'RETURNING TO THE FOLD --AGAIN'

This seemed an appropriate poem to post as I return to the A2K fold. :-)

Nice!

Welcome back!

Er, bavk.

$1.75 seems cheap.

I always like your poems, jjorge. Welcome back.

jjorge, welcome back. Always enjoyed reading your poetry, buddy. Especially like, "insustrial strength baptism."

jjorge!

How wonderful to see you posting here again!!!

I have several of your poems saved in my desk. I love the way you write.

Thanks for the warm greeting Eva!

it's nice to 'see' you and also my other A2K friends jespah msolga, Edgar, Letty et al.

i have been rusticating here in Southern Appalachia (happily) but it's time, like the tin man to oil my typing arm and hand and re-join A2K.

So, I plan to stick around, though it will be at a less than daily frequency.

P.S. I am honored that you would choose to keep a few of my poems.

Regards, jjorge

Could you do me a favour, jjorge?

(If it's not too much hassle - no worries if it is, OK? ) could you re-point me in the direction of those Rhode Island poems. A link to the thread. I loved them!

But then, I like just about everything you write!

msolga, you are, as usual , too kind.

I'll send you a p.m. with the links to my A2K poems from that era --ie. approx. 2002--2006 1/2

Received!

Thank you!

This will be good!

Laundry day made oh so poetic!

jjorge, early days in reading through the links you posted.
But I just had to say: I really love this! Delightful.

"...and did I mention that you smoke?"
(Notes to J.D. 6-5-03)


I can tell we're not meant for each other,
Oh just let me count the ways:
You're headstrong and could be a bother,
My dear we'd not last for a day;
You eat the wrong things -it's appalling,
pizza with french fries, oh dear,
You don't like Rioja -how galling!
(if anything, you'll take a beer)


I can tell we're not meant for each other
Oh just let me count the ways;
you march to your very own drummer,
you're determined to have things your way,
You care not a wit for refinement,
You don't go to operas and plays,
and dresses to you are confinement,
A tomboy you've been all your days.


I can say we're not meant for each other,
It's apparent in so many ways,
(you've a temper just like my mother)
...and yet...I am here in this haze;
I shan't worry, it's merely a crush dear,
You're not meant for me -I won't have it!
So why am I feeling this rush dear?
...Oh well, you're my heroine habit.
(jjorge)

Welcome home, jjorge!! I'd been wondering whether you're still alive. It'd be a great, not to mention sad, loss to lose your talent. Again, welcome.

Merry Andrew,

From one Boston boy to another, It great to 'see' you!