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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2020 8:26 pm

"It's Personal."

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2020 7:05 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.
Practicality And Dreams A Poem
Posted:Apr 4, 2020 11:37 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2020 11:38 pm

It is still a day ponder
It is still a day wonder
While we have a mind
While we have the time.

There are things that are
Less important
Depending on what
Is happening.
Our bodily needs
Our health in general
Come first
For without their success
We are inevitably a mess.

And so I know
That I can think of you.
Whoever you may be
My ideal man
My ideal mate
The man of my dreams
I can think of you
Until reality becomes harsh
And intervenes.

So practical of me
have my priorities straight
know there are times
When dreams and desires
Are be held in abeyance.
Hopefully this delay
Is just temporary.
And I can get back
the business
Of dreaming in earnest.

Today is one of those days
Where I can dream
Of my ideal man
And he can bring
By way of happiness
And satisfaction.

But first I will Google
Some porn on the internet
For while dreams
And visions in my head
Can sometimes do the trick
A little stimulation can help
With one of those needs
That were aforementioned.
Differences A Poem
Posted:Apr 4, 2020 2:05 am
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2020 6:45 pm


I heard an angelic voice
I saw a gorgeous woman
On a barren landscape.
I thought how magnificent
To be so combined
In a music video.

Yet the voice did not belong
To that gorgeous woman
She was just a vision
Just eye candy
While the voice singing
Was from an altogether different
Less standardized version
Of beauty.

I can appreciate the differences
I can see and hear
I can teach myself
That each has worth.
Woman are not just
Their appearance.
Pardon my wanting
Everything in one package.

If I had to choose
I am not even sure
Which one I would
Except that voice might be
My calling
And my passion
My gift to the world.
To Seek, To Seek A Poem
Posted:Apr 2, 2020 11:59 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2020 2:09 am

I have in my heart
An aspiration
One that loves
It's very notion.
To seek, to seek
It's love object!

Would that I could
Live with such a thought
Have it at the ready
More often than not.
Let thoughts that are negative
And the opposite
Subside like a summer rain.
And have the positive
Be ready to take charge
Once again!!
Perpetual Optimism And Love A Poem
Posted:Apr 1, 2020 10:52 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2020 2:02 am

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 multiplier.
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 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 a key!
It will open the door
So to speak.
It will gain me entry!
And perhaps it will
Lead me to the one
Whose love I seek.
And who can in turn
Love me !
An Unfinished Poem A Poem
Posted:Apr 1, 2020 10:49 pm
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2020 12:56 am

A memory came up
On a social media site.
It was an unfinished poem
From four years ago.
It was rather long already
I did not think it needed
Too much to make it
Ready for others to view.
It was already quite thoughtful.

I wondered if I had sent
A version of it through
To another website or two.
But I did not have a title
Only words that might
Stand out.
And boy were they good.
Perpetual optimism
And force magnifier
As well as sense of purpose.

I wonder if I should just
Let the version stand
And release it to the wind
If it had a prior release
Would it be that much
Of a bad thing?
It might just show that
My memory is dim.

The message
The message
Indeed it was deep
At least to me.
Perhaps someone
Could appreciate it
And see the way I think
Perhaps they can relate
To my words
And what they mean.

And so voila!
I will commence!
Look for it
To be forthcoming!
And if you ever saw
A version of it before
Please tell me.
Curious How You Think A Poem
Posted:Mar 30, 2020 2:00 am
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2020 10:29 pm

It is the thoughtfulness.
I so appreciate it.
Texting me Good Morning
Or Good Evening.
Asking me how I am doing.

I do send my share of them
Initiating as much as receiving.
It is just how I think
I wonder about so many
Each and every day.
Hoping they are doing okay.

As long as I am able
I will probably do this
My way of staying connected
In some fashion
Albeit not as personal
As seeing and chatting
In real life
And in person.

How do you feel
About such pleasantries?
Do you think them
Just a quaint notion
And unnecessary?
Do you feel like this
Conversation and chatting
Is a good thing?
I am truly curious
How you think.
Quaint Notion A Poem
Posted:Mar 9, 2020 12:29 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2020 12:34 am

He tells me he misses my smile.
My lips and dimples
I really never thought of myself
As having dimples but I guess
They show up and however small
They are noticeable.

He says he misses my breasts.
How he wishes he could
Lavish them with attention.
Feast upon them
With his mouth.
Kiss and suck
And thoroughly bathe them
With his saliva and tongue.
Such a lashing
Is ever so preferable
To not having such.

He says he wants
To lick me
Down below.
You know where
That feline part
Of me appears.
Make me purr
With his intimate ministrations.
His work rewarded
When he elicits
My very essence
When my liquid comes.
And he tastes what he
Finds to be like ambrosia.

His remembrances
His continued wishes
And desires
Make me long for him too.
Too bad we live so far apart.
But we can dream of a time
When we are together again
When we come together
And make our dreams
Come true.
However quaint a notion
It would be real.
Make Our Getting Together Actual A Poem
Posted:Mar 2, 2020 9:37 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2020 12:05 am

We couldn't make it happen.
No get together for us.
Maybe that rain check
Will come through
But I am not going
To hold my breath.

You know how much
And how many times
I have been disappointed?
A broken record
Is now my chorus.

But you could be rare
And not the norm
And actually do what
You said you would.
Make our getting together
Reality and actual.
Kissed On The Sidewalk A Poem
Posted:Mar 1, 2020 8:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 2, 2020 9:02 pm

So much promise.
I guess it's good
It did not take too long
To see that it was
Too good to be true.
His promises seen through.

Why did he have to be
Such a schmuck?
When we met
He seemed anything but.
He seemed magnificent.
His kisses stirring
His touch and words
Making me anticipate
Greater and more wonderful
Things to come.

Yes, we kissed
In front of my house
On the sidewalk
With my on his leash.
You said it was just a taste.
Something to think about
For our next date.

Did I seem too free
And easy?
I was giving in to your wishes.
Your ideas of an impromptu rendezvous
Before we both had other
Things to do.

And now you have proved
Yourself a non entity.
As you became a ghost.
I would swear and
Tell you to Fuck Off!
But I would rather not.

I would rather you
Tell me what was on your mind.
When you made the decision
To forgo anymore .
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?
Was it just your judgment
And prejudice returning?
I am not perfect
But that did not seem
matter as you kissed me
Over and over
On that sidewalk.
As you touched me
And said how it turned you on
Just touching my midriff
And breasts
Through my sweater.
How you were rock hard
And had to take care of yourself
Before you took off
For your dinner date
With your .

God How stupid can I be
To have fallen for your moves?
Why am I the subject
Of your being cruel?

It is too bad.
It could have been so good.
But you ruined that
Being cavalier
Or else you lied
From the get go
And your intensity
And passion for me
Just a ruse.

Being kissed on the sidewalk
A public display extraordinaire
I feel such a fool.
For there will be no other
Such rendezvous.

If we ever speak again
I should immediately
Bid you adieu.
Why give you a second chance?
When you proved
To be a coward of a man.
Mr. Right Now Versus Mr. Right A Poem
Posted:Feb 24, 2020 3:56 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2020 8:23 pm

He told me to look for Mr. Right
But he could be Mr. right now
In the mean time.
Yes, he could serve my needs,
My desires and wants.
He could give me something
That is indeed pleasurable.

Ah, yes, pleasure of the flesh.
While my needs of my heart
My wanting a reciprocating
Love interest
Go unmet.

Will this be as good as it gets?
Mr. right now serving a purpose
But not the one that will
Ultimately fulfill
My heart's desire of love?
I could suppose
But I would rather keep
That dream alive.
Even if it is hidden
Deep down inside.
Dear Friend And Lover A Poem
Posted:Feb 24, 2020 12:03 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2020 11:20 pm

Dear Friend and Lover,

I hope you don't mind
My referring to you as such.
You know you warrant
Those terms of endearment.

You have been both.
I have appreciated each
Incarnation you present.
My friend and my lover
It is as both I wish
To with
My feelings and thoughts.

So many times I wanted
To make you more!
Step through that door!
Not just
Longingly through
A window.
Like I was shopping
And you were more
Than I could .
But it is true.
How can I go full boar?
How can I tell you
What is in my heart and soul
For fear that you
Will think my offer
Too little and not
Worthy of yours?

I have wanted to whisper it
Into your ears as you sleep.
God how I wanted to
This past week
But I didn't dare!
For it might be the end
Of our rendezvous.
You might think
Beyond pulling back
To just this sexual liaison
That we both immensely enjoy.
And I could not contemplate
Not seeing you again.
Not feeling you
Not kissing you
Not having a conversation
About mundane stuff
And even your interaction
With my crazy little dog
With whom you show
Great affection.
I could not give that up.

And so silent I stayed.
My thoughts kept safe
Although tears shimmered
In my eyes.
You did not see them
As I said you were asleep.

My friend and lover
Even now as a tear
Makes its way
Down my cheek
I dare not speak
And tell you the truth
For I cannot make
You love me in return.
Like the song by Bonnie Raitt
That goes over and over
In my mind.
"Cause I can't make you
Love me if you don't.
You can't make the heart feel
Something it won't."

And I should not be desperate!
But tell that to my heart!
For it wants what it wants
And it wants your love.
If only there were words
That could make it so...

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