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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Personal Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2018 6:22 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:Aug 15, 2018 3:42 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 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.
Sine Qua Non A Poem
Posted:Oct 20, 2018 11:01 pm
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2018 8:47 am

Oh how I wail!
At such a derailing.
I cry foul!
For it is not fair.
Life has failed
Once again to deliver
Upon a promise.

Sure there are
No guarantees
But happiness
And love
Are what
Us modern human beings
See as requisite.

Are they not
The sine qua non
Of a fulfilled life?
And necessary?
So when I cry foul
When I wail
When happiness
And love are elusive
It is only natural.
Your Prominence A Poem
Posted:Oct 20, 2018 10:50 pm
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2018 8:43 am

When you go
Where will I be?
I know what I will be feeling.
Oh yes, but the location
Will hardly matter to me.

My thoughts of you
Will be prevalent
Prevailing over other thoughts
They will be victorious
Though they were
Hardly sought.
The competition
Barely fought.
They bowed down
To your prominence.

The place, the time
Will melt away
As I dwell upon
So many things
Featuring you
And your wondrous facets.
Your words,
Your actions,
And how I deal
With all those aspects.

When I am brought back
To mundane thought
When you no longer
Hold court
I will surely be unable
To curb
My yearning
My longing
My craving
For your return.
No Closure. A Poem
Posted:Oct 16, 2018 11:54 pm
Last Updated:Oct 20, 2018 10:29 pm

There will be no closure
There will be this lingering.
Regret a part
But also upset
That we did not discuss
What this all meant.

I am left wondering
What did I do wrong?
Was it just timing?
What could have been
Contemplating that
As sure as I can breathe
It is my nature
To wince over things.

Breathing easier
Will come again
I know it is just
A matter time passing.

This might have been
Much less of a pain
If we had talked about
What happened.
Perhaps you wanted
To spare my feelings.
Too late.
I would rather know
The truth
Of what is on your mind.
I would rather
You be honest
As well as tactful
And kind.

You can now move on
I will say good-bye
With less questions
To taunt me.
Although you might
Haunt my dreams
For a time.
Leading The Action. A Poem
Posted:Oct 15, 2018 10:11 pm
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2018 6:50 am

What a fantasy
Becoming a reality!
If there ever is
A you and me.
A couple
Loving each other
Experiencing ecstasy.
I imagine it
The intimacy.
So exquisite.
You are a master
In certain areas.
Tantric is a promise
I hope you keep.
Tell me
Show me
Allow me
And you to be
With you very much
Leading the action
Like an actor director.
Warming My Hands. A Poem
Posted:Oct 15, 2018 7:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2018 7:11 pm

I do Imagine you
Taking my smaller
Hands in yours.
Blowing on them
And rubbing them
To get them warm
As I mentioned
They had grown cold.

Such a chivalrous act
But par for the course
As you in so many ways
Resemble a knight of folklore.

I dare not ask for more.
I am not a glutton.
I do not wish
To tempt fate
For you have me
At your mercy
I am putty
In your hands
But I cannot help
Looking at your face
Your piercing eyes
Your sensous lips.
Are they wanting
The same thing as me?
A kiss?
Yes, that is what
I am thinking
I am wishing
As I contemplate
Your chivalrous act
Of warming my hands.
Believe What I Tell Myself. A Poem
Posted:Oct 14, 2018 1:54 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2018 11:19 pm

I want to impress you.
But I doubt I ever will.
As a mission it is futile
Attempts would
Never be successful
I know this
But still
It is hard to swallow.

At this point
I could win a Noble prize
You would say
Good job.
You would offer congratulations.
But that would be
Too little too late
Your mind long since
Made up
That I was not
Special in a way.

At the end of the day
I have to live with myself
I have to look in the mirror
What I see
And what I tell
My reflection
Should be
That I am more than enough.
Without a doubt
That should be my belief!
But will I?
Let's hope
Me, myself and I
For all our sakes.
A Preponderance. A Poem
Posted:Oct 14, 2018 1:27 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2018 1:29 pm

It's on the radio
My personal anthem
Wake me up by Avicii.
How bizarre that
I just wrote about sleep.

It amazes me
This mind of mine
To almost foretell
I know it is just coincidence
But still..
It's a preponderance.

Will I be wiser
When I am older?
I need action
Not just thought
Ask me if I have made
A dent in my bucket
List of dreams.
Will it make me happier
Will it heighten
My self-esteem?

I think
Therefore I am
Yes my mind
Still works
Quite well
Too bad it can't
Get me to move!
Am I too weighed down?
Maybe my pondering
Could lighten up
And let me
Live a little
If not more!
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Plans Fell Through Or I Am Not A Witch. A Poem
Posted:Oct 14, 2018 1:12 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2018 11:29 pm

I thought he might
Have something
I could want
Maybe even
More than once.
But alas plans
Fell through
At the last moment.

I really didn't like
Or appreciate
His attitude.
Like a huffing child
So I doubt
I will say yes
To a do over.
If he asks
Which I am
Far from sure
He will.

I don't want to be rude.
That is not my style.
I am very much into
Treating others
As I would like
Be treated.
Being a witch
Reserved for
A Halloween costume.
Not everyday attire.
A Day Of Non-work. A Poem
Posted:Oct 14, 2018 1:03 pm
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2018 7:20 pm

All in a day's non-work.
Sitting pensively
On my screened in porch.
Drinking a coffee of course.
My go-to beverage choice.

I peruse some messages
I respond to almost every one.
A few I just can't bother with
They are beyond me
In either filth or nonsense.

My little dog
A bellicose Pomeranian
Barks at passersby
Showing his alpha hubris.
Ha! The neighbor's dog
A huge Belgian Shepherd
Would eat him
For breakfast!
But Frankie must think
He is safe behind the screens
And the neighbor's
Firm grip on Apache's leash.

I know I should be
Doing other things!
Housework being one
But the day is
Just too darn beautiful
To be inside
Cooped up!

I know when
The sun goes down
I will have some time
To do some chores.
But for now
I am relishing
My day of non-work.
My Heartfelt Thanks. A Poem
Posted:Oct 12, 2018 4:00 pm
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2018 12:20 pm

When I go to you
What at first
Will you do?
Will you give
Me a hug?
Or a kiss?
Or both?
Or at least
Hold out your hand
For me to shake
And grip
Perhaps a squeeze
Of reassurance?

You see
I am not at ease.
I am full of butterflies
They are wreaking havoc
In my stomach
You can probably
Hear it grumbling.

I know you will
Do your best
You will make
Every attempt
To allay my uneasiness.
For that I will
Most probably smile
And nervously laugh
And give you
My heartfelt thanks.
I Can Be Myself. A Poem
Posted:Oct 9, 2018 11:31 pm
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2018 7:53 pm

If I let go
If I let him have me
Will he instinctively know
Will he show
The care that I need?
He doesn't label
Like other men.
You see.

I can be myself
Whomever that may be
Is it the woman
Who wants more?
Or the woman
Who is in the moment?
The one who is
Only fulfilling
A momentary need?

Is there a future
For us?
Can I entertain
That thought?


I am letting go
I have to put aside
Thoughts of tomorrow
For this I know,
I can be myself
In this moment.

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