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About boomiebol

Finding me- I have always played it safe, too unsure and timid for my good. Now, I have decided to come out of my shell, open myself up to life, and my purpose, and share my writings; I hope I find an honest audience. My writings are based on my realities, my dreams, and my very wild fantasies. I hope you like them. Happy reading!

Friday Ficitoneers: That Rainy Night


Friday Ficitoneer

Renee decided to work late that night…it was no use going home. It was probably empty, and she was sure she would only feel worse if she did…

As she peered out the window of her Mother’s boutique she noticed it was pouring…just what she needed… an excuse to work even later than usual…if he called, she would tell him it was the rain. Not that it mattered…

She got up to pour herself another cup of coffee when she heard the door…the knock was perfectly synced with the thunder’s roar.

Renee panicked…Her half-filled mug came crashing as lighting flashed his reflection

Ps: I haven’t done this in so long, I can’t remember what the rules are anymore :).

I love older men


I love older men

Not the creepy ones

But the ones with silver hair

Whose golden smiles warm many hearts

And protect little ones


I love older men

Not the creepy ones

But the ones with wisdom eyes

Whose wrinkle(s) tell a truth

And reflect the calm of dusk


I love older men with silver hair

Whose golden smiles warm many hearts

Older men with silver hair

Who look exactly like you


I love older men

You the most of all



We have been here before…


We’ve been here before… Too many times however… It is time to change the conversation… Prolong it past 2 days or media attention… Our homes are no longer safe…schools are mini war zones, the streets tainted, places of worship now defiled… It is time to extend the conversation past 2 days or media attention. We have been here before, too many times. 


Mommy ‘s Handfuls, Mommy’s Joy Full


She snores lightly on as I watch adoringly

Never mind she has just gotten into bed with me, disrupting my less than 6hour sleep
Her face in framed in peace as she breathes in and out.

She chews softly still as I watch smilingly 
Never mind she has just eaten through my perfectly portioned meal, reducing what was really less than enough
Her lips pursed in joy as she nibbles the last stewed beef.

I smile in both cases rest and satisfaction far from me, albeit badly needed
Such handfuls these ones can be, a never ending handful these ones will seem
But with each handful is 
My joy full… My love whole…

They are a handful
They are my joy full