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Voicing Feelings A Poem
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Posted:Jul 22, 2019 6:47 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2019 10:29 pm
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There are feelings that emerge They peek their head of a bird's nest They are like those Shooting stems Of a plant's new growth In Spring. Should I allow them grow? And take flight? the nest Continue on til they Are full fledged In their development?
God! You don't know How I want that feeling take hold! That these feelings Do not have hide Inside me Like a scared . But be like a peacock That struts its stuff! Like a flower that buds And opens up! Nature has it's course. Can my feelings also Have their day In the light?
My feelings will they Be allowed be voiced? Or will they by stymied Because they will not Be met with approval?
Should I care what others think? I have but life live My feelings being a part of it. That is a question I ask myself Can I be brave And open Or closed And waiting And waiting For the right moment If it ever comes. I had best then Not hold my breath.
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Fascination With The Brady Men A Poem
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Posted:Jul 22, 2019 9:28 am
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2019 3:39 pm
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I mentioned my infatuation With the Brady men Of the Brady bunch Well more precisely Greg and the father.
Yes, I have over the years Been overcome with some Kind of lust For guys with dark curly hair And blue eyes. From that sexy neurologist I dated in 1990 to another Guy I dated in 1999 Who was a psychologist. More recently there was A guy I saw on and off Who had the curly hair But not as dark.
So this guy I chatted with He had light colored hair That was curly I told him about my Brady fascination. He thought it kind Of charming In a girlish way.
So today I was listening To Simon and Garfunkle And Art's hair caught My notice. Ah there it was again That curliness That I hold with Such a fascination.
What can I say? Somethings last a lifetime? Just so happens My attraction for guys Is not only based on hair. Thank goodness. For that would be just weird.
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Like A Bridge Over Troubled Water A Poem
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Posted:Jul 22, 2019 8:22 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2019 12:23 am
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Like A Bridge Over Troubled Water Written in 20
Like a bridge over troubled water The words of that song They hit you Where the sun Don't shine But your eyes Might feel like You have been Overcome by the sun When they tear up Perhaps some even Escape and on Your cheeks They trickle down.
Comfort when you Need it most An unconditional host To welcome you In your darkest hour Seemingly with a lantern Or a never ending Oil lamp. Would that this Were always an option For the strongest And weakest The superlative's strength Not a factor in times Of strife.
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My Kind Of Poem
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Posted:Jul 22, 2019 7:57 am
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2019 3:38 pm
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My Kind of Poem written in 2015
She loves her poems To be short and sweet Something easy to remember Not full of trite Nor full of hype But full of charm and wit.
Perhaps it is from her adoration Of her favorite poem of all time Hold Fast To Dreams By Langston Hughes.
Two stanzas That speak volumes In their imagery Easy for recollection For us who are not magicians With our memory. For pulling lines out of my hat Of a mind That behaves more oft like a sieve, Is a failing task.
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Understanding Emotion. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 21, 2019 5:11 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2019 5:25 am
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I need to understand divorce.
Not as in marriage.
But in emotions.
Men can do it so easily.
They can separate,
Sex from Love.
I have a very hard time
Doing this myself.
I need to realize
Most men are just
Selfish assholes.
I see the best in them
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Was there ever a better analogy
For what happens when a man
Gets what he wants?
The pretense is gone.
The divorce final
Not that there was any commitment
To begin with.
Now they don't even need to pretend.
Subject- object emotion verb.
Me him love sex divorce.
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Time Skidaddling A Poem
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Posted:Jul 21, 2019 3:03 am
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2019 3:36 pm
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I wish I could do What I planned to But I am ever at the mercy Of time constraints. And to be honest I do procrastinate.
I get involved in other things Time runs along Skidaddling I wish I had the same pace With my tasks I would be finished! And there would be No necessity to write A poem so foolish!
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A Living Doll A Poem
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Posted:Jul 21, 2019 12:16 am
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2019 2:55 am
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A Living Doll Written in 2015
She was a living doll At least that is what he thought He wanted to just hold her Not too tight for fear He would break her.
But she was far from porcelain. She was made of skin and bones. She was fair like alabaster But she could tan if she wanted.
She was a real live woman. With a heart and feelings. He knew this. It was why he thought her a doll In the first place. For his definition of doll was different.
He wanted to play with her But keep her heart in tact. Not injure it. He wanted to preserve her very innocence. Her goodness and light He appreciated this like none other.
The step he had to take The decision he had to make. Was not an easy one for him. He knew she was willing. He knew she had needs. But he knew if he made a move He would want love to ensue. For that is what this doll Who was a real live woman Evoked in him.
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Doubts Snuffed A Poem
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Posted:Jul 20, 2019 11:53 pm
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2019 2:57 am
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Doubts Snuffed Written in 2015
Like any doubt that lingers about It needs to be talked down. Or snuffed out Like a candle that is no longer needed It is not there to light your way. It is just something that you Have found comforting.
Darling daylight is upon you. Extinguish the candle. The blinds now opened How the sun is shining! It is a sign that darkness Shall not overwhelm you. It shall not win!
The light of day! A simple phrase! It is old and oft repeated. For it is evident In it's truthfulness.
Doubts snuffed If there was dripping It will dry! And a notice will be taken Of its size. We can scoop it up and Do with the leftover what we will Whether back to a pile Or in the garbage It is hardly of its same use.
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Thinking And Day And Night Dreaming A Poem
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Posted:Jul 20, 2019 11:46 pm
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2019 12:01 am
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Thinking And Day And Night Dreaming Written in 2016
A lot goes through my mind. Scenes and words etc. I am sure yours is the same Except for the characters The words might be similar. Swear words, words of self doubt Words that we would not say aloud.
Ah those peace loving folks With their meditation And namaste I envy them their peace. I would so like to emulate. Perhaps I will some day.
And at night Before I go to sleep. I think about something I hope to have in a dream. But it does not work that way Our dreams we do not dictate. Our minds in our dreams Are seemingly not our own. In fact at times they seem strange.
Is it any wonder I prefer the dreams during the day? I daydream so much. You would need to break My trance at times.
So what I think during the day What I ponder What I smile about What makes me sad What makes me plan I know everyone else is doing The same thing. It is part of being human.
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A Day's Product. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 20, 2019 10:56 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2019 5:08 pm
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A day's product Production takes place It has a name Whether nothing Or something. Whether large Or small. Nothing or something Can be a phrase To catch all. Putting it in place Whether finite Or nonexistent. Words barely Doing the product justice.
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Accomplishment. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 20, 2019 10:32 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2019 8:47 pm
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I could at a mess For days and weeks on end And not do anything. It is a sad state of events That inertia and inaction bring.
step task get things rolling Hoping for that Law of physics take hold of me.
Instead Instead Moments and actions Separate again.
Fuck it! I wish I could afford A cleaning agency. Order could be restored But I would be The gypped A of a real sense Of accomplishment.
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She Was Lovely. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 20, 2019 10:21 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2019 11:07 am
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She was lovely wasn't she? Until she wasn't. You saw her at her best And then Something happened.
You can't really explain Well you could if You really wanted Just blame her For being Less than perfect And call it a day.
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Thought Gives Way A Poem
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Posted:Jul 19, 2019 10:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2020 10:38 pm
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Thought Gives Way Written in 2017
When I will go Away, away Far from you in thought As is the case In physical distance. That day Will it be a victory ? Or just an escape? Who will say? It is all me And my thinking It perplexes As much as giving.
Give way! Give way! Oh the analogies Perhaps I should just Say a cliff gives way Unto the sea It plunges The earth absorbed Piece by piece Till it is just A frothy mix Where once was earth It is now stark And has a new outlook . Seemingly devastated But it had to come To this Due to sheer force.
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