Not The Plague Bubonic A Poem
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Posted:Apr 6, 2018 12:29 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2018 1:15 pm
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I think I blew it.
I think I lost my mystery
I divulged too much
I let him know my secrets
Some of them
Might have turned him off.
My sexiness thereby diminished.
I admitted I was average
I was not some fantastic mind
To go along with my less than
Fantastic body.
I was honest
Genuine, authentic
You would think those terms
Meant I had the plague Bubonic!
Should honesty be contagious?
I would gladly skip inoculation!
For I could use that infection
If it brought a better understanding!
I know that is the ideal situation
It could backfire
And a pox could be the result
If what we discovered
Was not up to snuff.
Enough cliches about this stuff!
You get the gist?
I would like to share and give
And have that reciprocated.
Both of us the wiser
And not the lesser.
Both of us still caring
And not losing interest.
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My Ruby Phase A Poem
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Posted:Apr 4, 2018 10:53 pm
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2018 8:14 pm
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I remember the excitement
I felt when I thought of you
It warmed my soul
You could say I glowed
If you were to see me
At that moment.
But don't call me Rudolph
For I am a woman
What would be
The female equivalent?
Is that Rudy or Ruby?
If you Google
Rudolph and antlers
It may make you rethink
That story altogether.
That glow I got
When I thought of you
Should I just have a name
Reserved for that moment?
I won't need to change
My name in it's entirety
Just place a name
On a certain time period.
My ruby phase?
That does have a nice ring.
Would you agree?
Thoughts of you
How they do make me think!
That statement you could say
Is quite redundant!
But it is the truth
If you think of it's emphasis!
The warmth and glowing
That are truly ardent.
All come from knowing
And seeing in my mind's eye.
And recalling what you
Have come to mean to me.
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Beyond Salad Days And Years. A Poem
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Posted:Apr 2, 2018 10:47 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2018 8:04 pm
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He sounded like such a stud
Knowing what was to come
It was something
I could not begrudge
Such memories will now
Be small comfort
For what he can
No longer do
For what he has lost.
It was all consenting adults
Interacting to give
And get pleasure.
He looks upon that
With a lens of nostalgia.
Sharing his stories
With any willing audience.
Our salad years
Could that term apply
To when men
Were in their prime?
Not just youth
And it's green dimension?
Now with enhancements
Being plentiful
And salad a diet staple
And more preservatives
To bring about
A longevity of more note
Our salad years
Can last a longer time
Until it is no longer
Physically possible
Or if one's attitude
Wanes with the sun
And the moon
Holds no appeal.
Back to the man
Who has lost so much
He has a mind
That recalls
Those moments
With a fondness
A life that goes on
Beyond salad days
What term would
Now be appropriate?
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Love And Perpetual Optimism A Poem
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Posted:Apr 1, 2018 9:35 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2018 9:12 pm
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I wrote this poem two years ago and never posted it for some reason. Now your homework is to find the original author of the quote in my poem. 
I almost said the heck with love!
I was almost at the point
Of giving up!
But then I happened upon
His words.
And my sense of purpose
Was restored!
He said that "perpetual optimism
Is a force magnifier."
Indeed when I thought of it
It could be true
It worked if you worked it
Much like a twelve step program.
Not that I had to do that many steps
I just had to change my mindset.
So while I have been down on love,
Like a half empty glass or bowl
I just had to rearrange the thought
And see It was also half full!
No need to always be negative.
In fact it hurts your very being.
It has been shown to affect
Your brain chemistry.
So enough of that doom and gloom
Reverse that way of thinking!
Being positive is not just an RH factor
Although it can be seen as
Life saving and necessary.
Being positive gets your motor running
And is like the fuel for action.
Love feeds upon itself,
It is a greedy little non devil.
It nourishes a spirit
Like nothing else.
It is said love is all we need.
But that is being too simple.
We all need to eat and breathe.
But love makes even those activities,
Seem much less mundane.
I will find love!
Or it will find me!
I will remain positive
That what I offer to the world
Will be appreciated
By someone, somehow, some way!
Optimism will be a key!
It will open the door
So to speak.
It will gain me entry
To the love I seek!
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The Best Man For Me A Poem
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Posted:Mar 29, 2018 11:14 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2018 8:59 pm
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The best man
What comprises him?
Is it the way he looks
The way he writes
And speaks
The way he treats
People he meets?
It is a mystery
Which I have strived
To solve
And find the key.
All in the hopes
That I find one
Of those men
The best man
For me.
I could have
A check list
Which I check off
When I come
Into contact
With candidates
For that best man position.
Little beknownst to them
They are under scrutiny
Some score high
As they exhibit those traits
I deem the most important.
In case you were wondering
Here are a few:
A sense of humor
With a touch of self deprecation
Not taking themselves too seriously
Showing the occasional humility.
Compassion and empathy
With a passionate outlook
They might be steadfast
To liberal ideals
Of treating others
As they themselves
Would like to be treated.
It helps so much
If they are great communicators
Whether on the phone
Or in writing.
If they are active
With sports and such
I hope it is one
I like or at the least tolerate.
The best man
Holds an attraction
Some chemical reaction
That produces endorphins
They are a requisite
I cannot downplay.
But must include them.
Parts and pieces
That make him
Who he is.
A man who gives
As well as receives.
That giving nature
Might indeed be key
For a selfish prick
Is certainly not for me!
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Our Words Connect Us A Poem
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Posted:Mar 29, 2018 9:33 pm
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2018 6:08 pm
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Does he know that
My heart would be his
With just a look?
I can feel my heart swell
Just reading his words.
A look would be worth
A thousand of those
Maybe more.
Words connect us
Like glue
His and mine
Interconnect
Like Legos.
One of these days
I will have words
That affect him
The same.
But I cannot hold my breath
I have to keep the oxygen
Flowing to my head.
My heart too needs
It's steady flow
So I will keep seeking
The words that make
Our connection
One for the ages.
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Love And Fun Combined A Poem
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Posted:Mar 28, 2018 10:12 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2018 6:04 pm
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I used to have a warning
On a dating profile
That said
"Don't let all this talk
Of love scare you."
It is not all that I am about.
I am about so much more
As I love to laugh
And do other things
That require action.
Like walking here and there
Taking excursions
To lakes and the ocean.
But I would be lying
If I denied that love
Was not what I
Ultimately seek.
It is a thread that
Should weave throughout
Everyday happenings.
Fun is all well and good
It is a pleasant way
To pass the time.
It is moments that
We build upon
But can those moments
Of frivolity get old?
A lack of seriousness
Showing a lack of depth?
Moderation is the key
Ah yes! That is the mantra
We strive to live by
And love and fun
When combined?
Is that heaven on earth?
Or just sublime?
Moments we remember
With an endorphin rush
That has it's own
Unique flavor
That if bottled
Would be worth millions.
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A Phase Of Hopelessness In Regard To Love A Poem
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Posted:Mar 28, 2018 9:24 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2018 9:29 pm
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I have phases
Where I think
All hope is lost.
Where I think
I will never find
The love I wish
And want.
When in such a phase
My heart is held
Much more securely
In my chest
Not on display
On my sleeve
For others to see
How uncharacteristic of me
But this way
It has to be
If only temporarily.
I can wallow
For what may seem
Years and decades
When in actuality
It is only days and weeks
For my loving need
Is not a dead thing
But one that lives
And breathes.
I have lots of exes
They are tucked away
Some not safely
Some eek out
Some ooze like blood
When a scab is picked.
Such exes they had
Their chance to grow
And sprout
Become a stalk
Worthy of Jack
But instead
Go the other way
And elicit
The squat euphemism.
I may be a pushover
I may be one to wish
Upon a flower
And blow it's petals
Reciting he loves me
He loves me not.
But I am also not
A neophyte
Or totally naive
Who believes that
Is the final say
In what is to come.
So phase of love
That I am enduring now
I will take what you
Have to show
I will learn your lesson
If only to have need
Of a refresher course
In the future
After I rebound
And find another love
That occupies me for a spell.
I guess I am not
Hopeless after all.
And this poem
Defeating the initial premise.
Giving hopelessness
The heave ho
Into the emotional waste bin.
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I Can Now Forsake
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Posted:Mar 26, 2018 8:09 pm
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2018 11:32 am
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I keep thinking about you
Even though I turned you away
You see I had to
Because I knew the odds were
You would not stay.
You might think once
Or twice with you
Would be okay
But not to me.
Not to me.
I would want to hear
Your voice in person
Like I do now in my dreams.
I would want to feel
The touch of the lips
And your hands
All over me.
I would want us
To come together
Our parts fitting perfectly
And in perfect rhythm.
But I saw a dionnect
From the outset
A butting of heads
That could ultimately happen
As you would see
My wanting you more
Than you want me
Reek of desperation.
It is hard to explain
Without getting negative
Either on myself
Or on aspects of you.
Suffice it to say
I would rather not
Make another mistake
Suffer through another heartbreak
That by staying away from you
I can now forsake.
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What My Soul Might Relish A Poem
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Posted:Mar 26, 2018 8:47 am
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2018 3:10 pm
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Feel it in your soul
I see how what
You said now.
It all makes sense
Once I close
My eyes.
Deep I look
And deeper still
Like the bowels
Of the earth
But a human version
But not truly anatomical.
Is it the essence
Of all that one is?
This soul thing?
How to describe it?
What words fit?
I am a mix
Of all my thoughts
That come from
Feelings and
Experiences.
Is that my soul?
Is it just this processing?
Science do you
Have the answers?
Artificial intelligence
Wants to duplicate
Your findings
And make robots
Seem human
But based upon
Whose initial
Life experiences?
Ah! Now I see
The possibilities!
My soul if unleashed
In an artificial being
Could do all the things
My body was not allowed
Or incapable of doing.
Based upon my dreams.
The unexperienced.
That would be something
My soul might relish
If given the chance.
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Magic Magnet. A Poem
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Posted:Mar 23, 2018 10:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2018 9:55 pm
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I wish there were a magnet
That magically appeared
To pull me towards
The perfect man.
Not necessarily
Without flaws
But perfect for me.
I am so inept
In choosing men.
But a magic magnet
That pulled him
Toward me
Might just be perfect.
I need all the help
I can get.
Even if it is a mystery
Of physics.
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Being Intimate A Poem
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Posted:Mar 23, 2018 8:11 am
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2018 10:23 am
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He wants to know
What I want
In my own words.
I cannot just provide
A dictionary definition
Of being intimate.
He wants the words
That I am thinking
Of what I am feeling.
I really wanted it
To be simple
But in my heart
I know that is
Far from so.
How can I tell him
That sex is not
The ultimate goal?
It may be a steppingstone
To a deeper connection
That I crave
Of how I want
Our souls to relate.
An intimate relationship
Don't be scared by
The ship at the end.
We can always start off
With an inflatable raft
Or one of those
Pink flamingoes
That they showed
On Kelly And Ryan.
Would that not be fun
To just glide for a while
Without a care
On some pristine lake
Or river that had few waves?
So you want to know
What is in my mind
And what I want?
It is just us sharing
Our time with moments
Laughing
And learning
And sometimes
If it happens,
Crying
For serious shit
Does occur.
As we all know
And hugging
And kissing
And touching
That comes natural.
Our bodies and minds
They are connected
And being intimate
Will be the action
And reward.
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Patchwork And A Paint Job. A Poem
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Posted:Mar 21, 2018 11:18 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2018 9:41 pm
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It looks like some
Who know me now
Will not let go
Of my limitations.
They have written
Me off like a bad debt.
Thrown me out
Like an old newspaper.
Who has time
To read them anymore?
I almost wish
I could make the case
For recycling.
But I would hate
To have a pick up date.
There are a few
Kind and understanding souls
Who perhaps look
At life with a magnifying glass
Only when asked.
Sticking with their
Broader view
More suited to
Their purpose.
It really is about
The golden rule
And treating others
As you would
Like to be treated.
It's not like I
Set out to burn bridges
Sometimes folks see
Something dilapidated
And beyond repair
While others see
That all is needed
Is a little shoring up
A little patchwork
And a paint job.
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