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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 28, 2018 12:59 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.

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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 19, 2018 6:39 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 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.
Magic Magnet. A Poem
Posted:Mar 23, 2018 10:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2018 10:14 am

I wish there were a magnet
That magically appeared
To pull me towards
The perfect man.
Not necessarily
Without flaws
But perfect for me.

I am so inept
In choosing men.
But a magic magnet
That pulled him
Toward me
Might just be perfect.
I need all the help
I can get.
Even if it is a mystery
Of physics.
Being Intimate A Poem
Posted:Mar 23, 2018 8:11 am
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2018 10:23 am

He wants to know
What I want
In my own words.
I cannot just provide
A dictionary definition
Of being intimate.
He wants the words
That I am thinking
Of what I am feeling.

I really wanted it
To be simple
But in my heart
I know that is
Far from so.

How can I tell him
That sex is not
The ultimate goal?
It may be a steppingstone
To a deeper connection
That I crave
Of how I want
Our souls to relate.

An intimate relationship
Don't be scared by
The ship at the end.
We can always start off
With an inflatable raft
Or one of those
Pink flamingoes
That they showed
On Kelly And Ryan.
Would that not be fun
To just glide for a while
Without a care
On some pristine lake
Or river that had few waves?

So you want to know
What is in my mind
And what I want?
It is just us sharing
Our time with moments
And learning
And sometimes
If it happens,
For serious shit
Does occur.
As we all know
And hugging
And kissing
And touching
That comes natural.
Our bodies and minds
They are connected
And being intimate
Will be the action
And reward.
Patchwork And A Paint Job. A Poem
Posted:Mar 21, 2018 11:18 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 5:42 pm

It looks like some
Who know me now
Will not let go
Of my limitations.
They have written
Me off like a bad debt.
Thrown me out
Like an old newspaper.
Who has time
To read them anymore?
I almost wish
I could make the case
For recycling.
But I would hate
To have a pick up date.

There are a few
Kind and understanding souls
Who perhaps look
At life with a magnifying glass
Only when asked.
Sticking with their
Broader view
More suited to
Their purpose.

It really is about
The golden rule
And treating others
As you would
Like to be treated.

It's not like I
Set out to burn bridges
Sometimes folks see
Something dilapidated
And beyond repair
While others see
That all is needed
Is a little shoring up
A little patchwork
And a paint job.
Sleep Can Help A Poem
Posted:Mar 21, 2018 9:24 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 10:03 am

I may wake up tomorrow
In a better state of mind.
There is no way to tell now
I will take it as it comes.
Sleep may deal a deathblow
To my current demons
If only for them to spring up
Like some zombie again
IN the future.

I should learn better ways
Of dealing with uncertainty
And unfortunate things
Than to just hope and pray
That sleep is the slayer
For it is not an army
With unlimited power.

Coping skills
They should work in conjunction
With sleep's rejuvenating ability
That could very well prove
A wining team.
One should also not
Discount dreams
For they can be ever so
Problem solving subconsciously.
Things Worked Out For You. A Poem
Posted:Mar 20, 2018 9:51 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2018 11:01 am

How you
Wanted to
Touch me

You said it
With your accent
I wish I could have
Believed it.
But it was too
Far fetched.
Your heart
Too stretched
As you were
Already torn
Between two
Other women.

I guess things
Have in your case
Worked out
For the best
You have
From the mess.

You have a new
Love now
Someone you
Can almost.worship
Let's hope
She never falls
Off her pedestal.

But if she does
I will be your
Friend still.
It's what I am
All about
As a romantic connection
Between us
Was always in doubt.
Well And Truly Stroked A Poem
Posted:Mar 20, 2018 6:30 pm
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2018 7:17 pm

A man can want a lot of things
He can do a lot as well
What is the most
Pleasure he seeks?
What makes him
Well and truly stroked?
I am not talking
Just his cock
But his ego as well.

If I compliment him
About his skills
I think that may go
A long way toward
That stroking
He may not even
Know he seeks.
For his ego
And his cock
As well as his hands
And tongue
Are connected invariably
To some degree.
Beneficial Time Spent. A Poem
Posted:Mar 19, 2018 11:21 pm
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2018 6:15 pm

How can I act
As if I have no cares.
That my thoughts
Are not veering towards
A friend's devastating news
And sadness?

I feel a twinge of guilt
That I could trudge on
But I know myself
And I know I can't
Completely out.

So for the time being
I will spend time
Being a friend
Until I am no
Longer needed.

As much as I need fun
I think the laughs
I share with a friend
Who is suffering
Will be much
More beneficial
For my soul
In the long run..
There You Are My Friend A Poem
Posted:Mar 19, 2018 9:18 am
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2018 5:18 am

I am so grateful
For your friendship.
You make me laugh
With your anecdotes
And antics.
You are there
With encouragement.
You are there
With hugs when I am sad.
You are there
With understanding
When I make mistakes.
You know how hard
I am on myself
And you are there
To lessen that weight
In a way that shows
How I am human
First and foremost.

A thank you note
I need to post
On my head
For you to see
Again and again
With the words
"Thank you for
Your friendship."

You tell me to
Tell you whatever is
Bothering me
Like a therapist
Without the copay
Which as you know
I so hate paying
As it seems excessive
When they get paid
So much already.

You said all the flattery
Is making you blush.
Oh that sight
Would make me smile
And laugh so much.
Such a boyish trait
That says so much about
How you were raised.
I thank your parents
For making you
Kind and caring
And humble
Along with possessing
A fabulous sense of humor.

Yes we have this chat
About every other day
As you lend that ear
To my problems.
You offer me advice
That I do not receive
From anyone else
As you are a man
And my female friends
Do not have your outlook.

There you are my friend
I hope I can provide
Enough amusement
For it is a two way street
I don't want to be
All doom and gloom
With any longevity.
So you see something
Inside of me
That keeps you from fleeing.

Are we suckers
Or gluttons
Or just two kindred spirits?
I think it is the latter
For we always try to
Find the positive
Whether that is sooner
Or later with a little help
From one another.

They say friends
Are hard to come by
I bet you make them
Without even trying
You have that easy kind
Of personality
That would make you shine
With your positivity
And your humbleness.
A winning combination
That to me is like
I won the friend lottery
When we became acquainted.
Understanding Will Get You A Hug A Poem
Posted:Mar 18, 2018 8:49 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2018 5:08 pm

He wonders about me.
Will I break free
From my worry
And fears.
Will I take a step
Toward him
Or stay put
In my isolation?

Can I say
It is complicated?
Like most folks
Who have obligations.
I have some that
Are my own
That are now
My comfort zone.
If I leave them
Will I be hurt
More than
If I stayed home
And alone?

Do I protest too much?
Some would respond
With a resounding Yes!
And I would agree
To a certain extent.

But my reasons
And my guardedness
Are for someone
To understand
And if they do not
Then they can move on.

Screw you and
And your judgment.
Is that harsh?
I sometimes get
Too wrapped up
IN what others think.
That is what
Made me shrink
From my once
More active life
The scar tissue
Is mighty deep.
The horse too tall
For me to get back on
Without some help.

After all this
If you can give
Me the benefit
Of the doubt
If you are understanding.
I would offer
You a hug.
One of my
Signature moves
As I have not given up
My penchant
For offering affection.
Overcoming Hurdles. A Poem
Posted:Mar 17, 2018 12:12 am
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2018 2:08 pm

Another week
Until I clear
My self imposed
Hurdles to not meeting.
It coincides with
Doctors appointments
And whether
Their reports are positive.

One organ is in
The normal range
My heart should be
Healthy enough for sex
As with high blood pressure
That was in question.

Now the other body parts
They could also be
Deemed of good health
The discomfort I feel
Handled with medication.

The last hurdle is my mind
And my mood of the day.
Do I feel good enough
To make the effort
Do I feel like I can
Give someone my
Undivided attention?
Do I have enough confidence?

Hurdles I am overcoming
One by one
To make that all
Important first step
In coordinating a meeting.
Happy St. Patrick's Day. A Poem
Posted:Mar 16, 2018 11:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2018 6:46 am

Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Said to those
Near and far
May you
Eat, drink
And be merry.
Til you are content.
Whatever that may mean!
Erin go bragh!
That Celtic greeting
Oft said with feeling!
As well as wearing
Of the green.
Drinking Guinness
Or other spirits
After and or during
A meal of cabbage
And corned beef.

This all to commemorate
And venerate
A Saint
Who got rid of snakes.
On the Emerald Island.

Do not forget parades
That often are not held
On the same day.
For that might interfere
With the other celebrating.
So wisely the day and parade
Are kept separate
Therby making it two
Days to party
Instead of one!
Blessed be the Irish
And others who show up!
Keeping a tradition alive!
Singing and dancing
And playing Bag Pipes!

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