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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Personal Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2019 1:12 am

"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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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2019 8:12 pm

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.
Carpe Diem And Summer
Posted:May 20, 2019 9:22 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2019 11:24 pm

Carpe Diem And Summer written in 2015

Summer is coming
So many pleasant breezes wafting
So many lovely sunrises
So many lovely sunsets.

I want to experience them
With a lightheartedness
Not like recent years past
When I was less than cognizant
I offered summer barely
An acknowledgement.

Yes,a whole season of warmth
I would spend indoors,
I did have things to do.
I was a caretaker for my Mom.
And I had chores.

I am to blame as well
I did not care to expose
Myself to others
Never mind the sun.
I was so self conscious
I was almost desperate
To remain unobserved.

The lesson I have learned
Is that I only have one life
The days are finite.
Those summer days
Are mine in all their glory
If I just embrace them
Carpe diem
At it's finest.
The zenith of weather
Mine to witness
And treasure.
He Is An Excellent Kisser A Poem
Posted:May 20, 2019 7:37 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2019 5:28 am

He is an excellent kisser.
Again and again
He will plant kisses
Nearly ravaging my lips
Then he will move on
To my ears
And neck
And lower still
I open my shirt
To give him access
To my chest
That is heaving
For breath.

Ah to think
Of this
How I want more
And more
Like a glutton!
But first he and I
Have to make
An arrangement.
Yes, find time
To get together
And make those kisses
So warm and welcoming
Just an appetizer.
To the main course.
Which we will be
More than ready for!
Thankful I Did Not Give Up Too Soon A Poem
Posted:May 19, 2019 12:30 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2019 7:26 pm

Just when I think
I should give up looking
Along came a man
Worthy of my interest.

His story does pull
At my heartstrings.
I am so glad
He shared it with me
So glad he opened up.

I have had a tendency
To want to go too fast.
When I meet someone
So intriguing and nearly
Perfect for me.
But I will relax
And let things be.
Que sera sera
Will be my mantra
Accompanied by a wish
For more chatting
And a future meet.

I should give thanks
That I did not give up
Looking for someone
A day too soon.
I should be thankful
That he and I have
Responded to each
Other's messages
And began a dialog.
Let The Romance Begin A Poem
Posted:May 19, 2019 12:22 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2019 8:24 pm

Let the romance begin.
Let us talk and gesture
With openness
And affection.
Let us offer the other
Our undivided attention.

Let our eyes stay affixed
As if glued upon the other
Going from their eyes
And only down so far
As the lips.
Which we might wet
Thinking of a kiss.

Let our hands be relaxed
And act natural
To reach out and touch
The other's hands
To show how
We want a connection
With affection
Overcoming awkwardness.

Let the topics
We discuss
Be plentiful.
Let them be diverse
From the weather
To sports
To political
The latter
Showing we are
Of the same ilk.

When we find a lull.
Which is probably inevitable.
Let our smiles be genuine
Let our sighs be hopeful
Not out of frustration
Or boredom.
But out of our need
To get air.
As we have been
Nearly holding our breath
In our excitement.

What romance
Would be real
If there weren't those
Brain chemicals?
Ah endorphins
Will be swirling
As they will be
Produced as if a factory
Was on overtime.

How will this end?
Banish that thought!
Let it first begin!
Give it it's birth!
Let it have a life
Which can be ever so
Enriching of one
Lonely too long.
Yes, a romantic alliance
That gives one hope!
Convenient With My Memory A Poem
Posted:May 18, 2019 10:32 pm
Last Updated:May 19, 2019 4:07 pm

Is it possible you will
Have second thoughts?
That you will want me
When I have gone?

This I wonder
But I can't squander
Much more of my time
Thinking you will come around.

I get those texts
And messages
From past lovers
Wanting to get together.
I say thank you
And some I may consider
But should I really?
When they have
Been so convenient
With my memory?

That is what I am
What I have become
A memory they think of
When it convenient for them.
With such cavalier treatment
With such nonchalance.
I should do what they
Have done to me
And give them their comeuppance.
That may seem harsh
So I will rephrase that
And say I will offer
Reciprocation of their behavior
Of little thought.
No More Thought A Poem
Posted:May 17, 2019 11:52 pm
Last Updated:May 18, 2019 10:35 pm

Why do I bother still?
Why when you don't
Seem to care at all?
I think there could be more
Only to meet a brick wall.

What can I do
When I am faced
With this obstacle?
Should I just turn around?
Find a more open scenario?

Oh I know.
Of course I know.
You are not worth
My time or energy
I should give you
No more thought.
Time's Appeal A Poem
Posted:May 16, 2019 4:11 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2019 6:24 pm

I read my writing of times past
I tear up when I read of loss.
Yes, there have been a few
That have tore a hole
In my heart
That might heal
There lies time's appeal.

Times past
Time present
And the future.
The heart gets
The raw deal
That has to give
Of itself.
Tears shed
While I give time
It's measure.

I live while others are
Gone forever.
Is it just too trite
To say they live on
In my heart?
My heart that is essentially
My mind and thoughts?

I live and am reminded
By memories and writing
I am given a license of sorts
To continue on
With time's permission
And benefits.
I live and let time work
It's healing magic.
Laughter My Panacea A Poem
Posted:May 15, 2019 9:13 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2019 12:42 pm

Laughter My Panacea Written in 2015

Not a day
Not a hour
Not a minute
Goes by without some unease.

Do you know why?
Should I tell you my secret?
I don't want to give away everything.
But I might tell you if you are to ask me
Ask ever so delicately,
Add the words pretty please.

My unease is just a symptom
Not a disability per se
It just means something is missing.
It is a lack of well being.

But this feeling
Can I patch it with something?
Do you have some ideas
On what will make me whole?
Maybe I just need to laugh
And fill the void with a kind of silly putty?

I have been told laughter is a panacea
It can cure me of my ills
So I will accept your kind gesture
Make me laugh
Fill my soul with laughter
Use as much silly putty
That you have on hand
I long to crack up
But those cracks are harmless
They are just belly laughs.

I am selfish
To want to be amused
I know it is hard work
To keep me from feeling the doldrums
If I could pay you what that it is worth,
It would equal millions.

Laughter can be called a panacea,
Yes, laughter is like medicine.
But it has no side effects.
And its benefits are enormous.
A Seed A Poem
Posted:May 15, 2019 9:12 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2019 12:40 pm

A Seed Written in 2016

A seed was planted
In my brain
A seed that could
Grow into almost anything.

I wanted that seed
To grow into love
Yes that is what I want
Above anything else.

I could be literal
And tell you what happened
Or I could be fanciful
And speak in metaphors.
Which will get the point across?
That I want this seed
To be watered!
To be nurtured!
This all started from
A lengthy conversation
In which we talked
About anything
And everything.
It was ideal
In that we shared ideas
We listened to the other
And offered many suggestions.
Let's just say that the rapport
Was most excellent!

A seed was planted
Let's see if it grows
Into something magnificent!
Lots of things
Will need to be
In accordance.
Water from rain
And adequate sun
And most of all
Not ruined or pulled out
Before it's begun!
I Wish I Could Talk To You A Poem
Posted:May 15, 2019 8:36 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2019 1:09 pm

I wish you were here.
To talk to.
You were such
A good listener.
You would have told
Me to calm down.
When I was worked up
Over something political.
You would have
Made me laugh
Over some joke
To lighten the mood.
It was just a thing
You could naturally do.

Now I am feeling bereft
On a few levels.
Anxious about somethings
And sad that you are gone.
I guess I am selfish
To wish you were still here.
When I know you suffered so.

I am not sure about spirits
Or if they can come and go
But if I talk out loud
I hope you hear me
And send me a signal.
Don't make it too scary
As you know I frighten easily.
Maybe a light flickers
Or my dog lets out a whelp.
You know my Frankie
Has done that a time or two
When I have thought
The spirit of my old dog
Was about.
My New Phone Number A Poem
Posted:May 14, 2019 9:49 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2019 12:47 am

I had to change my phone number
Too many gosh darn
Texts and phone calls
From spammers.
It has left me with a dilemma.
Who should I give out
My new number to?
This I wonder.

I am tired of initiating
Texts and chats
There are a few
That make the first step
But then they fail
To act upon it.
So should I give
My new number to them?
Hoping that we will
Meet someday?
Or should I save my breath
Or rather time
And just go on to the next?

All those exes and old lovers
That want to see me again.
When they have the urge
When they need a horny outlet.
I think I should be thankful
They are no longer able
To make contact.
Although I would not mind
An encore with a few of them.

If they know me well enough
They can find other ways
To reach me
To reach out.
But knowing how they care
So little
This I highly doubt.
So in the end
I answered the question myself.
Let them make an effort.

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