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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 28, 2018 12:59 am

"It's Personal."

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2018 6:39 pm

Critical Poetry Thoughts

Someone criticized my poetry,
He said he could not understand it
He said that it did not make sense
He said that it is kind of juvenile
As I make it like a conversation.

Oh really well let me tell you what I really think!
I don't really know why I write poetry this way.
I just began and it is hard to change.

This person suggested I need to add description
That I had to add visuals
That I had to describe the senses
That I had to let people feel for themselves
And not tell them only how I feel.

But like a zebra
If I were to be covered in white paint
Eventually the stripes would reappear
As the paint would fade.

Nature has many an animal that has spots
Supposedly they cannot change them
Should I count myself in their kingdom?
But I have many more facets as I am a human.

Oh then there is that lizard
Made famous by Boy George and the Culture Club,
Come on and sing it!
I know you want to!
quot;Chama, Chama, Chama, Chama, Chameleon".
Its skin changes with its surroundings.
Oh were I that adaptable!
Perhaps some day I will be.

But now that I have vented,
Now that my pot has gone from boiling to simmering,
I will just tell myself in a soft whisper.
It is all good.
It is actually constructive criticism.
It is just an added piece of wisdom
To which I can pick at as I please.

I may one day write a poem with just imagery.
I may one day write a poem that does not voice,
the way I speak,
I may one day write a poem that does not rhyme at all.
Who would I be then?
Would I still be me?
Oh seriously,
I am not that dense
I am just going through the motions
Until this poem ends.
Beneficial Time Spent. A Poem
Posted:Mar 19, 2018 11:21 pm
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2018 2:21 pm

How can I act
As if I have no cares.
That my thoughts
Are not veering towards
A friend's devastating news
And sadness?

I feel a twinge of guilt
That I could trudge on
But I know myself
And I know I can't
Completely out.

So for the time being
I will spend time
Being a friend
Until I am no
Longer needed.

As much as I need fun
I think the laughs
I share with a friend
Who is suffering
With be much
More beneficial
For my sou
In the long run..
There You Are My Friend A Poem
Posted:Mar 19, 2018 9:18 am
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2018 5:18 am

I am so grateful
For your friendship.
You make me laugh
With your anecdotes
And antics.
You are there
With encouragement.
You are there
With hugs when I am sad.
You are there
With understanding
When I make mistakes.
You know how hard
I am on myself
And you are there
To lessen that weight
In a way that shows
How I am human
First and foremost.

A thank you note
I need to post
On my head
For you to see
Again and again
With the words
"Thank you for
Your friendship."

You tell me to
Tell you whatever is
Bothering me
Like a therapist
Without the copay
Which as you know
I so hate paying
As it seems excessive
When they get paid
So much already.

You said all the flattery
Is making you blush.
Oh that sight
Would make me smile
And laugh so much.
Such a boyish trait
That says so much about
How you were raised.
I thank your parents
For making you
Kind and caring
And humble
Along with possessing
A fabulous sense of humor.

Yes we have this chat
About every other day
As you lend that ear
To my problems.
You offer me advice
That I do not receive
From anyone else
As you are a man
And my female friends
Do not have your outlook.

There you are my friend
I hope I can provide
Enough amusement
For it is a two way street
I don't want to be
All doom and gloom
With any longevity.
So you see something
Inside of me
That keeps you from fleeing.

Are we suckers
Or gluttons
Or just two kindred spirits?
I think it is the latter
For we always try to
Find the positive
Whether that is sooner
Or later with a little help
From one another.

They say friends
Are hard to come by
I bet you make them
Without even trying
You have that easy kind
Of personality
That would make you shine
With your positivity
And your humbleness.
A winning combination
That to me is like
I won the friend lottery
When we became acquainted.
Understanding Will Get You A Hug A Poem
Posted:Mar 18, 2018 8:49 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2018 5:08 pm

He wonders about me.
Will I break free
From my worry
And fears.
Will I take a step
Toward him
Or stay put
In my isolation?

Can I say
It is complicated?
Like most folks
Who have obligations.
I have some that
Are my own
That are now
My comfort zone.
If I leave them
Will I be hurt
More than
If I stayed home
And alone?

Do I protest too much?
Some would respond
With a resounding Yes!
And I would agree
To a certain extent.

But my reasons
And my guardedness
Are for someone
To understand
And if they do not
Then they can move on.

Screw you and
And your judgment.
Is that harsh?
I sometimes get
Too wrapped up
IN what others think.
That is what
Made me shrink
From my once
More active life
The scar tissue
Is mighty deep.
The horse too tall
For me to get back on
Without some help.

After all this
If you can give
Me the benefit
Of the doubt
If you are understanding.
I would offer
You a hug.
One of my
Signature moves
As I have not given up
My penchant
For offering affection.
Overcoming Hurdles. A Poem
Posted:Mar 17, 2018 12:12 am
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2018 2:08 pm

Another week
Until I clear
My self imposed
Hurdles to not meeting.
It coincides with
Doctors appointments
And whether
Their reports are positive.

One organ is in
The normal range
My heart should be
Healthy enough for sex
As with high blood pressure
That was in question.

Now the other body parts
They could also be
Deemed of good health
The discomfort I feel
Handled with medication.

The last hurdle is my mind
And my mood of the day.
Do I feel good enough
To make the effort
Do I feel like I can
Give someone my
Undivided attention?
Do I have enough confidence?

Hurdles I am overcoming
One by one
To make that all
Important first step
In coordinating a meeting.
Happy St. Patrick's Day. A Poem
Posted:Mar 16, 2018 11:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2018 6:46 am

Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Said to those
Near and far
May you
Eat, drink
And be merry.
Til you are content.
Whatever that may mean!
Erin go bragh!
That Celtic greeting
Oft said with feeling!
As well as wearing
Of the green.
Drinking Guinness
Or other spirits
After and or during
A meal of cabbage
And corned beef.

This all to commemorate
And venerate
A Saint
Who got rid of snakes.
On the Emerald Island.

Do not forget parades
That often are not held
On the same day.
For that might interfere
With the other celebrating.
So wisely the day and parade
Are kept separate
Therby making it two
Days to party
Instead of one!
Blessed be the Irish
And others who show up!
Keeping a tradition alive!
Singing and dancing
And playing Bag Pipes!
An Extended Olive Branch A Poem
Posted:Mar 15, 2018 8:19 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2018 5:13 pm

I extended an olive branch.
I am still waiting for your decision.
Will you give me a second chance?
Or will you say it is too late
For that to happen?

I had the idea
That you were a reasonable man
That you were charming
And that you cared.
Those qualities
In unision
Made you some
Quite worth knowing.

The branch extended
Is it not attractive?
Does it not appeal
To your aesthetic sense?
Or is it simply
That too much time
Has passed?

I am anxious!
This I do admit.
Is this your way
Of giving me
My comeuppance?
For once upon a time
Leaving you hanging
And in suspense?

It could be that simple
That you are tired
Of my lack of action
That words have
Been plentiful
But actions near nxistent
Besides flirting
And fantasizing.

So in a nutshell
My extended olive branch
My reaching out to you
For a second chance
You are taking it
Under advisement
And perhaps
As the old saying goes
You will sleep on it?
That might be
Something to deal with
Besides a total
And complete rejection.
Living In The Moment. A Poem
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 11:01 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 7:20 pm

There will come a day,
When I will tell
Another sad story.
But can I withhold
It for now
While the action
Takes place?
While I try to embrace
Living in the moment?

It's not just for my sake
But for the other participant.
He deserves my full attention
Not divided by doom
And worry.
Although that is in
The back of the mind.
Ready to pounce
Without notice.

Living in the moment
Enjoying the time.
Enjoying the now
I could take a advice
From a Buddhist
Or Eckhart Tolle
As that is what
They avow.
I could become
Their poster child
If the lesson is learned
And put into practice.

But just for good measure
I will keep my fingers crossed
Just in case
That tips the scale
And brings me luck.
Skittish And Receptive. A Poem
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 12:16 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 7:17 pm

I am skittish.
I am hesitant.
I am fearful.
About what
You can guess
Yup. It's rejection.

There are some
Who would give advice
"What have I got to lose?"
Would be an utterance
Along with
"You will never know
Unless you try."

I take this in
And may take action.
It's all about my confidence
As well as gumption.
There are other factors
Like the man's character
And if I have discerned whether
He might be receptive.
Ease Of Chatting With You. A Poem
Posted:Mar 13, 2018 6:33 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 3:16 am

Is it too soon
To revere you?
To write a poem
About how unique
You are and
How you make
Me feel?
It feels good.
Can I admit
I get a warm
Feeling chatting?
It comes over me
Like a blanket.

Its the ease
Its your understanding.
Its your wanting
To share a little
About your life
And want me
To do the same.
It will be continuing
I am hopeful
That the ease
That the flow
Will not go away
But remain
For many
Many a day.
As An Empathetic Person. A Poem
Posted:Mar 12, 2018 10:36 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 3:17 am

Some may wonder
Who cares this much?
Who gives a fuck?
If I raise my hand
Would your shoulders shrug?

How can I think
And feel and
Envision another's view?
It is the empathy
In me that is instinctive
It comes natural.
But also learned
From parents
Who offered lessons
In how to treat others.

As much as I laud
And tout this trait
It sometimes is a weight
That is hard to bear
When I encounter
Someone who is cavalier.
Be it subtle
Or blatant.

Someone like our
Current President
And his total lack
Of decorum
As well as his narcissism
Is almost suffocating
To an empathetic person.

I care
Should I wish
That were not the case?
Some would say
Most definitely.
To them I would reply
With a sigh
I will stop caring
When I die.
Were Our Feelings To Be Hurt A Poem
Posted:Mar 12, 2018 12:49 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 3:20 am

I think it would
Hurt mightily
If we were to fight
Which is just saying
We would be
In disagreement.
For we both are too polite
To get too angry.
That is not the style
Of either of us.
We are the kind
To keep it to ourselves
Or in my case
I might write about
Or post it in my blog.

Our feelings may be hurt
But we know we would
Find our way back
To reconcile
Knowing that we
Want what is best
For the other
No matter if we
Hurt our ego
Be it slight
Or harsh.

Am I thinking too much?
I do that on occasion.
This statement would
And should make you laugh
As you know that is
A tad false
As I have a way
Of contemplating
Til I am incoherent.
As I need sleep
But I just have to get
The handle on some problem
Come to grips
With some emotion.

This friendship is precious
Do I say that enough?
I think we both are too
Cognizant and aware
Not to be effusive
If not redundant
With our praise
Of how rare this thing is.

So if our feelings
Were to be hurt
We would take some time
To regroup
And then we would begin
The apology tour
To the other's door
Figurative of course.
As they would be written
With delivered words
For the maximum understanding
Of each other's point of view.

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