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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2020 11:35 pm
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"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:Apr 2, 2020 7:05 am
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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.
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Adequate Phrases. A Poem
Posted:Nov 6, 2020 1:50 am
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2020 1:52 am
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You amaze daily.
Your smile is the start
Are there adequate phrases
describe the effect you have?
Perhaps or perhaps not.
I will try in any case
My attempt impart
What happens
How it spreads from my head
my heart.

It's a feeling
Yes it is warmth
That builds
What processes?
What chemicals?
Should that be exclamation points
As well as question marks?
For they are remarkable!

The jury is out
On when and if
I announce
Or call
This feeling love
For once that verdict
Is divulged
It could be picked apart.
I have hope
That once said
It will be appreciated
It's return in kind
The ultimate response.
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The End Product A Poem
Posted:Oct 20, 2020 7:28 pm
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2020 12:49 am
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What is in my heart?
What is in my head?
Words fail to come
To do their bidding.
I fail in my attempts
For description.

A former lover
Now just a friend.
He is moving on
I feel somewhat bereft.
But did I not know
This would be happening?
For it happened before
When he broke up
With me the first time
Then we got together again
The ubiquitous term
Friends with benefit
Summing up our relationship.

There is caring there
But not enough love
For him to want me
For more than
An occasional liaison.
does that hurt
To know I do not
Measure up to his ideal.
Who am I kidding?
If I were someone else
I would similarly see myself.

He did give me hints
About what I needed
What I was missing
In his list of must have traits
But sadly I could not change
And bring about their appearance.
I am stuck in my ways
And circumstances.
I can barely navigate point A
Without falling on my .
Never mind attempt
The trek to point B
And what that will bring.

He knows well the devil
Of bad habits
He beat one of the worst
So while he has sympathy
He also knows it can be done.
If someone is motivated.

So all my failings
I could not fix them in a year
I am stuck
Like a stick in the mud.
Or a sword in a rock
Looking for that shining knight
With the magic touch.
Would that I was Dorothy
In the Wizard of Oz
And come to the conclusion
With the help of others
That what I really needed
Was within me all along.
I just needed to believe it
And tap my heels.
And tell myself
There is more to me
Than what I previously thought.

If it were all a dream
And I wake up
With a second chance
Would I have the wherewithal?
Would I magically see solutions
To long enduring problems?

I think he saw the futility
And all the wishful thinking on my part
Might have been a down payment
But I was never going to be able
To the end product.
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The Luxury of Monotony A Poem
Posted:Oct 12, 2020 7:31 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2020 6:41 pm
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Time has passed.
We have gone on with our lives.
Doing this and that.
Actions and thoughts
Being taken and done
Some with care
Others with none.

Monotony day in and out
Things getting
Including myself.
Dare I hope for change?
But not too jarring a jump
Not to a harsh reality.
Just one that promises
A more stimulating result.

Blah blah blah.
Some would call those words
The height of selfishness
When others have experienced
So much pain.
They have not the luxury
Of things staying the same.
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Finger Feathering Touch. A Poem
Posted:Sep 30, 2020 7:02 pm
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2020 7:16 pm
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If I were to touch you
How would you react?
Would you let me continue
To make contact?

I would start with
Your hand
Then your wrist
Moving up your arm
Wondering if you
Were affected
And how?

If you were wearing shorts
My hand would go
Naturally to your knee
Then above and below.
Gliding along
No particular destination
Just feeling
Your hair and skin
And your warmth.

What would you be thinking?
In that glorious mind of yours?
Would you be wanting
To feel me too?
Or would you be content
With my gentle exploration?
Would you react at all
Would it be stimulating?
Would you tingle
And your hair stand up?
As attention was paid
To various areas?

Would this finger feathering touch
Lead to some other body parts
Taking up the torch?
Would lips and mouth
Be forced
To enlist in this touching scenario?
You know when nature takes its course
It seems inevitable.
But it comes down to wants
And being consensual.
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Your Hugs. A Poem
Posted:Sep 30, 2020 9:34 am
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2020 7:13 pm
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I want shout Security!
But only myself.
That is the feeling
That comes over me
When you are around.

Your hugs encompass me
Or should I say engulf?
What is that chemical
That humans produce
When a hug is introduced?

Should I make you aware
Of the effect you have?
Perhaps you know
What a hug brings
How it is inherently
Just the thing
Human beings crave
And need.

In that case
My dear
I would place
My order
For many more
Please deliver them
Into my waiting arms.
Let not a day pass
Without one.
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Added Sensations. A Poem
Posted:Sep 2, 2020 10:24 pm
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2020 6:36 pm
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I know his voice well
I hear it in my mind
At times it arouses me
Other times it has the
Opposite effect
Of making me calm.

I hear it in his normal sound.
I hear it too
When he mimics folks.
Talks with an accent of
Someone from Maine
Or English
With a deep deep voice

His way of saying Hi
Or hey you
Accompanied by
An unconscious laugh
Reach inside me
Like a hook
And I am caught.
As I envision his smile
That is magnificent.

What is more sensational
When thought?
Sounds or sights
Smells or touch.
I should just be thankful
I have the ability
And memories at all.
And wish for more
Added sensations.
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Best Forgotten. A Poem
Posted:Sep 2, 2020 10:05 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2020 9:25 pm
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When we see each other again
And you ask me if I am
Seeing other men
What answer would
Make you happy?
None, one, two
Or half a dozen?
If I asked you
The same question
One would cause me pain.
You see she would be
Experiencing that TLC
That I wished
Had never ended.

I wish I was enough for you.
That I had something
You found unique
And you couldn't do without.
Instead I was like a passing fad
Good for a while
But the end was inevitable.

So telling you I was celibate
Or seeing multiple guys
Who had different skills
And equipment.
All as a fucking distraction
It probably would never happen
For we live far enough away
That seeing each other again
Would be one heck of a coincidence.

Moot points
That matter not
Some things are best forgotten
If they are lost.
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Hard To Contemplate. A Poem
Posted:Sep 1, 2020 12:25 am
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2020 9:30 pm
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Sleepless once again
Thoughts not wanting to end
Worries aplenty
No solutions forthcoming.

There are so many things
That could drive us away
Then apart would be
The next step we'd take.
I see this
And it causes me
So much pain.
I catch my breath
And nearly hyperventilate.

You think I exaggerate?
Am being overly dramatic?
Listen to my thoughts
And give me your take.

The differences are unsustainable.
It's crazy to keep holding on
Yes we are both lonely
And kind hearted people
But we are fooling ourselves
That we can have a future
That gives us what we really want.

For me that would be someone
Who can love me alone.
Not look for the bodies of others
To satisfy an urge.

For him he seemingly wants
His hand held
Someone as a companion
Who supports his extracurricular pursuits.

His past girlfriends agreed
To this arrangement
So is my hesitation
Just me being selfish?
What about my wishes
And my comfort?

Filling the present void
Of each other's loneliness
Will create future unhappiness.
As our different desires
Seek fulfillment.

I love being his friend
And companion
But he can't give me
The romantic part
Of a coupling equation.

Which leads me back
To why I can't sleep
I am too weak
To make a break.
Courage eludes me.
The solution is staring
Me in the face.
But to take action
Is hard to contemplate.
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Don't Think Me A Sap. A Poem
Posted:Aug 28, 2020 5:50 pm
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2020 12:59 am
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Don't think me a sap
As my only way to be
You would be so very wrong.
Very wrong indeed.

I can be hard
As the hardest wood tree.
Eucalyptus may be
Versatile
As well as hemp
But I have about me
A sturdiness
That keeps me
Well grounded.

I can give of myself
But I want to live
Don't cut me down
Unless you are prepared
To deal with
The consequences.
The end of our
Nurturing connection.
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Come Back To Me. A Poem
Posted:Aug 28, 2020 8:04 am
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2020 9:20 am
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Come back to me
Its a line from a movie
If you guess right
You win a prize
Just a smile
But it could be like
Winning the lottery.

How might that be?
Us romantic souls
Would see
In the other
A kindred spirit
One who wishes
And possibly prays
For a love that can
Last an eternity.

Yes an eureka moment
Not be missed
And hopefully not upset
By a random penny.
But alas reality
Finds a way
To rear its ugly head.

Making the phrase
Come back to me
Needing to be
Once again said.

If only finding a penny
Took on a new meaning
Of knowing that love lost
Can be found again.
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How Making Love Could Be. A Poem
Posted:Aug 28, 2020 1:09 am
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2020 7:50 am
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I asked him if he could
Make love a woman?
Has his intimate interactions
Only ever been about satisfaction?

I truly could not believe
I had the courage
broach the subject.
But I was so effing curious
And we were having
What was in
Intents and purposes
A heart heart
Open and honest discussion.

Had he ever done it?
Made love a woman.
He mentioned a rendezvous
Once upon a time
That was very sensual.

I was somewhat dreading
A positive response
As it would mean
An emotional connection
That might still be inside him.
Causing nostalgic sadness
On occasion.

I hate admit it
But I would be jealous.
and my insecurities
Thinking I would never
Measure .

Can we have something simple
In that it is special?
Better than he had ever had?
What could make it so?
Kissing and touching
Not with a goal?
Just sensational
And in harmony
With an emotional pull.

I think what could offer
The ultimate proof
Is the addition of words
Say them
As kisses are interspersed
I love you.
Perhaps softly
Then louder
Then back to whispers
In the ears.

My own response
Might be tears.
And the words
Mouthed silently at first.
Do you understand?
The wonder?
The joy?
Finally my life
Had what it's been missing
A love reciprocated.
A moment so yearned
For it to become reality
It would be like
A broken curse.

Then we might meet
Word for word
Touch for touch
Lips an instrument
Of so much!
Nature in its infinite wisdom
Made them the key
As well as gate to love.
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