About billybroadband

Biography

I don't think there's anything special about me. I'm mostly happy but sometimes sad, which feels weird some days and normal on other days. Who doesn't have days like that? I'm not much of a writer here, but I have some stuff on the "other" site that some people like. Maybe I'll write some more for here. Good luck and God bless.

Name:
billy broadband
Sex:
Male 
Age:
67
Sign:
Leo
Relationship Status:
In a Relationship
Location:
lower SW peninsula, under a tree, Michigan, United States
Local Time:
20 Aug 2019 20:29
Interests:
chocolate milk shakes and a nice bone-in ribeye. Tickling grandkids.
Favorite Books:
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar, Time Enough for Love, Another Roadside Attraction, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues.
Favorite Authors:
Edgar Rice Burroughs, Robert Heinlein, Tom Robbins.
Favorite Movies:
Local Hero, the Fifth Element, the Magnificent Seven, the Seven Samurai, The Big Lebowski, Buckaroo Banzai, My Darling Clementine, The Last of the Mohicans, She Wore A Yellow Ribbon, Cousin, Cousine, Amarcord, Guardians of the Galaxy.
Favourite TV Shows:
Seinfeld, Real Detective, Game of Thrones, Taxi, the Mary Tyler Moore show.
Favorite Music:
good music, I know it when I hear it. A soft spot for Brazilian.
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Forum Posts:
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Stories:
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Topic: What are you listening to right now?
Posted: 23 Oct 2015 11:58

the Brazilian music channel on Pandora

Topic: The Random Blurt Thread
Posted: 11 Feb 2015 04:29

https://www.youtube.com/embed/UDz718_HhQI

Topic: Poem of the Day - I wish a writer loved me - Nyesha Lashay
Posted: 30 May 2014 07:03

That is good. Both of them.

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Survivor

He woke up ecstatic and it surprised him. He vaguely recognized the feeling as one that sometimes came to him while he was walking the pup in the early morning as the sun was rising. He was supposed to have died seven years ago. The surgeon had screwed up big time and it was a nurse who saved his life. Since then each morning held that feeling of a second chance. The current year had taken a...

Added 08 Dec 2014 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 14 | Avg Score 4.93 | Views 967 | 13 Comments

Pillow Time

I do so love the storm of you. The wild wet winds of your passion Unleashed Ubound Untamed. But it is after the storm, when the calm sets back in and we lie entwined together, those are the moments I most crave. “Pillow time” you called it once. Those long quiet moments No words No sounds No urgency. That is when I seek your eyes with my eyes and...

Added 20 Sep 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 4.83 | Views 748 | 10 Comments

Questions

Most of the time they come early in the morning when I just can't sleep. When I realize that I am alone in our bed now made up of memories and dust. Out of nowhere they are there again the damn questions with no answers. Why her? Why me? Why so young? Why? Of course the only answer I ever get is cloaked in silence. The answers are obvious of course, and really are the only...

Added 14 Sep 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 846 | 6 Comments

The Balloon

I was six years old at a county fair in the autumn of nineteen fifty-eight. My dad won for me a big blue balloon with his skill at pitching straight. That balloon was my pride and joy for the rest of that cotton candy night. As we departed, that big blue balloon slipped my grip and rose out of sight. It rose to the stars, the sky swallowed it up, and my mother comforted me as...

Added 06 Sep 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,500 | 14 Comments

The Mountain

It was her idea  to walk the mountain together The wind from the sea changed the weather fast on us as we walked She wanted to arrive first  to the top where we would share some wine The clouds were heavy and low  and I tried but failed to keep up with her pace I saw her walk into the edge of a cloud  until I could no longer see her through the mist I stopped and called after her ...

Added 01 Sep 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 14 | Avg Score 4.71 | Views 904 | 10 Comments

Caliban

I am the beast that you feel in the night  bold girl walking alone in the dark  self assurance in your every stride  when you return to your home I watch for you I am the whisper you thought that you heard  the word that did not quite register at first  your name, whispered softly, silent as spring wind the name I cannot resist using as a form of worship I am quiet and motionless as...

Added 30 Jul 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 869 | 6 Comments

Lilies

Hello, honey. It was really nice  to see you again last night.  You’ve been coming to visit more often (Not that I’m complaining, mind you.) The image of you that remained when I woke was that smile you had that stole my heart  so many years ago now. I think you were at a beach,  maybe Puerto Rico,  after we were out of the rough patch and falling in love again. Remember? ...

Added 21 Jun 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 11 | Avg Score 4.91 | Views 1,000 | 7 Comments

In Your Arms

The world had become an awful place  kicking me in the gut, day after day  more bad news was the daily routine  Doctors and nurses had little to say Bitter and broken when it was done  I thought sadness was my new way of life  My status quo an empty existence  a future without my dear wife The day you and I shared our first embrace  comfort flowed to me easy and pleasing  Your...

Added 05 Jun 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 899 | 6 Comments

Eventually

Life will really kill you sometimes.  You think you have it all lined up in your nice little plan,  then the kind faced doctor looks at you  and whispers his harsh truth in a voice of pained empathy. Everyone says you handle it well,  and that it will get better with time and with healing. And I suppose that’s true to some extent,  Wounds can’t bleed forever.  The scab will form on...

Added 21 May 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 846 | 7 Comments

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