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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2018 5:45 pm

"It's Personal."

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2018 8:06 am

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.
What We Seek A Poem
Posted:Jul 16, 2018 3:09 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2018 6:31 pm

Sweet are the lips I seek
Strong are the arms
That I wish to enfold me
Hands at times strong
At other times gentle
That caress me with patience
And alternatively with urgency
As our moods progress.

Starting with a touch
From hands that seem
To contain magic
So adept are they
To go from hard
To soft.

Adding kisses
At the moment
Almost scripted
From Hollywood
But it is just
His great Instinct.
To know their presence
Is what I am craving.

It won't end here
Now will it?
That would be a shame
Dare I say tragic?
Not to seek
The ultimate fulfillment
Now that we are both
So turned on
So aroused
So ready and willing.
A Man From Long Ago. A Poem
Posted:Jul 16, 2018 9:05 am
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2018 7:57 am

Have you shown me your heart?
Your empathy and compassion?
Please let it not be for show.
A facade to just get close.

I remember an episode.
My first lover
How he spoke with
Such care and understanding.
How he even cried
In front of me.
I thought to myself
He was kind and caring
So I let my guard down.

He was recently broken up
From some out of state girlfriend.
I thought he was available.
I thought he could be the one
We each had our demons
We could join forces
And together
We could fight them.

We had wonderful conversations
Such cerebral stimulation
He was cute
With his slightly upturned nose.
With lips that almost always
Seemed arranged in a smile
They looked like kisses
Were made for them.
Were mine the perfect fit?
That was my thought.

I was 21
He had just turned 27
On April 4th.
Yes that day has significance.
Double sailboats
Portending not a very good hand.
He was a twin
To a sister.
She was so much more
Put together
Like his other ones.
He the only boy
So he was spoiled.
Throughout his life
All his troubles
All his scrapes
Were dealt with
Fixed as best as possible
Little scarring to show
Until he lost
Too much control.
That with the help
Of alcohol.
Then it was rehab
Or he would
Lose it all.

He went to AA religiously
Although he followed
No religion.
He was an atheist
Having learned too much
About life's absurdities
And existentialism.

His higher power
I can't recall
What he thought
About that
Except that he
Knew it was mostly
A day job.
Oh yes, he said God
Was an anacronym
For good orderly direction.

One day at a time
Dealing with cravings
Dealing with negativity
Not beating himself up
For his failings.
The serenity prayer
Coming in handy
Again and again.

Where did I fit in?
I cringe now thinking
How freaking naive I was
I was to be
His first virgin.
Something he could reminisce
Perhaps recall fondly
The girl whose
High heel shoes
From our first date
He bought
As a keepsake.

When he told me
He didn't want to
See me anymore
That he was going
Back to the out of state girlfriend
I slapped him
Across the face
And said
What were the tears for?
The tears he shed
That made me think
He was human
And not a monster.

He seemed to think
The slap was befitting
For he apologized
For treating me so bad.

We sat in his living room
Rocking chairs
Sparsely furnished
By design
For he had millions
In a trust fund
That he lived off of
He explained about the ex
How she needed him.
I was in shock
Here I thought
I found the love
Of my life
But he just
Thought of me
As a lark.

I was glad for
The rocking chairs
It had a calming effect
He had to give me
A ride home
To my dorm on campus.

On the way there
He played Diana Ross
And the Supremes
Ain't No Mountain High Enough
He was fond of the group
And joked he wish
He had a chorus
Who followed him
And backed him up.

It's been a while since
Went into such detail
Of this farce.
How I realize
It's par for the course
My life one episode
Of getting close
After another
Just to suffer rejection
And heartache
Not long after.

I know I am not the only one.
I know there are many
In this lonely and
Broken hearted club.
We have stories
Many chapters
If I meet you there
Will you show me
Actual kindness
Or will it be for show
Like this man from long ago?
He Resembles Clark Kent. A Poem
Posted:Jul 15, 2018 10:46 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2018 9:20 am

I feel for him
But it's been
So far light hearted
We have had some
Deep conversations
About taking care
Of our parents.
In my case
A past endeavor
In his,
Still on going.

He has shared
Some insecurities with me
He is not Superman
Although I joke
That with his glasses
He resembles Clark Kent.
Truly, he
And Christopher Reeves
Could have been related.

I enjoy our banter
I enjoy the glimpses
Of his life he gives
But still
I think he could be
A player
With many women
Like me stacked up
Waiting for a meet
That might never happen.
Stringing us all along.

The time that passes
I will be real
And kind
And affectionate
For if the part
Of his life
About being a caretaker
Is the truth
I would be heartless
To withhold
My compassion.
It's how I would want
To be treated
In similar circumstances.

I think of how
Our lives could mesh
How I could easily
Fall in love
Spend the rest
Of my life with him.
Looking at his face
Like Christopher Reeves
Like Clark Kent.
Trying to make him happy
In the best way I can.

I think of that
And then I pull back.
Knowing it takes
Two to tango
I don't know his heart
Where I am concerned.
Like I said before
He could have many women
He could be a player
I could be just one
That he chats with
We could all provide
Empathy and compassion
And at other times
I am a fool
To become so invested
Without any reciprocation.
The Unfashionable Unicorn. A Poem
Posted:Jul 15, 2018 10:04 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2018 7:57 am

It's not fashionable
To say you want
To find a boyfriend.
It's not fashionable
To say you want
To find love
Even hoping
For a lover
Gets frowned upon.
You are supposed
To be carefree
With no strings attached.

Yada yada yada
Blah blah blah
I hear your point of view
I am taking note of it.

As much as it's been
Bandied about
To mean the rarest of rare
It does conjure
Something special
Something beautiful
And a sight to behold
Yes you might have guessed
The word to which
I am referring
It is that magical creature
Known as the unicorn.
That is what a lover
What a boyfriend
Sharing a love
With someone
Has become
The stuff of myth
And legend.

Once upon a time
Does the story fit
For nowadays
Reality is nowhere
Near it.
Some Thoughts On A Particular Man. A Poem
Posted:Jul 12, 2018 9:33 am
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2018 1:24 pm

He may be getting
In touch with me soon.
Should I jump
At the chance
To actually meet finally?
Or should I come up
With some excuse?
Knowing in my heart
That he is really
Not the man for me.

How do I know?
How can I be so sure?
I have gone over
Our chats
And our texts
Like they were books
On which I was
To be given a test.

I know he has some kinks
That I will never be
Comfortable with.
Let's just say
They are in
The realm of BDSM.
I am not going to play
The game of submissive.
If anything I am a switch.
But such role play
Does not interest me
If there is no
Heart involved
If there is no romance.

He has told me
A little of his past partners
Take charge women
In their day to day lives
But ready to submit
To him and be obedient.
He says they were just friends
They we're not in relationships.
And most definitely
There was no love on his part.

As much as there
Are traits of his
That I find attractive
I don't want to be just
Another submissive woman
He calls a friend.
I want his love
And affection.
And truthfully
I don't know
If he has those to give.

To each his or her own kink
That is what most
On AdultFriendFinder seek.
But there are some of us
Who want something
More fulfilling
Connections cerebral
As well as physical
With romance
And TLC.
With great marathon
Sex sessions.

It's all ephemeral
I get that
Nothing lasts.
But in my heart of hearts
I want a man who can
Offer more than degradation.
Who looks at our
Time together
As more than a lark.
Who thinks about me
When we are apart.
Who wears a smile
With my name on it.
Is this just my feminine thought
Or can men
Think something similar?
Lack Of Soul Stirring. A Poem
Posted:Jul 11, 2018 9:37 am
Last Updated:Jul 12, 2018 8:30 am

They are there
The flirtations.
I appreciate them.
But something is missing.
It's the lack
Of soul stirring.

I can write the scenarios
They would be pleasant
I would most assuredly
Enjoy them.
But afterwards would
I feel the endorphins
That a love interest engendeers?

Ah yes!
It's the simple fact
I am not in love
Lust wears off
My heart if it's
Not included
In the picture
Sex will turn blah.

I can do it.
Who can't?
It's biological
It's physical.
But I am not
Driven to it
Should love be my drug
What side effects
Would I encounter?
Only when it wears off.
Then another dose
Comes to the rescue.

Flirtations I can revel
But they pale
In comparison
To when love
Is in the equation.
I hope this blahness wears off
And my soul
Once again finds stirring.
Missing Our Conversation. A Poem
Posted:Jul 10, 2018 9:31 pm
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2018 8:01 am

My morning seemed off
Coffee and fruit
On my screened porch
That was standard.
Reading messages.
FB and AdultFriendFinder
As well as .
But still
Something was missing
I was missing our conversation.

Your endearment
How it makes me smile
How it warms my heart
I have mentioned this
You have not played
Tug of war
By withholding
Something I find so dear
Like other people might
Teasing to me is overrated
A form of bullying
I would rather not
Have such an action.
Be authentic and genuine.
Allow the endearment
To stand
Deliver it to me
In the package
Of our conversation.

Yes my morning
Was missing something
Your charm and wit.
It goes so well
With breakfast
In fact any meal
Any time of day
Is vastly improved
When it includes
A conversation with you.
The Scenario. A Poem
Posted:Jul 10, 2018 8:03 pm
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2018 12:14 pm

I think of you
How I want to touch you.
Look into your eyes
Kiss you.
Yes it's all there
The scenario.

Over and over
Kisses and touches
All over all over
Wherever I can reach
Oh those pesky places
That I can't.
I shall make a mental list
To check off
When it makes sense.

I wonder if life
Will grant me
This vision
To make it real.
Not just a scenario
That my mind
Claims as it's own.
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To Once Again Be Productive. A Poem
Posted:Jul 10, 2018 7:08 pm
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2018 7:40 pm

I have been lacking
In concentration
My mind scattered
So many subjects
So much that mattered.
Is it any wonder
My writing has suffered?

I keep thinking
Things will either slow down
Or my focus will
Somehow take hold.

I just need to breathe
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
And hope tomorrow
Will bring
A refreshed outlook.
Then I can write
About a myriad of topics.
It would be nice
To once again
Be productive.
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Comparing The Two. A Poem
Posted:Jul 9, 2018 9:08 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2018 7:57 am

From thought to thought
From you to him
From him to you
Comparing the two
I know you are both
Unique individuals.

I wonder why I have not
Just admitted you
Do not have what it takes
To make me happy.
You have failed that task
In so many ways
Almost completely
Except for the few times
You made me the
Center of your attention.
I felt special then.
But it did not last
Lies upon lies
Delay upon delay
Failure to appreciate
That I am not someone
To just brush aside
And throw away.

He is the opposite
He asks me questions.
He cares about my time
He cares about my thoughts.
The question is will he
Keep such thoughtfulness up
If we ever become intimate?

You said amazing things
In the beginning.
I still want to believe them.
Pity the fool that is me.
I am not free.
I am not free.

The game of comparing
Does it need new players
Or just another level reached?
The past of one
Versus the promise of another
Who is to say
They might not be
The same outcome
Once a round of acts
Takes place?
Then the mind boggles
Over another new actor
If the first two fail
In this seeming race
To secure some happiness.
Peaceful Exterior. A Poem
Posted:Jul 9, 2018 8:41 pm
Last Updated:Jul 10, 2018 11:58 am

I seem at peace
Oh but underneath!
What my exterior hides
What is ever so deep.
Is a vein of sadness
That no miner
Would want to discover
So fortunately the miner
And others
Are spared
My despair.

Peaceful exterior
Near flawless
In it's covering.
What SPF do I wear?
That hardly matters
For a sunburn
Is still the outside
The inside still hidden
The vein of sadness
Not seeping
From cracks
Or crevices.

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