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The Reason For Not Sleeping A Poem
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Posted:Apr 26, 2018 9:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2018 7:37 pm
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He said "That's me.
Always thinking."
This was in reference
To something he had mentioned.
How when he can't sleep
He wishes he had the excuse
Of doing something fun
Instead of what is usually
My case of insomnia.
I am seemingly
Always thinking
If only it were not worry
And instead fantasies
Of erotic happenings.
Yes, ideally that would be
The reason for not sleeping.
Better yet the real thing!
That would be the best
Reason for not sleeping!
Now he has me thinking
Of this before I go to bed
Will I dream or just
Have fantasies in my head
Keeping me awake instead?
The real thing
Fantasies
Or erotic dreams?
There is a time for all
Just depends on the situation
And a certain someone's availability.
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Too A Poem
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Posted:Apr 26, 2018 1:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2018 12:53 pm
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To emphasize
To give depth
That is shallow
Otherwise.
To add on
An addition
That is acknowledged
And not a surprise.
I am true
To the word too.
And and also
They have their due
But they are not always
Up to snuff
When quite might
Be the word
But too holds up.
And rhymes with
What comes
Or was past.
Too you can complete
As you are tidy and neat.
For emphasis
For an addition
And for truth.
Although some might equate
Being excessive
Or beyond an extent
I am glad you more
Often than not
Fit a situation.
Too, we should bow to you
For your versatility
Or at the least
Say thanks for the job you do.
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My Own Good. A Poem
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Posted:Apr 25, 2018 10:54 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2018 2:29 am
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Get out of my way!
I will be like a train
I will be like a bulldozer
Making room for a new project!
Doesn't it sound good?
Doesn't it sound impressive?
To think I can just
Go for it?
If only I could trust
That this feeling
Would last
That the energy
Would not be spent
Before I was finished
Before I completed
All that I should.
If only I could
Do for myself
Be my own good
Work, luck, fortune.
If not me? Then who?
Why that would be no one
Someone I know
All too well.
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Niggling Presence A Poem
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Posted:Apr 25, 2018 8:36 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2018 2:31 am
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When will there be a day
When I don't have
Regrets come into play?
When they won't haunt me
Like a taunting ghost
Who snickers as I wonder
What was that sound?
Taunting and haunting
That is what these
Regrets encompass
Always a niggling presence.
Yes it is the definition
Of annoyance!
My self talk
How it is on a loop
Ad nauseam!
Telling myself
The past is past
But I have this penchant
I need cognitive therapy
The irony is that I once
Worked for the doctor who founded it.
Those were the days
I could look at homework
As beneficial
Now I laugh as I realize
It gets lost in the shuffle!
Go away!
Torment no more!
I should have a rubber band
On my finger
Which I snap when
Into my mind regrets enter!
That might do the trick
It is worth a shot
It is the way folks
Get rid of bad habits
But I should be thankful
I have not masked my regret
With an alcoholic beverage!
Yes that is the ticket!
I should take that snippet
That I am not drowning
Myself in drink
To overcome the way I think!
Instead I let
Regret's niggling presence
Have their way with me.
As I search for healthier
Coping mechanisms.
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It's Been Gone A Poem
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Posted:Apr 25, 2018 7:51 am
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2018 6:33 pm
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I remember the excitement
It's been gone
It's been gone
I would wake with curiosity
To see what you
Had been doing.
I remember the butterflies
Flitting to and fro
Flitting to and fro
Just wanting to land
On any information
About you.
About you.
I saw a post
Some snippet
That you found
Something you wrote
I devoured it
Like you don't know!
Like you don't know!
Call me crazy
Call me addicted
I wanted to learn
Everything there was
I wanted to inhale
The same air
Eat the same stuff
As it was all about you
And how you lived.
This too shall pass
A statement true
As I slowly removed
You from my view
One less moment
Make that two
And on and on
Until I just occasionally recall
That once upon a time
I was all about you.
Like now
And I say
As I exhale
Not so good times
As even while excited
I knew I would have
A crash landing
For you did not have the same
Level of caring
And never would.
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Persevering. A Poem
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Posted:Apr 25, 2018 12:16 am
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2018 11:44 pm
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To squander
To lose what
You have gained
Whether by hard work
Or good fortune
One must forgive
Not be too harsh
On oneself
Reserve your strength
To repair the damage
Take the necessary steps
To rectify things.
I know this may
Seem so very obvious.
The sooner you
Stop the bleeding
The healing can begin
Make sure the sore
Is clear of infection
Which could equate
To being overly critical
Of one's failings
Not see that humans
Are imperfect beings
Whose instincts need
To be heeded
In persevering.
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Often Saying Sorry. A Poem
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Posted:Apr 24, 2018 12:57 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2018 6:36 am
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I say it way too often
I say that I am sorry
Even though it is
Not my fault
Even though
It was not my actions.
What can I replace
My commiseration with?
My acknowledgement of
Their sadness or
Disappointment with?
Silence?
Make it light
And say I feel for you?
I suppose
That statement is very true.
When my actions
Are the egregious ones
When my ommitance
Or lack of thoughtfulness
Is what is the offense
I will apologize
More often than not
And mean it.
Although that is
Not a promise
I won't do the offending
Thing again.
For I am all too human
Which you are
All too aware
If you are my
Family or my friend.
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Thinking Of An Urge. A Poem
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Posted:Apr 22, 2018 2:44 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2018 10:32 am
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I am thinking
Of making your day
Texting you to say
Let's get together
And play.
You have wanted to
I know
The subject
You have approached
I was not able
To oblige
As I was occupied.
But now
I am at that point
When I need some
Skin on skin contact
And giving
As good as I am getting
Which I know
Is how we act.
I am thinking
To let nature
Take it's course
To satisfy a thirst
To give in to an urge.
But it's early yet
And my mind may change
As I take into account
That about me
You don't really care
For more than
The sex we share.
There are terms for us
But in love
We are not.
So in that regard
It will never be
The best
But It would be familiar
And what we need
At the moment.
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Simple. Residue. A Poem
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Posted:Apr 21, 2018 2:12 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2018 3:09 am
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One word is too simple
Brevity is not my strong suit
I talk and write
Shining and waxing a subject
What a sheen then
But sometimes I over do it
Making something wear thin.
My mind once absorbed
It once was a sponge
Now it acts more
Like a sieve
Is what escapes necessary?
Which is the residue?
I cannot recall
My chemistry from school.
Will I become one word?
Will I be reduced to
Such and such a term?
Indeed that has been
Done before
It's easier that way
So said the judge and jury
All in one
Without another opinion.
Simple
Residue
Try to be taken
Not for a fool
But by who?
If they or I only knew.
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Wonder Bar Oscar Psychic A Poem
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Posted:Apr 20, 2018 1:07 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2018 6:44 pm
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Voice recognition is
Hit or miss
Just take this phrase
For instance.
I wanted it to type
One of my favorite
German sayings
Wunderbar!
Ausgezeichnet !
And instead
It came out
Wonder bar
Oscar psychic!
Auto correct
And voice recognition
You do know how
To make folks frown
And grimace
But also laugh
At absurd things.
I would love to hear
Some of your renditions
Of folks; expressions!
It is priceless entertainment
In that it is free
And on demand
All you have to do
Is ask for Google voice
Or some software
To decipher your words.
And await their choice!
With a smile
And a laugh
I will say it again
Wunderbar
Ausgeszeichnet!
And not get too annoyed
When it comes out
Wonder bar
And Oscar psychic!
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Visceral And Primal A Poem
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Posted:Apr 19, 2018 11:07 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2018 8:32 pm
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The urge I feel
When I see a hairy chest
It is so visceral
I cannot help myself!
I want to run my hands
And rub my bare breasts
Yes I do so very much
Want to touch it
It is like a hunger and thirst
A primal need
Is this urge!
Male models may have
Bare six pack abs
They can keep them
Unless they have hair
For me to tug
And twirl
And watch it curl!
Such a primal urge
Instinctive
Visceral
Is this need
For a hairy chest
For me to touch
And caress.
It is the foreplay
That I would rather not
Do without!
It does me lots of good
As it leads to wetness
And then I can
Move on to other parts
And acts!
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Escape Into Sensation. A Poem
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Posted:Apr 18, 2018 2:27 am
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2018 10:10 am
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Must I always think too much
Could I please just enjoy
Your touch?
Close my mind off
From all it's worries
Go with the flow
Of the sensations
You are creating?
When I said I needed
A nice coconut oil massage
I was not exaggerating.
I need to relax
Let the world slip away
For however long
For however many moments.
I need to escape
Into sensation.
I don't want to beg
Could you take the initiative?
I will be ever so grateful
And willingly return the favor
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In Hindsight A Poem
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Posted:Apr 18, 2018 12:42 am
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2018 6:40 pm
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I wanted him to be
Someone he wasn't.
I wanted him to care
About something
He couldn't.
I wanted him to feel
About something
He couldn't fathom.
Now I see him clearly
He is not who I
Wanted him to be.
Hindsight is 20/20.
I thought he had
Depth in his DNA
Call me crazy
For thinking him
Like his brethren
He could let go
And live far away
He made a life
Whereas others stayed.
That should have been
My first clue.
He could cut the ties
That bound lesser men.
But were they really inferior?
Perhaps just in one area.
They catered to nostalgia
He snipped that cord
No umbilical tether
To his first home
Or even his second.
And so on and so on.
He went forth.
Oceans and continents
They were to be explored
And navigated.
He was not bound
To any one land.
Fuck rolling stones!
Fuck those who gathered
No moss!
I know. I know
It might be the healthier choice
But I am lost!
I am lost along the way
As he found nothing
About me that could hold sway.
He was not the man
Who revered the things I did.
The past was barely mentioned.
Anecdotes with no nostalgic sadness
Just things that happened
About which he never cried.
Showing he barely cared.
He was strong
And he was a stoic
I could blink
And he could be gone.
For he would never stay long.
He was the veritable rolling stone.
In human form.
Truth be told
He is not rootless
His are just shallow.
People certainly had little hold.
They were there if they were
He slept well
He needed no insomnia cure.
Love was not a question
He asked himself.
That required feelings
He could not espouse.
If I had this information
Before I became invested
If I had foresight
Instead of hindsight
I could have saved myself
The agony of a broken heart.
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