta be love, I said it You gotta know, I'm feeling love  Made of gold, I never loved her  Another one, another you It's gotta be love,

Close your eyes and lose the feeling that's been sinking Close your eyes and count to three  Close your eyes rewind, I know just what you're thinking Close your eyes and think of me Larger than life, niceties Bigger than you, more than me I've got the Monday morning blues And oh my God I've got the home for you And give the everyday morning you...use There's things right here I can't afford to choose Close your eyes and lose the feeling that's been sinking  Close your eyes and count to three  Close your eyes rewind, I know just what you're thinking Close your eyes and think of me Sincere, caramel, champagne, down drain, tell him, no gain  It's so damn physical it will sustain And too damn Technicolor to refrain And much too taxing for my little brain Why do we never know enough of happiness? Why do they never show? All the times we have been so good and caring  How many times we'll never know Close your eyes and lose th

Sunday writing muse music... Hope everyone is having a great day! J.M.

What is this empty vessel doing in my hand? I swear I filled it up just moments ago. Condensation is slick on the vessel I have in my hand, But it's as empty as an up-turned hourglass. It wasn't supposed to be this empty I was sure. Was there a hole that was made while I looked away? I wish I could wind back time, never to have filled this vessel that seems as broken as fragile glass. It can never be full again but I will set it aside for some other fool to be duped by the condensation too. J.M.

Ima push you against the wall, hear you exhale, demand you say mOi name baby doll. Look into my hazel eyes, don't be afraid, it's okay I only want to play... Open your mouth, here comes my tongue, Ima be rubbing against something long. Circle around, pin me down. I will try to deny, it's not you I want inside. Don't break a sweat, just get me nice and wet. I want to win this round. Let me pin you with your pants down. Who's winning or losing, does it matter when our moans are ensuing? Say mOi name, have no shame. What's MY name? J.M.

Human reaction to words, like much other human behavior, is also motivated by irrational impulses. -Louis B Solomon Semantics and common sense, 1966

My writing muse music for the day...

Hello people, Writing about Coralee has been fairly easy. She's a strong woman who although leading a sheltered life knows how the evil of the world works. Still working on a title and cover for the book but hope to finish it before September. Fingers crossed! Have a great Thursday! J.M.

I wrote this poem in 2008 and decided to put it up for publication and I find it pertains to heartbreak, love loss, either with friends, family or any other deep emotion we can experience. Spillwords is a great site for publishing your words for free. J.M. http://spillwords.com/love-bleeds/

I was blanketed in lust. Devoured from the inside with    rhythmic perspiration. Plunging deep, like a knife,    on a cold winter night. I lifted myself towards it like a glutton,    head spinning all of a sudden. He was striving towards some intoxicated hard earned moment,    which I found Herculean and unnerving. I've been thinking of how he looked in ecstasy,    calling my name as if the two were the same. Then he was gone,    the blanket of lust stripped away without shame. Cold and empty without shelter,    it's just my body he's after. Lick my lips,    flip my hair        Where the hell is my            underwear? J.M.

Hello People, I believe that when you feel strong emotions, putting them down is therapeutic. I have a book of poems I've had for YEARS and although some are silly, like the ones about boys I liked back in junior high, I still have them to reflect on and see how I've grown as a writer. Everyone is different in their emotional release and I love finding those differences. Hope everyone is having a great Monday! J.M. https://twitter.com/JOY4NO1/status/894438351285002240 https://twitter.com/JOY4NO1/status/894457018320207872

Hello people, Happy Sunday to you all. Today is the last chance to pick up your free copy of my first book and if you've already done so please leave a review if you have a moment. Good, bad or indifferent I would like to know what you think! Have a wonderful day! J.M. https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B071Y68ZCF&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_rB1HzbSRCG0Q8  

Hello people, I'm working hard on my new book.  It's dark, it's wild and has me throwing back the covers at night to write a scene. Here's a little quote from Jaxxen, who I'm sure you'll love or hate depending on your position of filthy language and putting anyone in the ground that gets in his way. Have a great day! J.M.  

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I love this song... play it at least twice a day and hope you love the intro as much as I do.

Hello to those of you who check in! I hope you're all having a great day and are smiling. To celebrate my birthday on Friday I am making my first book of Love Meets You available for free until Monday. Don't miss out and spread the word! Click on the link for a free preview now! https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B071Y68ZCF&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_uQ3GzbER82P38

She winced and groveled, but you could not diminish her zeal. Things were said, felt & gesticulated through the rain which she hoped would never end. The disheveled appearance after the underplayed belittlement only made for more inward exhilarant. She takes the barbs, welcomes the accusations because in the blatant end. . . SHE WILL DANCE ON YOUR GRAVE WEARING NOTHING BUT STILETTOS & RAIN. J.M.

 The words to the songs aren't written out just for the paper, they're written so you can read them. . . . It ain't the melodies that're important, man, it's the words. --Bob Dylan Dylan , 1984