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About Adagio

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Adagio

Just a guy who enjoys life and good people. Writing has given me an outlet to express myself. Born in the deep south. That is where my roots are and I have a fondness for books.

I own a small bookshop with a coffee shop. And I enjoy collaborations and discussing ideas. At times I tread the dark side.

I spent twelve years in the USMC. Also at one time owned a chain of video shops. I sold them all before the roof caved in.

Name:
Adagio
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
Married
Location:
Local Time:
30 Sep 2020 05:13
Interests:
Books, NCAA basketball
Favorite Books:
Treasure Island
Favorite Authors:
Too many to list.
Favorite Movies:
The John Adams series.
Favourite TV Shows:
Mostly news-oriented
Favorite Music:
Progressive jazz and raw blues.

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05 Dec 2018
Last Visit:
29 Sep 2020
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Days on Site:
30+
Forum Posts:
79
Stories:
215
Badges:
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Topic: What’s for dinner?
Posted: 24 Sep 2020 10:47

Old fashion shrimp gumbo with okra and cornbread.

Topic: Hurricanes and Typhoons - are you affected?
Posted: 18 Sep 2020 11:07

Lot of rain in the Georgia marsh.

Topic: What are you listening to right now?
Posted: 14 Sep 2020 10:08

CCR

Topic: What Are You Celebrating Now?
Posted: 11 Sep 2020 11:37

Remembering, 9-11.

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 11 Sep 2020 11:35

I was inspired to see the turnout on the comp.

Topic: Would you rather?
Posted: 30 Aug 2020 08:59

I don't watch my TV. I do read and listen to music.

Topic: What music are you listening to?
Posted: 11 Aug 2020 10:23

Sinatra

Topic: What’s for dinner?
Posted: 11 Aug 2020 10:22

Stuffed green peppers with sausage.

Topic: What’s for dinner?
Posted: 06 Aug 2020 11:45

Salt pork and biscuits

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Best Fauntleroy

Particles of death lay beneath stone, of gristle and marrow. Chiseled with reference to. In my slippery state of being bones. Wishing I wasn't alone. Two percent bleach, with a bottle of Red. Butterflies between my teeth with a condiment of being Dead. Dressed in my best Fauntleroy, with the devil in my phone. Connecting me to my widow, beneath another stone....

Added 28 Sep 2020 | Category Musings | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 55 | 1 Comment

COVID-19

Slowly the curtain comes down, dark rises over catacombs and ossuaries of bones  regurgitating the dialysis of my death  as the tallow drips my impending journey awakening a moth of my sinning quill  across the barren lands of COVID-19.   ...

Added 26 Sep 2020 | Category Musings | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 126 | 1 Comment

Puppeteer

The imps of twilight light upon a broken stitch  of life's hypocrisy and death's sewing basket the thimble be mine and thread be strife like a puppeteer in Hell from gothic shell two steps from Sodom and Gomorrah pulling the strings of Armageddon shaking the salt.     ...

Added 24 Sep 2020 | Category Musings | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 114 | 2 Comments

Ashes From My Meerschaum

Frozen dark of dreams melting  on broken wings awaiting dawn  spinning like wild dervishes  tapping the pane of my insane dripping into a puddle of night ashes from my meerschaum pipe like a faucet with a pale scream  so satanic the nightmares curse   falling on my exposed heart   of bleeding rivers in my veins in my mind's stinging syringe clotting my next verse  on broken wings awaiting dawn....

Added 21 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 160 | 1 Comment

Shadow Of Gertrude Jekyll

It was a melancholia of the rose, and thorns of my dark compose. With a spiritual ardor of love on the cusp of mysterious. In shadow of Gertrude Jekyll paling to a night shade. As my pen drips it's nectar with a damask fragrance, from the atomizer's mist. Warming me with a kiss beneath the pantomime moon. With a breath of life's refresh. Climbing the trellis at twilight, paling to a night...

Added 19 Sep 2020 | Category Musings | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 167 | 4 Comments

Tootle_Foot

As I tootle-foot along the way  over costal dreams and streams through meadows of yesterday and marigolds of butterfly wings bubbling life's champagne  crickets fiddle fantasia's quadrille  over stepping stones and 'morrows where love covers every bough   hearing the piccolos fife over costal dreams and streams of sandcastles in the air as I tootle-foot along the way.   ...

Added 17 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 134 | 2 Comments

Pyres Of Dawn

Silence on wings of brightly colored sparrows today and tomorrow in a forest of woods hearing the bellow of my own ghost so soon the everlasting calls before the pyres of dawn  scampering over rushing waters  splitting seams in my daydreams  of obsidian carolers  for my eyes have seen the glory  today and tomorrow in a forest of woods.     ...

Added 15 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 134 | 1 Comment

Barren Waste

Splendid light now growing dim  'neath twilight on moon's rim  over dark rivers of pale veins  of barren waste as we kiss throbbing to the veil  flooding earth tone bones  of the torrential night over dark rivers of pale veins.  ...

Added 13 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 154 | 3 Comments

Curmudgeon Crackers

Little curmudgeon crackers  bitter to the taste of my words   and disco lights of memories  swarming a corner of new life  warming my marigold seeds planting thee my troth   in a pocketful of shade  to keep the jackals from eating   little curmudgeon crackers  bitter to the taste of my words   speckled with love's powdered kisses.  ...

Added 11 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 148

The Fiddleback

In my mind's cabal, where I play with arcanery  a place where no one knows what is up there  but the ink drips with my typos  and my thoughts scroll a thunder. As the fiddleback chasuble pushes dusk poncho   of darkness screaming the Holy Communion in my mind's cabal, where I play with arcanery  and the clerics who heal my soul....

Added 08 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 188

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