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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.
Need To Have Sex With You A Poem
Posted:May 20, 2020 10:43 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2020 10:38 pm

I need have sex with you.
That thought just popped
Into my head.
Now it is like an earworm
Or mantra
Being said over and over again.

It rings true.
For some reason.
How the times we have had
Were wonderful
And I want an encore
A repeat performance.
A do over to see if
We can enhance
The pleasure
We both experienced.
Yeah I think that is how
I will sell the idea.
How does that sound?
Does it make sense?

I need to have sex with you.
If we do it once.
I might want more.
Are you open to that notion
Being my literal sex toy?
Or is that figurative?
Since you are real
And the thought
Of you as a toy
Is so appropriate
As you seemingly
Are always ready to
You just need a touch
And a lick
Instead of batteries.

Needs and wants
A fine line to be sure.
I say let that boundary
Be obscured!
I won't tell the etiquette police
Who want to make
What I really want
Just something that is
To be delayed
As it is not life sustaining.

Hmmm, there is an argument
To be had
Along those lines.
Is sex a need or just a want.
Monks and nuns
Live long lives of celibacy.
Good for them
And their self sacrifice.
Are we sure they
Don't secretly masturbate
Among other things?

Back to you and me
And my need for sex
I want it as soon
As it can be arranged!
So get out your schedule
And tell me when!
I Love You But A Poem
Posted:May 11, 2020 6:54 pm
Last Updated:May 18, 2020 10:45 pm

How many times
Are you going to tell me
That I am not enough
Before I believe it
With my whole heart?

Each time you say
I love you but...

My heart blocks out
That qualifier
If it is Just
As a friend
Because we became lovers.

Each time you say
I love you but...
My heart does not hear
That other part
That you are not in love.

I know deep down
What all this means
You find me missing
Something that I can't change.
Or at least not easily.

I will hear your words eventually.
Maybe then I will be the one
Who can match you word for word
I love you but
I am not in love
But in my case
It will be with
The added caveat
Unconventional And Misunderstood A Poem
Posted:May 11, 2020 6:40 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2020 7:40 pm

That is the word for me.
I am not like other people
In a whole host of categories.

I don't belong
To many groups.
I for the most part
Keep to myself.

I don't want to open
Myself up
For judgement
And ridicule.
I am not a fan
Of the comedy
Of Don Rickles.
Although I hear
He was a good friend
To those he knew well.

Folks that get to know me
Once I let my guard down
They either love me
For my foibles
And naivety.
I ask many questions
Some answers may be
Obvious to most
But I sometimes miss
The contemporary boat.
Culture can be a devil
To keep up with
With modern day
Social media.

There are things
I am not proud of
That make me feel
So very inferior
But I should not have to
Wear that label
Hence the word
I would rather
Be associated with

I need self confidence
Because while I know
I don't fit the mold
Of a successful woman.
I should take hold
Of the fact
That I may always
Be misunderstood
By folks that are less
Than open minded
And only care
About the superficial.
My Melancholy Predicament. A Poem
Posted:May 10, 2020 1:10 am
Last Updated:May 11, 2020 6:17 pm

I am feeling the melancholy.
It washes over me.
I am alone once again.
Wishing I was with somebody.

I have a few guys in mind
Who could fit the bill
So to speak
Each one has traits
That are unique.
I see the good in them
They form my memories.

And then reality intervenes.
They could be with me
But they chose not to
They may give
Me the time of day
Make that a few moments.
Then they go away
Leaving me once again
Which brings me to the present
And my melancholy predicament.
Longed For His Text A Poem
Posted:May 8, 2020 9:08 pm
Last Updated:May 10, 2020 12:57 am

He says it is on!
Tomorrow he wants
To be with me.
How I have longed
To read those words
In a text.
It has been weeks!
I am not exaggerating.

I told him earlier this week
When he sees me again
I want him to be
Forceful with me.
You see
It was how he was
When we met
On our second date.
He grabbed my head
And kissed me.
Pulling my hair a little
But still gently.
It told me in actions
How much he
Wanted and desired me
How he hungered
For my touch
And kisses.

I want him
To be the guy
That he was then.
But also the guy
Who he is now.
The one who knows
The pleasure
That can come.
How I give and give
To make him feel
Ever so good
The best that
I possibly can.

But there is always more
Where that came from!
Especially in the morning
If he stays the night.
Which I am hoping
Will be the case
As I want to see his
Sleeping face.
I want to feel his furry legs
And his furry chest.

All this goes through my head
With the texts he sent
That he wants to see me
Tomorrow night.
How am I going to sleep?
My dreams will be vivid
If they depict his
And my past actions.
And what I want to experience
As an encore
And so much more.
A Mother's Day Distraction A Poem
Posted:May 6, 2020 11:05 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2020 6:16 pm

We are both motherless.
Neither one has .
Should I make the suggestion
We spend the upcoming
Weekend together
Knowing it's importance?

Ah, yes Mother's Day.
A day I will ever feel sad
And inadequate.
Would that someone
Could make me forget
that I lack.
Would that I could revel
In a lovemaking rendezvous
With the man of my dreams
Who is the aforementioned one
But he is not aware
Of his singularity
In that regard.

But he does care
And I know that time
Spent together always
Leaves me wanting more
Thoughts of him linger on
Long after he is gone.

A distraction could be had
If we can manage
To make it happen.
His kisses and touch
A welcome addition
To a day that otherwise
I would feel so bereft.
Thinking only of what
I lost and lack.
Together he and I can
Make time pass.
Adrift For Words A Poem
Posted:May 2, 2020 3:13 pm
Last Updated:May 6, 2020 10:55 pm

I almost wanted cry
He mentioned my writing
Some serious poetry
If we were go do
A thing we once
Dreamt about
Sailing on his sail boat.

I have lost my voice.
It has been overwhelmed.
My thoughts taken over
By the sadness that surrounds
Nearly everyone.
Yes, there are glimmers of hope
But they are not on
The tip of my tongue.

Folks keep mentioning
It will come around again.
Words will flow.
Just start slow.
Maybe use that habit
Of brainstorming.
Take one word
And work outward.
How rudimentary.
How weak I must seem
To have to go back to this
It is so elementary.
But I get it.
Like a person rehabbing
From an accident.
One step, yes one step
Then another
Until I get back
To where I once was.

And if I ever do go sailing
I might not think of writing
I might just take it in
Savor the moment.

Does it always have be
About my accounting?
I have taken
That by choice.
No one has demanded
My voice.
It was my self expression
My presentation
And representation
Of the world.
But wouldn't it be nice
no longer be adrift?
Adrift for words.
I Hope The Future Has This In Store A Poem
Posted:Apr 6, 2020 12:03 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2020 6:08 pm

You called me on the phone.
I almost talked your ear off.
It was so nice hearing your voice
That accent of yours
Sing songy Maine like
That I have come adore.

We texted throughout
American Idol
Like we did a few times before.
I commented that it was like
Spending an evening together.
It reminded me of our exchanges
When we texted about our
Beloved Bruins games.
Boy I sure do miss them!

I know you have not been
Feeling the best with some pain
In your back and hip
You seem to think
You are on the mend.
That cannot come soon enough.
Because then you might
Have the desire and energy
To travel all the way
To see me again.
Yes indeed you could
Make the trip!

We could do our thing.
In person.
Relax and have a meal
Usually pizza
Although I might entice you
To get Chinese food.
I might say let's do it
Because I want us to
Have this memory.
I want us to read our fortunes.
Maybe it will seem
Like divine wisdom.
Like the day one told me
About KMS and boy was that timely
After so many rants I had posted
ON social media.
It meant to keep mouth shut.
I laughed so hard
But it did not shut me up .

Then we would continue on
With other items
Things that we have missed.
OH boy have I!
The last time seems ages ago
At least a month or so.
At least it was near the best
Of any of our encounters.
We both agreed
I would love an encore
Or two or three !

You see what you do to me ?
You make want more.
I wish and hope that
The future has that in store!
Practicality And Dreams A Poem
Posted:Apr 4, 2020 11:37 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2020 7:49 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 5, 2020 9:33 pm

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!!

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