. . .Things That I "Love"

The sweet sound of women's high heels

are a sweet-sounding symphony of the universe that few (men) know how to enjoy.
are a sweet-sounding symphony of the universe that few (men) know how to enjoy. | Source

Unpretentious women

are one of the most-enjoyable "loves" that I have.
are one of the most-enjoyable "loves" that I have. | Source

other "loves" that I want to share

BAR ROOM GIRLS, OR EVEN NON-BAR ROOM GIRLS NAMED, "BARB" HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ONE OF MY "SECRET LOVES."
BAR ROOM GIRLS, OR EVEN NON-BAR ROOM GIRLS NAMED, "BARB" HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ONE OF MY "SECRET LOVES." | Source
WHEN I TAKE MY FIRST SIP OF BLACK COFFEE ON A CRISP FALL MORNING, THE UNIVERSE MAKES MORE SENSE.
WHEN I TAKE MY FIRST SIP OF BLACK COFFEE ON A CRISP FALL MORNING, THE UNIVERSE MAKES MORE SENSE. | Source
PERFECT ENJOYMENT: LISTENING TO A TRUE BLUES LEGEND TALK AND PLAY.
PERFECT ENJOYMENT: LISTENING TO A TRUE BLUES LEGEND TALK AND PLAY. | Source
VINTAGE CARS AND TRUCKS ARE LIKE "HEAVEN" IF I ONLY HAD THE CHANCE TO OWN ONE.
VINTAGE CARS AND TRUCKS ARE LIKE "HEAVEN" IF I ONLY HAD THE CHANCE TO OWN ONE. | Source
GIVE ME A STARRY NIGHT, BOTH VAN GOGH'S WORK AND IN REAL LIFE.
GIVE ME A STARRY NIGHT, BOTH VAN GOGH'S WORK AND IN REAL LIFE. | Source
LISTENING TO A LONELY SOUL CAN ADD TO MY PERSONAL WISDOM AND GROWTH.
LISTENING TO A LONELY SOUL CAN ADD TO MY PERSONAL WISDOM AND GROWTH. | Source
I LOVE HOUND DOGS FOR THE MERE REASONS THAT THEY NEVER JUDGE, CONDEMN OR LIE TO ME.
I LOVE HOUND DOGS FOR THE MERE REASONS THAT THEY NEVER JUDGE, CONDEMN OR LIE TO ME. | Source
A CAT IS FINICKY, BUT OH SO FAITHFUL.
A CAT IS FINICKY, BUT OH SO FAITHFUL. | Source
A WOMAN'S LAUGH CAN SOOTHE THE DEEPEST HURT.
A WOMAN'S LAUGH CAN SOOTHE THE DEEPEST HURT. | Source
A WOMAN'S EYES, LIPS, CAN ACTUALLY SAY UNSPOKEN WORDS TO A MAN WHO KNOWS HOW TO LISTEN.
A WOMAN'S EYES, LIPS, CAN ACTUALLY SAY UNSPOKEN WORDS TO A MAN WHO KNOWS HOW TO LISTEN. | Source
BRIDE IN A MEADOW REPRESENTS PURE ART TO ME.
BRIDE IN A MEADOW REPRESENTS PURE ART TO ME. | Source
JUST HOLDING HANDS SAYS MORE THAN WORDS.
JUST HOLDING HANDS SAYS MORE THAN WORDS. | Source

WRITER’S NOTE: Stories don’t just happen. Some are inspired. Some are just there, in the “dusty attic” of our memories. This is one I’d almost forgotten. And if this be my last story, I want it to be my best. (Kenneth).


Mankind is made up of master liars. We all have that easy-to-reach talent of telling an easy lie, to ourselves, for years, rather than face “those” hidden-truths, our loves and likes, that we know if shared, would send most of us into an early exile by those sadly, narrow-minded people who surround us, but seldom try to understand us.


What a staggering mystery. Being ridiculed, even labeled a deviant, for just telling our secret “loves,” and “dislikes.”


But I can see why people lie so fluidly to themselves. This is not a mystery. It’s easy. Much easier than simply confessing whatever qualities, memories, likes and loves that tell people “what we are all about.”


And if it’s one shining thing that I’ve learned in life, it’s that we can only lie to ourselves for so long. Then one day, our “emotional dam’s” burst and out come those dusty, sometimes-misunderstood lists of things that we love, like, hate and tolerate.


Then we have to deal with the hurt, depression and shame that surfaces from us keeping “ourselves” hidden from others.


I am no different than you. Except in one area. I have only “one” list.


And this is it, if you can believe it, my “only” list of “secret, and oh, so controversial loves,” that I have had with me since my teenage years.


With life being so unsure, I wanted to share this with you, my genuine friends, so when I face the after life, I won’t be tormented with something I was to finish, but didn’t.


This, my friends, simply put, is a “List of Things I Love . . .”


I love . . .to just sit still, silently, and listen to a pair of women’s high heels walking on concrete. I am here to tell you that this is, to me, a beautiful song that somehow has become overlooked in “the great scheme of things.”
The sound of high heels on concrete is a sound, a rhythm that cannot be copied, but oh how poetic and lyrical it is to be blessed with a sense of hearing and be able to just hear those sweet sounds that mostly go unheard by the busy, self-absorbed masses.


I love . . .reading fictional-stories about girls named, “Barb.” And if the story is about a girl named, “Barb,” who works in a smoky bar in some isolated part of the “seedy” side of town, that’s even better.
To me, there is just something about girls named, “Barb,” which is short for Barbara. I realized this when I met Barbara Abercrombie, (her real name), in 1967, my first year in junior high.
From 1967 through 1969, I was severely-smitten with Barbara for she was “the” girl that all of the guys wanted, but she preferred older guys for her dates. And this is when we were in the ninth-grade.
She had “that” look. Icy-blue eyes, short blond hair and a body that was fit “to kill for.” Barbara was not a loud person. In fact, she could scarcely be heard in class, or in the hallways of our high school. She her attributes speak for her.
From the first moment I met Barbara until now, I’ve often felt huge waves of remorse for not telling her just how prettty she really was and just how much I appreciated those times that she only smiled at me.


I love . . .a fresh, hot cup of black coffee, by myself, on a crisp fall morning between 5:30 and 7 a.m. just when the morning is being born. When I take my first sip of this wonderful nectar, my life and its many insane events of the past, and sometimes present, make sense. Try it sometime.


I love . . .or would have loved, to sit and soak-in the “authentic,” blues guitarists in Greenville, Mississippi or Chicago when these blues legends were young.
I wouldn’t have wanted to try and embarrass them or myself by “acting” like I knew what it was like to really suffer like these blues artists and their families because that would have been a direct-insult to them.
Blues guitarists like “Howlin’ Wolf,” “Muddy Waters,” and “Blind” Arthur Blake. Those were “the” blues legends who “nailed the first piece of lumber” in the “house of blues,” which is not a house, but a true way of American life.


I love . . .old cars, trucks and bicycles. Don’t ask me why. I just have this unexplained “love” for these “memories with four wheels,” due to the fact that I wasn’t born early enough to own one.
What would be “the” perfect dream for me? Owning a red ‘57 Chevy hard top, two-door, automatic with a 283 cubic inch engine and having Barbara Abercrombie along for a long summer night’s ride on any given Friday or Saturday night.


I love . . .starry nights. The masterpiece by the same name by Vincent van Gogh, and the utter magnificence of our universe when the stars are out. When I allow myself to be absorbed into a star-lit night, it reminds me of just how Mincopi “I” really am, and just how powerful and creative that God really is.


I love . . .taking time to listen to a lonely soul talk of their life and times they’ve had. Not that “I” am anymore the special for giving a lonesome soul a few passing minutes of my time, it’s just that each time I “actually” listen to a lonesome person, I snare some of their wisdom in their stories of “mountain top experiences,” and “deep, dark valleys” they have trodden.
To me, there is no such thing as an accidental life. Each life, big, small, seen or unseen is vitally-important to a universe that we can only dream of from where we stand as humanity today.


I love . . .animals. Especially dogs and cats. I’ve never been stabbed in the heart, or back, by either. Or betrayed or lied to by any of the fine dogs or cats I’ve been honored to know as I’ve walked through my life.
Many is the time I’ve prayed that my few human friends (I grew up with) were more like the dogs and cats that I knew then.


I love . . .to just gaze and appreciate a woman’s lips that has a bright red lipstick. Sure, I admit it. This does sound a bit perverted. Off-center, but I am being honest. I’d rather watch a woman’s red (lipstick) lips move as she gets seriously-involved in telling about a scary experience she has had in her day or just the way she holds her lips so attentive as I struggle to get out what few words that I mean for her to hear.


I love . . .a woman’s laugh. With such lilt and soft-toned pitches, a woman’s laugh can melt the coldest hearts and fortify the inadequate of minds with just a soft, silken laugh.
Truly, when God, “the” Creator, was fashioning woman, He didn’t leave out anything. He installed all things special in “her.” It’s those of us who have discovered His secrets of workmanship, who are the most-content.


I love . . .a woman’s eyes. I mean, I simply cannot lie to “me” or you anymore. A woman’s eyes say a lot about what she is like inside. If she is generous, warm, kind or even arrogant. It doesn’t matter.
Sometimes within minutes, an astute man can tell whether a woman is listening to him just by looking straight into her eyes.
But this wonderful, blissful feeling of the heart also comes with a warning: Many a man’s heart has been broken simply by allowing himself to be hypnotized by a devious woman’s eyes.
This can be summed up quite nicely with an old Israeli proverb, “beauty alone stands. But beauty with a hidden tongue leads to suffering.”


I love . . .amateur photographs and paintings of brides standing, or sitting in a meadow filled with various-colored flowers. And she is all alone.
I suppose my love for metaphoric symbolism has, and continues to teach me that her open field can represent a lot of things, but one thing to her: the endless freedoms of a life she is surrendering to a man with two simple words, “I will.” And she will visit her “meadow” numerous times after she speaks this two-word covenant agreement.


I love . . .to just hold hands with my wife. Not having to talk and talk and say nothing of substance. But holding the person who agreed to become a part of me when she became my companion.
Hands that touch. Hands that hold other hands sometimes speak stronger words than those penned in ink.


I love . . .”real” women. “Real” women are confident, sure of themselves and have no reason to hide behind traditions or heresies. She stands firm on her own two feet and attracts without working, the wounded souls, men, women, and children who have hungered for “the crumbs of a safe reality.”


Finally . . .


I love . . .getting to share my innermost thoughts with my cherished followers on HubPages. Do all of my hubs get responses? No. It’s those hubs that are brought from dusty memories that make me the happiest.
Thank you.

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Comments 31 comments

SilverGenes 4 years ago

This entire piece reads like a poem, a love song for all the things in life that bring you joy. There is nothing in this list that should send you into any sort of exile - it's honest, touching, and beautiful. You have dipped into the pool that fires the imagination and inspires art. Now you have me thinking about what would be included on my own list :-)


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MamaTschet 4 years ago from Northern Colorado

Kenneth I would say judging from this hub that you are truly an old fashioned and genuine romantic. That's a wonderful thing! Loved it!


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JayeWisdom 4 years ago from Deep South, USA

Kenneth...I enjoyed this hub and am glad you brought it out of your "attic" to share.

Your admiration of the sound of women's high heel shoes clicking on concrete reminds me that, when I was young and wore high heeled shoes, I actually enjoyed the sounds those heels made. And back then, high heels weren't stilettos like many are today, but they made a satisfying "click" with each step. (Were I to even try walking in high heels today, I'd likely break my neck, but it's fun to remember!)

The first chill mornings of late fall (which comes later in central Mississippi than many other places) is the perfect time to sit out on the porch and drink that first cup of coffee. For me, it's coffee-and-chicory, a taste I developed as a child. A nip in the air and that special "smell" of autumn really does make coffee taste better.

I love to listen to the blues. You're right--we owe a lot to those blues legends whose trials and tribulations were put to music and started this great music tradition.

I was not born too late to own a '57 Chevy, but it was actually a '56 Ford, and the shade of its blue paint was almost a deep turquoise. Wow! Haven't thought of that car in many years, but I've got the nostalgia thing going, thanks to you, Kenneth. Perhaps I should make my own list.

Enjoyed and rated Up+++

Jaye


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

Aww... Great write! Great idea! Great ending! Thanks.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

This is lovely, Kenneth, and speaks your kind soul and romantic heart beautifully. Each of your "I love. . ." statements rings true. And so wonderful that they all led to your holding hands with your life and showing how you cherish her.

Thank you for sharing this. There's nothing here that needs any sort of apology. It's all good in every sense of the word.


Sueswan 4 years ago

Hi Kenneth,

I love this hub my dear friend.

"To me, there is no such thing as an accidental life. Each life, big, small, seen or unseen is vitally-important to a universe that we can only dream of from where we stand as humanity today." We may not truly understand the meaning of life but I believe we are all here for a reason.

"Hands that touch. Hands that hold other hands sometimes speak stronger words than those penned in ink." There is so much beauty truth and love in your words.

Voted up and away.

If you see a yellow cab, please send it my way. ;)

Hugs

Sue


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mejohnson 4 years ago

This is a wonderful list of things you love. What's great about the list is the things you love are "pure",in the sense that these are real things and not just technology(phones/computers,ect...) & money or status related items.

Voted up.


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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Why Kenneth -- This us a wonderful list. I appreciate bothy your honesty and your soulful and thoughtful comments about the things you love. It was many years ago, but like Jaye, I remember the satisfying click of heels on a hard surface floor ---walking on carpet in heels just isn't the same. :) And I love that one of the things on yur list was holding hands with your wife. You are a kind, and a romantic. :) What a great hub. Theresa


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ericdunbar 4 years ago from FORT WORTH

Old School 'Player' would be a good title to ascribe to you Kenneth. Only a man with a well defined and fully developed sense of romance could list so many things that men genuinely love.

Now I don't feel like I stand alone when I hear the sound of a woman's heels tap across the expanse of an opened tiled room and I say to myself, "What a wonderful sound." I would recommend every man attend your school of romance. Thanks for another good hub Kenneth


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Angela Blair 4 years ago from Central Texas

And here I thought -- at least until I read this Hub -- that there were no real romantics left among the men I know. How wrong I was -- this marvelous, sensitive Hub, is living proof at least one true romantic still lives and breathes on this old planet -- and that's you, Kenneth! Best/Sis


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picklesandrufus 4 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

And I loved reading your hub. You have some very interesting and pretty cool "loves".


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catgypsy 4 years ago from the South

You are such a sensitive soul Kenneth, just one of the many reasons we love you. What a beautiful list. It shows that you truly enjoy the simple moments in life and that's a blessing. We all need to tune into those small pleasures every day that come...the small things that can so easily be overlooked. Terrific hub!


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. Flowed like mellow wine and put me in a dreamlike trance. We definitely share that love of dogs and cats and for me it goes on to all creatures big and small. I too love photography. Made me really appreciate you knowing how much you love your wife. One thing you pulled out of my memory chest - my mom used to clack on very high heels and I did love that sound. Around three years old I tried to fill her high-heeled shoes but my feet were too tiny. lol Thanks for the memories and passing this on.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

SilverGenes,

Hello. And a warm thank you for all of your complimentary words that made me feel really good. I had no way of knowing that all of you shared such things. I suppose that somewhere along the way, "someone" with no understanding, tried to drive it into my mind that things like (liking the sound of high heels on concrete) were wrong. I said tried.

Thanks again.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

He-l-l-l-0, Mama Tschet,

and you would judge me right. Thanks for the kind words. And for liking my hub.

I cannot express to you, or any of my followers, just how MUCH YOU all mean to me.

A LOT. That's how much.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, Dear Friend, Jaye,

I enjoyed your Hub-Like Comment. Why don't YOU write YOUR own version of The Things "YOU" Love? Honest. The things you mentioned about a '56 Ford; Chickory in Coffee; and Central Mississippi, wow, even these are some of my loves. Glad to know that WE all have things in common.

I don't feel like a leper anymore.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello, MHatter!

Thanks for reading and commenting on this, and many of my hubs. Glad you liked the ending. Would it be a "hub" to write a hub that salutes the BEST Comments left on hubs? Just a thought.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Nellieanna,

How have you been? And where have you been? I was beginning to worry about you, friend. Are you doing good? I hope you are. And turning out those great hubs.

Thank you for supporting MY LOVES, Nell. I mean it. I hope, in time, to be half as good of a follower as YOU have been to me and I know, many more on HubPages.

You are a true gem, Nellie.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Susan,

You are a Very Kind woman for taking time to read this hub and leave such a warm and inspirational comment. Thanks ever so much. I wouldn't know what to do if YOU didn't comment on my works. I value YOU and ALL Of my followers.

And you are in luck . . ."Jimbo Arinoochi," from Brooklyn, is on duty today in the Yellow Cab. "Hey, Jimmy! Fare here! Ride careful, Susan. Jimbo is a single man."

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, mejohnson,

And a Sincere Thank YOU for your sweet comments. I am from the "old school," a time long before "Techno-America," so thus, I love a woman in high heels when she is walking at a moderate pace on concrete, and I agree. Walking on carpet isn't the same. And thanks for standing up for me about my honesty about my list.

I won't forget you.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello, phdast7/Theresa,

I have also missed you in HubVille. A lot. I get used to seeing/hearing from friends, and when they do not come around, I worry. Glad to hear from you again. And thanks to you for your sincere words that cheered me up.

God bless you with a Best-Selling book or Nationally-Acclaimed Research Grant.

Kenneth


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HikeGuy 4 years ago from Northern California Coast

Kenneth, you've nailed it again my friend. I treasure your secret reflections and passions. Nothing perverted here -- it's wholesome passion from the heart. Keep sharing your visions -- it adds to the life of all of us. We're right here with you.

I've been spending some starry nights camping in northern California. Nothing like the expanse of stars in places where there aren't a lot of electric lights. Amazing way to get some perspective. You inspire me -- keep at it.


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

@ ericdunbar,

What a great title, "Old School Player." I will take that. And I am glad that you are from my school for you also like the sound of high heels on tile flooring. Most men do, but only a few would admit to it.

Thanks for your cool wording.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Angela,

I am speechless. Thanks for the very kind words about me being a romantic. Okay. Guilty. I like giving my wife a single rose and pulling her chair out for her in restaurants . . .I do not apologize for these things. Actually, when it comes to "old schooling," "I" put up the first boards.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, picklesandrufus,

"Thank you so much for enjoying "this" work." "Glad that you were made happier by reading this, which makes me happy for when my followers are happy, I am happy."

To at least "sound" cool, "that's how I roll."

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Gypsy Rose Lee,

Thank you, but YOUR comment is like poetry to me. What a way with words you have. I could read your hubs and works day in and out. I cannot repay you or any of my followers for all of the support, kindness and sweet gestures.

You are all special.

Kenneth


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Greetings, HikeGuy!

And thanks for your appreciated-input about the starry skies. I LOVE starry nights--even with the sounds of the night in perfect synronicity . . .that, to me, is what life is REALLY all about. Life forms all being in total-harmony with each other.

YOU are an inspiration to all, my friend.

KENNETH


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Neil Sperling 4 years ago from Port Dover Ontario Canada

Awesome hub! Simplicity and beauty... this is a real hub to remind the reader that it's the little things that truly matter. It reminds the reader to live in the moment - this glorious unending of life. Life itself is beautiful and you did a marvelous job of bring our attention to that fact! AWESOME!!!


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Neil,

Thank you, friend, for your kindness in words. And I agree. It is the little things that mean the most, but sadly, the most-ignored. Dear God, my maker, teach me to slow down and just enjoy what YOU have made, even the littlest flowers, smallest insects and tiniest cloud in the sky for it all fits into YOUR great plan.

Kenneth


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Hello and - thanks, Kenneth! I'm doing well, just get busy and a bit 'behind' sometimes. I prefer to be busy, but not behind! Once it starts, it can seem to get behinder and behinder! :-)

BTW - how is your young writer? Is she still seriously interested in pursuting it? I hope so!


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kenneth avery 4 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Nellieanna,

Thanks for your warm comment. I like to be ahead whever I can. Busy is fine, but when I am behind, that is twice the work and I cant cope with that . . .LOL.

She is doing okay, and still interested in the written word and growing so mature in so many ways that I told her this past Sunday, "do not ever forget when you were a toddler, all of the trips we took so I could show you the pretty water, trees, and things that are good," she smiled and said that she and I would always be "buddies."

I was on "cloud TEN," for the rest of the day.

Nellie, thanks so much for asking.

Love you.

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