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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2018 5:29 pm

"It's Personal."

If you have something you would like to tell or ask me, why not post a comment here? This thread is set for me to review comments before they appear. They're just between you and me. Well I might read them out loud and they could be overheard by my pets.

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I recommend everyone have a blog so that others can contact them.

Have a great day!

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2018 8:06 am

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 Culture Club,
Come on and sing it!
I know you want to!
quot;Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, 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.
A New Tapestry A Poem
Posted:Jun 24, 2018 9:17 pm
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2018 3:54 am

Your memory will fade
Like a medieval tapestry.
The scene depicted
One of many
With false heroes
Who knew nothing
Of real chivalry.
That was a part
They played
All for show
No real substance
Once the pageantry
Was over and done with.

Am I a maiden
Worth rescuing?
From whom or what?
My circumstances
On one hand
My melancholy
On the other.
Yes he who comes
Be he Lancelot
Or even Don Quixote
He should know
I don't need rescuing
From another man
Or ogre
I need rescuing from myself.
Which task is the taller order?
A real life foe
Or some invisible
Intangible part of my soul?

Can a new tapestry emerge?
One with scenes
Of a beginning
Of a middle
And one depicting
A happier ending
With a maiden
And a knight
Holding hands
In the moonlight
With the sun off
In the distance
Showing the night
And darkness
Shall be overcome
A tale once of woe
Has a new chapter!
How wholesome!
A tapestry to be hung
As a testament
That dreams and reality
Can become one!
I Should Have Known. A Poem
Posted:Jun 24, 2018 8:24 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2018 9:20 pm

Why did I fall prey
To your words?
Why did I believe them?
I should have known
They were too good
To be true
I should have known
Yes, I should have known.

I guess when I look
In retrospect
I see that I was hopeful
That you could be the one
Who is not like the others
One who means what he says
One who isn't lying.
One who is sincere.
One who is authentic
Not wearing a facade
Of kindness and caring
When in reality
He is a wolf
In sheep's clothing.

Yes I should have known
But hope won out
I am the loser once again
It makes me want to
Stay away from all men.
So I don't get fooled
And hurt as has happened
Too many times
To mention.
Morning Euphoria. A Poem
Posted:Jun 24, 2018 4:54 am
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2018 3:46 pm

It happened again
Morning euphoria
It came about
Because a man
And I conversed
Chatting about mundane things
Family and vacations
As well as one of our
Favorite topics

Usually he is the one
Having them
I just imagine
His naked body
Wet with soap and water
And how I would love
To be washing him
Ah... that would be glorious!

Today it was my turn
I am too shy
To send him a nude photo
That is not my style
But he sent me one
Of his chest
Something to imagine
In my shower vision.
Mmmmm yes!
I could imagine him
Behind me
And in front
Performing ministrations
Of lathering
And washing
With his strong hands
Making me wet
In a part of me
That a towel
Would be a waste
To wipe dry
As such wetness
Was a prelude
And integral
For sensual acts.

Morning euphoria
I love when you visit
Please come back again
Tomorrow could follow suit
Marking the calendar
With an X
Of a very special kind.
I Wish It Could Be Love. A Poem
Posted:Jun 23, 2018 4:13 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2018 4:36 am

I wish it could be love
That he feels for me.
One that nearly suffocates
Him with need.
One that makes him
Want to see me happy.
One that swells his chest
When he thinks of me
And our experiences..
Those sensual interactions
As well as conversations.

I wish it could be love
That puts an added step
Puts added energy
In his day
With the production
Of endorphins.
His euphoria lifting him
Mundane chores
Barely a drain
As he contemplates
What we did
And our future rendezvous
He wants to make happen.

Is it only me
That thinks this way?
Is it only me
That has love
On the brain?
On any given day
A reverie
Makes life much more pleasant
And bearable.
Love is not a drug
That you can buy.
But if it were like a fragrance
He could spray
I hope he would choose
The one with my name.
He Wants To Look Into My Eyes. A Poem
Posted:Jun 22, 2018 4:07 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2018 4:32 am

He said he wanted
To look into my eyes
As he entered me.
Did that statement
Ever send shivers
Down my spine!
You can imagine!

I am sure my eyes
Would be glazed
With anticipation
And soon thereafter
Full of passion.

Their greenness darker
Like a forrest.
As inside of me
I am lusher
And ready to burst
At any moment.
My Mind Weight. A Poem
Posted:Jun 22, 2018 9:55 am
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2018 4:50 pm

I am here at the park
Just sitting in my car
I need to make an effort
I need to steel myself up
To open the door
Step out
And begin to walk.

You might have been
In my place
Once upon a time
Where inaction
Wins the battle
In your mind.
Where inertia
Was your modus operandi
Or am I unique?

I had energy in the past
It bounded out of me
I was raring to go
Like my little dog
When we set off on our walk.
But some days
My pace is ever so slow
A turtle
Would have no trouble
Keeping up.

I have goals
I want to achieve
To get back to my old weight
To get back to
My old pace
Of daily miles.

They made people smile
And look at me
And say no way
They were incredulous.
Looking back I can see
How that does seem impossible
From someone
Of my deconditioned state.

Alas I only have me
No one to whom
I can delegate
The exercise task
My mind is an added weight
Truthfully it could
Indeed be the one
That weighs the most.
It all adds up
It's refusal to
Embrace motivation
And coordinate my actions.
Softening After Hardness. A Poem
Posted:Jun 22, 2018 7:50 am
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2018 1:53 pm

I want to soften him
But only in certain moments
And only towards me
After we celebrate his hardness
And it's gloriousness.

He is so tough
He let's few folks in
His exterior
Nearly impenetrable.
That is where I need
To make inroads.

I could just take
What he has to give
And be satisfied.
But really would I?
I feel I would be missing out
On an important part of him
Can you guess which part?
If you guessed his heart
You would be right.

So softening
Opening up to me
Sharing tenderness
After incredible passion
I want that!
I guess you could say
I want all of him
As I give no less!
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Contemplation Of Procrastination. A Poem
Posted:Jun 22, 2018 7:28 am
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2018 1:54 pm

The time is getting on
I am not on a count down
I just know
Precious moments
Are lost
As I sit procrastinating.
Thinking about all the stuff
I have to do
Will action take charge
And harness time to thought?
Or will it still be
On it's seeming boycott?
As if to say
You as in me
Has not the right goods?

I am here
But in my mind
I am miles away
And ahead
Of all those mundane chores.
We have all been there
It's the quagmire
Of action and energy
Time and thought.
All this contemplation
May end up
In the trash heap
Of history
If forces come to bear
Whether invisible
Or tangible
They come
And complete
The marching orders.
And I can smile
With relief
Instead of frown
With worry
And despair.
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A Charming Man And His Endearment For Me. A Poem
Posted:Jun 21, 2018 7:44 am
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2018 8:52 am

He has become
One of my favorite people
As he and I
Have created a new
Morning ritual.

His endearment is like fuel
How can something so simple
Have such an impact?
How could it have
Garnered such importance
In such a short time?

It is not just the word
He calls me
It is the mood
It fosters
I am testing waters
Testing boundaries
Of thought.
As he offers a sounding board
His endearment
Is a kind of allowance
That few have afforded.
Even though they easily could.

It's easy
It's fluid
It's heartwarming
Such are descriptions
Of our conversations.
I am counting my blessings
I am counting my stars
As lucky
All because
I chat with a man
Who is ever so charming
And calls me by
An endearment
That lifts me up.
His Rejection Still Stings. A Poem
Posted:Jun 21, 2018 12:43 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2018 4:34 am

It's painful looking back
Upon our numerous text messages
Granted there were many laughs
But also the hurtful things
He said
In the guise of being honest.

He said we were
Not a match.
We could be friends
But if sex came into
The picture
He doubts I could handle
The fact that we were not
Boyfriend and girlfriend.

He always said
Don't take it personally.
It was just where
He was at.
But how could I not think
It was due to
Something I lacked?

Then one day
He really spoke the truth
Of how very little
He thought of me
I was not from
His socioeconomic class
I was not as educated.
That was the criteria
He had to have met
To be considered
To be his girlfriend.

Why does reading
This from over a year ago
Still hit me so hard
In my gut?
It is all there
In black and white
And highlighted
Why I am inferior
And will always be.

Most people would
Call him a first class jerk.
The funny thing is
He would agree.
He knows himself
You see
These same people
Would Pat me on the back
And say I dodged a bullet
By not getting involved with him.
How right they would be
How right they would be
But even still
His rejection still stings.
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Said Man. A Poem
Posted:Jun 20, 2018 5:48 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2018 12:24 am

It's simple really
This is what
Some folks
Would tell me.
Forget about him.
And move on
To the next man.

It's easier said
Than done
As thoughts
Of said man
Linger on.
I did have hopes
I had made some plans
Well the truth
Is we both had.
I guess he lied
About their importance.

Said man
Can I or should I
Now call him a cad?
He is the one
Who stopped communicating.
He is the one
Who nixed our plans.

It's simple really
So they say
It's time to take
Up fishing again
Or cast a net
To find those
Proverbial men
That are supposedly
As plentiful as fish.
Let's hope they
Or at least some
Take the bait!

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