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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Dec 6, 2017 9:00 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.

I would love if you would comment on my blog posts of course. But if you just want to leave a quick message about any and everything, please feel free...

I recommend everyone have a blog so that others can contact them.

Have a great day!

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Length of pages of Blogs
Posted:Nov 30, 2017 6:56 pm
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2017 12:51 am
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I was wondering what folks think is a good number of pages for a blog. How many pages back do people read? At one time I had nearly 20 pages. I have started from scratch a few times. The last being the beginning of November. I guess. I recently read blogs that had about 10 to 15 pages. It is funny reading a blog the way we do. We basiciy read the ending first as we read recent happenings/posts to pasts. If a blog is currently boring or uninteresting we never delve past the first pages. It is what it is. I am debating leaving up some of my favorite poems as sticky posts again. We shall see.
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Holiday Chaos. A Poem
Posted:Dec 15, 2017 6:25 am
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2017 12:54 am
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Beautiful chaos
A description of
The Holidays
Family and friends
Getting together
Making wonderful memories.

Hugs and kisses
Well wishes
Exchanging gifts
If a person is forgotten
Have handy
Some gift cards
Or scratch tickets.

Beautiful chaos
All in good fun
Merriment abounds
Christmas music
In the background.
Some reminiscing
Of Christmas' past
Hoping the spirits
Of loved ones
Somehow take notice
That they are missed.
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In The Sprint Of The Season. A Poem
Posted:Dec 14, 2017 1:52 am
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2017 2:38 pm
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I did not expect it
He was in a frisky mood
As a surprise
It was welcome
And oh so pleasant.

He said he wanted
To kiss me all over
Spending more time
On certain places.

He asked would
I like that?
I replied very much
But some parts
Might feel jealous.

He came up
With a wonderful idea
In the spirit
Of the season
I could hold
A sprig of mistletoe
In places I wanted
His mouth to go.

Mmmmmmmm
What a compromise!
I would have some control
That I would gladly relinquish
While he gives my body
Such loving attention.
My moans would be
The reward he said
As he assailed my senses.

Yes a most unexpected
But stimulating conversation.
That was in the spirit
Of the season.
Mmmmmmmm
Yes
Giving and Receiving.
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State Of Grace. A Poem
Posted:Dec 14, 2017 1:22 am
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2017 10:07 am
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Do you see it?
Do you share it?
I tried my best
To be honest
And authentic.

I am not sure
You give me credit
As you yourself
Might feel
You have not earned it.
And cannot give
It equal measure
Or reciprocate.

Is it enough
That it only went
One way
Is it fair?
I am brave
Please at least
Say and agree
That honesty
And authenticity
Have their place.

A place that few dare
To enter
Let alone stay
And some even fear.

Once upon a time
Or Neverland
But not a fairy tale
Instead a vaulted
And revered state
Of Grace
The best a life
Can be
And give.
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What He Thinks Of Her A Poem
Posted:Dec 13, 2017 10:15 pm
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2017 11:47 pm
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I wrote this poem two years ago. The person I wrote it for never read it as I found it too personal to share. He often said complimentary things to me but he lived a hemisphere away. When he did come to the US it became clear it was all pretend. He had many women he wrote to I guess. A real ladies man. It was good to have endorphins to think love was possible though.

He is thinking earnestly
As he thinks of what he wants
He is thinking of her
And all her pluses
And minuses.
Yes she does have lots
Of each category.

On the plus side.
She is funny.
She is caring.
She is witty.
She is intelligent.
She is sexy.
And professes a real desire
For sex
As she says she always
Is in need of it.

On the minus,
She is not perfect.
She is a dreamer
Who barely lives
In the real world
Preferring to live
On the fringes.
Yes, she is far from
Traditional,
Probably closer to
Dysfunctional.

He doesn't know
If a long term connection
Would be worthwhile
Let alone possible.

But he might just be
Willing to try,
As something
Is pulling at him.
It is kind of annoying
This tugging,
Of his heart.
His heartstrings
Have become entangled
In hers somehow.

She really does possess
Something extraordinary.
It is a love of harmony.
Wanting to make,
And see other's smile
And be happy.

He has seen it so many times.
It is in her interactions
With her family
Acquaintances
And total strangers.

He is thinking of her
And wonders.
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Thrown In My Face. A Poem
Posted:Dec 13, 2017 5:01 pm
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2017 1:54 am
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What a difference
A phone call can make.
I was on my way
To making a big mistake.
I was going to have
A weekend date.
But another guy
Called me and
Told me some things.

It is nothing bad
About the guy
I was going to
See over the weekend.
It was about men
In general
And my competition.
Just when I think
I have a chance
To be a playing adult
A man mentions stuff
That throws me for a loop.

My inferiority complex
Has sprung anew.
So I knew now
What I have to do.

A recurring theme
Has made its way
Back into my mind
And hence my writing.
I am just not
Cut out for male company
If it is only a body
Men seek.
For mine is not perfect
Not even close
Not hardly.
In the looks department
I will always fall short
And that thrown
In my face
Is not what I would
Call fun or worth it.
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Texting About My Pussy A Poem
Posted:Dec 12, 2017 10:43 pm
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2017 6:23 pm
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This is going to be hard for me to write because it is very explicit. LOL

He texted me
He bet my pussy
Tastes great
And is so tight.
I texted back
I hope he finds out
Some day or night.

If he could have
Seen my face
He would have
Seen a blush
Of bright red.

I mean I am fine
Discussing my breasts
In such detail
But my pussy
Is much more intimate
To me somehow.

All those thoughts
Did get me going
And I knew that
I would have to
Take matters
Into my own hands
And give myself
An orgasm.
Yup that pussy of mine
Was nice and wet
After those texts.
And I would rather
Use that natural
Versus artificial lubricant!
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XOXO For Good Measure A Poem
Posted:Dec 12, 2017 7:24 pm
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2017 4:42 pm
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He said he was going
To it a night
I said good night sexy
And then added
XOXO for good measure.
He really was not the XOXO type
But it might grow on him
If I can make my case.

I have a case for it
You see
As I am affectionate
With hugs and gestures
And kisses on cheeks
I was not always this way
But it grew on me.
So I am figuring
It can do the same
For some who
Has much to gain.

Can we all gain from
A little smattering
Of hugs and kisses
Now and then?
I am here to say
You can bet your bottom
Dollar that is a yes!

So my XOXO for good measure
Will be added to a pot
That hopefully day
Gets mixed with
Physical as well as
Virtual s!
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Any Near Future Kisses And Hugs? A Poem
Posted:Dec 12, 2017 3:41 am
Last Updated:Dec 12, 2017 6:06 pm
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Are hugs and kisses
In my near future?
Do you know where
There is a clairvoyant medium
With a crystal ball
Who gives readings?

I suppose I could
Take matters into
My own hands
And make things happen.
But I have become
More selective
I don't want them
From just any
Tom. Dick or Harry.

Kisses and hugs
That can lead
To so much
More stuff!
Ha! Right now
There is no one
On the horizon
Who I am that
Attracted to
And truthfully
It is probably
Vice versa.
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Why Bother Anymore? A Poem
Posted:Dec 12, 2017 2:18 am
Last Updated:Dec 12, 2017 9:42 am
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I thought I could do it
Just be free and easy
Go with the flow
Not think too much
Of it's meaning.

I have been there
All my life it seems
Never making a connection
That would take
That would be
More than fleeting.

Read between the lines
Its all just a game
For most okay
Maybe some
In my experience.

I have become numb
Along the way
For wanting more
Is just not
In the cards
In the works
I place most
Of the blame
On myself
For I sought something
That I know now
Was not anywhere near
Where I was looking.
I just don't know
Why I bother anymore.
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Attitude Adjustment. A Poem
Posted:Dec 10, 2017 3:49 am
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2017 8:06 pm
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With the proper
Attitude adjustment
I could be the one
You want.
I am saying
If you are not feeling it
It could partly
Be my fault.

I could just be
More positive.
I could be a little
More confident.
I could show you
With my actions
That I am really into it.

This is not to say
I would cast a spell
It just means I am
Going to be as persuasive
I am going to give
My all.
Good and giving
Going all in and
With it.
That will be
How I act
To make myself
The most attractive.
Do you think
I will need more
Besides this
And being authentic?
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Poems For My Hawaiian Infatuation
Posted:Dec 10, 2017 12:16 am
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2017 12:55 pm
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I wrote this poem 3 years ago for a guy whom I met on another dating website. We never met in person. Our infatuation lasted about 3 weeks. In that time he had me thinking about moving to Hawaii and leaving NH. However, I did not think I could do it in the end and kept my dating profile on the website. He did not like it at all. He showed himself to be very controlling and jealous. I am not one to deal with that scenario. We lost touch and I have no idea what happened to him. I am sure my life would be very different. I could even be happy having great sex everyday in paradise.

My Heart Smith,

A heart is an organ that resides within my chest,
You have done damage to it that only you can fix.
How is it the damager and the repairer are one and the same?
That is the mystery of you
My omnipotent heart smith.

You say you are good with your hands,
I am good with words,
We can hold your best asset
And we can listen to mine
As we just relax and enjoy
the feeling is so natural it is pure.

So much to share of our minds,
So many memories to be made,
So many moments to cherish.
So many endorphins will be produced.

And the heart strings!
How they will be played!
Like the maestro and the best musician,
A string instrument aficionado.
Clapton, Van Halen, Hendrix,
Santana or Stevie Ray Vaughn,
It does not matter if you are not among
them.

From now on when I listen to my heart,
The beat will be stronger,
For the tune up you gave it,
Is making it so much better.
You are better than any pharmaceutical drug,
You happen to be the best medicine ever.

My heart smith,
How can I thank you enough
For your appearance in my life?
Gods and happenstance,
You have done magnificent work!
I will be ever grateful for the chance
To spend as much time as humanly possible
With the man, who has tuned my heart,
The man affectionately now known as my heart smith.

Here is the poem that sealed our fate so to speak. This one was written after he said he could not trust me as I had kept my profile up on that other dating website. This was before I joined outcupid.com. LOL

My Aloha Man

He was my Aloha man,
He said hello one day,
And Goodbye soon thereafter,
I had many thoughts in the interim,
One was that I absolutely loved him.
Yeah that happened.

As much as his doubts clouded his judgement.
As much as he feared betrayal and rejection,
He failed to see the end of the rainbow,
That if he just followed it,
I would be there like the ultimate prize,
His ever loving pot of gold.

I seem to be good at two things,
Hellos and Goodbyes,
I never get to the creme filling.
I never get to eat dessert.
I so love drooling over the menu.
I have such thoughts in anticipation,
Of how fantastic something will be tasting
But the server seems to always take the place setting,
Before the final course.

Saying Goodbye to my Aloha man,
Is akin to lighting a match in the driest of forests,
It is the ultimate in devastation,
It is the killing of vegetation.
It is scorched earth.

You get the picture
I am so sad,
I am hurt.
I am not going to get over this,
With a flick of the wrist.
It is going to take some time.
Which means many tears,

A tad melodramatic eh? What can I say I had not had the idea of a romantic connection for over a decade when this came along.
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