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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Personal Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 28, 2018 12:59 am

"It's Personal."

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

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2018 11:16 am

Critical Poetry Thoughts

Someone criticized my poetry,
He said he could not understand it
He said that it dd 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 the Culture Club,
Come on and sing it!
I know you want to!
quot;Chama, Chama, Chama, Chama, 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.
An Extended Olive Branch A Poem
Posted:Mar 15, 2018 8:19 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2018 5:13 pm

I extended an olive branch.
I am still waiting for your decision.
Will you give me a second chance?
Or will you say it is too late
For that to happen?

I had the idea
That you were a reasonable man
That you were charming
And that you cared.
Those qualities
In unision
Made you some
Quite worth knowing.

The branch extended
Is it not attractive?
Does it not appeal
To your aesthetic sense?
Or is it simply
That too much time
Has passed?

I am anxious!
This I do admit.
Is this your way
Of giving me
My comeuppance?
For once upon a time
Leaving you hanging
And in suspense?

It could be that simple
That you are tired
Of my lack of action
That words have
Been plentiful
But actions near nxistent
Besides flirting
And fantasizing.

So in a nutshell
My extended olive branch
My reaching out to you
For a second chance
You are taking it
Under advisement
And perhaps
As the old saying goes
You will sleep on it?
That might be
Something to deal with
Besides a total
And complete rejection.
Living In The Moment. A Poem
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 11:01 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 7:20 pm

There will come a day,
When I will tell
Another sad story.
But can I withhold
It for now
While the action
Takes place?
While I try to embrace
Living in the moment?

It's not just for my sake
But for the other participant.
He deserves my full attention
Not divided by doom
And worry.
Although that is in
The back of the mind.
Ready to pounce
Without notice.

Living in the moment
Enjoying the time.
Enjoying the now
I could take a advice
From a Buddhist
Or Eckhart Tolle
As that is what
They avow.
I could become
Their poster child
If the lesson is learned
And put into practice.

But just for good measure
I will keep my fingers crossed
Just in case
That tips the scale
And brings me luck.
Skittish And Receptive. A Poem
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 12:16 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 7:17 pm

I am skittish.
I am hesitant.
I am fearful.
About what
You can guess
Yup. It's rejection.

There are some
Who would give advice
"What have I got to lose?"
Would be an utterance
Along with
"You will never know
Unless you try."

I take this in
And may take action.
It's all about my confidence
As well as gumption.
There are other factors
Like the man's character
And if I have discerned whether
He might be receptive.
Ease Of Chatting With You. A Poem
Posted:Mar 13, 2018 6:33 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 3:16 am

Is it too soon
To revere you?
To write a poem
About how unique
You are and
How you make
Me feel?
It feels good.
Can I admit
I get a warm
Feeling chatting?
It comes over me
Like a blanket.

Its the ease
Its your understanding.
Its your wanting
To share a little
About your life
And want me
To do the same.
It will be continuing
I am hopeful
That the ease
That the flow
Will not go away
But remain
For many
Many a day.
As An Empathetic Person. A Poem
Posted:Mar 12, 2018 10:36 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 3:17 am

Some may wonder
Who cares this much?
Who gives a fuck?
If I raise my hand
Would your shoulders shrug?

How can I think
And feel and
Envision another's view?
It is the empathy
In me that is instinctive
It comes natural.
But also learned
From parents
Who offered lessons
In how to treat others.

As much as I laud
And tout this trait
It sometimes is a weight
That is hard to bear
When I encounter
Someone who is cavalier.
Be it subtle
Or blatant.

Someone like our
Current President
And his total lack
Of decorum
As well as his narcissism
Is almost suffocating
To an empathetic person.

I care
Should I wish
That were not the case?
Some would say
Most definitely.
To them I would reply
With a sigh
I will stop caring
When I die.
Were Our Feelings To Be Hurt A Poem
Posted:Mar 12, 2018 12:49 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 3:20 am

I think it would
Hurt mightily
If we were to fight
Which is just saying
We would be
In disagreement.
For we both are too polite
To get too angry.
That is not the style
Of either of us.
We are the kind
To keep it to ourselves
Or in my case
I might write about
Or post it in my blog.

Our feelings may be hurt
But we know we would
Find our way back
To reconcile
Knowing that we
Want what is best
For the other
No matter if we
Hurt our ego
Be it slight
Or harsh.

Am I thinking too much?
I do that on occasion.
This statement would
And should make you laugh
As you know that is
A tad false
As I have a way
Of contemplating
Til I am incoherent.
As I need sleep
But I just have to get
The handle on some problem
Come to grips
With some emotion.

This friendship is precious
Do I say that enough?
I think we both are too
Cognizant and aware
Not to be effusive
If not redundant
With our praise
Of how rare this thing is.

So if our feelings
Were to be hurt
We would take some time
To regroup
And then we would begin
The apology tour
To the other's door
Figurative of course.
As they would be written
With delivered words
For the maximum understanding
Of each other's point of view.
A Man Of Few Words A Poem
Posted:Mar 11, 2018 7:52 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2018 10:05 am

A man of few words
Yes was one of them.
Yes to so many things
Yes to kissing
Yes to touching
Yes to advancing
From one part
Of their anatomy
To the next.
Farther and farther
They went
From that initial Yes.
The best is yet to come!
But the journey
Is not to be frowned upon
As it primes the pump!
The Exercise Of Fantasizing A Poem
Posted:Mar 11, 2018 1:32 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2018 12:24 am

His smile made me
Want to fuck him.
Take his cock
In my hands
And suck him.

Is that blunt enough?
It is honest though
And on that
I pride myself.
If only to write about
Later on
Not divulging the details
To the smiling man himself.

I can hypothesize
That he has similar thoughts
Regarding parts of my anatomy.
That is the dance after all
Of our sexuality.

Tit for tat
And all that jazz
Smiles and acts
That we fantasize
Perhaps never to actualize
But the exercise!
Oh yes the exercise!
It makes for a less boring life!
I Have To Reconcile. A Poem
Posted:Mar 11, 2018 12:33 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2018 11:56 pm

At first I didn't know
How I was going to reconcile
My thoughts
And feelings
Regarding him
And what I consider
A betrayal.

I had so many ideas
That now I have found
To be a waste of time.
Ha! If only I had
Done my research
Earlier on!

He had me feeling
So sympathetic
I thought he was all alone
With various ailments.
He appealed to my
Caretaking nature.

It was how he reeled
Us all in I guess.
Yes he had
Such finesse
In the heartstrings
Pulling department.
Most women would
Be hard pressed
Not to become
Entangled in his web.

But now I know
That it was not
All my fault
He was the consummate
Leader on
Only to throw
The occasional crumb.

So that is what
I have to reconcile.
I am not the first
I am not the only one.
That fell for his story
But now I have my own
Indeed it could be
A Taylor Swift song.
A Chat While Springing Ahead. A Poem
Posted:Mar 11, 2018 12:13 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2018 10:43 am

I said it's 3 a.m.
We have been
Chatting for hours.
That was an exaggeration
Due to springing ahead
For Daylight savings.
We started chatting
After 1 a.m. with
A few interruptions.

We were normal
At the beginning
Discussing the weather
And his profession.

We went on to me
And my lack of one
At the present.
That is a story
That I dislike telling.

We had chatted before
But as happens
We both forgot things
Like names and
What our faces
Look like
So we each sent
A pic
And told our names.

All in all it was pleasant.
I think we will chat again
But probably not
So late in the evening
As to be early morning.
With Laughter A Poem
Posted:Mar 8, 2018 7:12 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2018 10:43 am

There is so much of you
Running inside of me
Sometimes a river
Sometimes a stream.
Before you think
It is sexual
I will correct you
And tell that it is
Just thoughts
Of the things
You say
And do.
For we are just friends
And probably
In reality
Will never meet.

I think of some
Of the stories
You have told me
Some of the anecdotes
That show how
Very human
And naive
You have been
They make me smile
And laugh.

Jumping into the wrong car
In the rain at a bank
Scaring the heck
Out of a little old lady
You had to apologize
And tell her you meant
No harm but really
It was a mistake
Of your friend moving
His car.
When your friend
Retrieved you
He couldn't stop laughing.
You had to disabuse him
Of that thought
As your heart rate was
Still going a mile a minute.
Thinking again of the
Poor frightened elderly lady

The time you were told
To meet your friends
At a pub to go to a party
That required costumes
And you were dressed
As Star Trek's Spock.
Your friends were nowhere
To be found
But a large throng
Of rambunctious sports fans were.
You felt antsy
When you became a target
Of their amusement
For your unusual attire.
You found the exit
And saw your friends standing
Outside laughing so hard
At what they imagined
You had encountered inside.

Those scenarios
Where you found
Humor afterward
And know that
Your discomfort
Was something that
Others would
Have a reaction similar.

Yes, those were the thoughts
That I had running
Inside my mind
Along with others
Of our many conversations.
I just want to thank you again
For being the man that you are
Who can take a joke
Who has a great sense of humor
And has a way of making
My days happier
As I think of you
With laughter.

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