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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 2:00 pm

"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:Feb 8, 2018 1:52 am

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.
Just Some Thoughts A Poem
Posted:Feb 22, 2018 9:11 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2018 10:04 am

I wrote this poem 2 years ago.

So I am not as smart as I thought I was.
But I am just enough to admit that to myself.
My thoughts are not always the right ones
And even when they are correct
They can be seen leaving to parts unknown.
My memory loss I would sooner forget.

I give myself a daily lecture.
Sometimes with or without a mirror.
I speak out loud at times
But more often than not I am silent
The voice only heard in my head.

The agreement I get
Well I am not sure it will ever be complete.
I would not be placing any bets
Unless it would be on the defeat.

So while I live and learn
I try to discern
What works best for me.
I know that I would love a companion
For life's journey
If only to occasionally be in the drivers seat.
As driving al non stop can be quite wearying.
Not to mention boring!

Just some thoughts
That have occupied me.
There are plenty left
But still room for a vacancy.
You could be a dear
And take up residence
But only with the right currency.
Hopefully I will recognize it
When I see it!
A Quite Superb Friend A Poem
Posted:Feb 21, 2018 12:39 pm
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2018 1:48 am

When I think of him
I do have to smile.
There is so much warmth
That shines through
His written word.

As a pen pal
Or rather
A pal of email
As we do not do
The old fashioned
Mail of the snail.
I could not ask
For a more attentive one.
In that regard
He is quite superb!

Maybe it is
That he and I share
Cliches and sayings
Even though we live
So very far apart.
I tell him often
How I appreciate him
And his support.
You don't know
How much and often
I am in need of it!

So smiles and warmth
That seem to coincide
With a message
From my superb friend
I so look forward to them.
And hope they last
For quite a while
As I think what we have
Is something that to both
Of us is quite valuable
and worthwhile!
A Massage Or Not? A Poem
Posted:Feb 20, 2018 8:46 pm
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2018 9:13 pm

I might finally get my wish
Someone might give me
That coconut oil massage.
But it is still an if
As I have to make
Up my mind
As the person
Is far from ideal.

It will be for the feel
And the touch
And the relaxation
All added to the smell
That I truly love.

I have to guage
The character
Of the giver
Is he worth my time?
Is he worth the privilege
And does he know it
That I am to bestow on him?

It has been over a year
Since I had a massage
That was similar.
I am sure I will compare
One to the other.
That is if I go through
With the scenario.

You would think I would
Have more offers.
Ha! I guess folks
Don't read profiles
In their entirety.

It is true I still do
Get a few
But I am not going
To meet with
Just anyone.
It is like I said
I need to guage
Their character
And my level
Of trust with them
And their being honest.
More A Poem
Posted:Feb 19, 2018 12:43 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 1:44 pm

More in the moment
More in the present
Letting the experience
Be where I am at
Kisses being prevalent
Being bountiful
Can I memorize them
As I savor them?
I would like this
To be the case.

More emotions flooding
More endorphin production
More blood pumping
This is what could happen.

When more than kisses
When touches and caresses
Are the actions
Oh my I want to feel them
Ever so deeply
Deep down
And let them envelope
Even smother my senses!

I want to memorize
And savor this experience.
Will my body and mind
Act as one
In unison.
To give me something
To dwell upon
When I am once again
All alone?
I Think I Need A Mulligan. A Poem
Posted:Feb 18, 2018 12:51 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 11:29 pm

I wanted to be able
To do it over
To have a Mulligan
So to speak
With him.

My heart was moved once
Where he is concerned
It has muscle memory.

I know most folks
Would say adios
Would not give him
The time of day.

But I know that
One reason
We are not together
Is because of my shortcomings.

So can I change
It is what
My mind thinks.
How Sweet Is He? A Poem
Posted:Feb 17, 2018 9:17 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 11:10 am

I wrote this poem two years ago.

How Sweet Is He?

How sweet is he
That compliments me?
He gives me praise
He eases my mind,
Of the doubts
That have waylaid.
Making them go
Yes, go away.
Like a magician
Using a wand.
His words,'
His actions
Act similarly.

How sweet is he?
Like the most delicious drink.
A splendid confection
That quenches the thirst
And is lip smacking
Like my absolute favorite
Raspberry flavored Iced tea!

A woman may be known
For her sweetness
It is rare for a man
To be so described
And compared.

But him?
He is ever so rare!
He humbles me.
I am in awe!
For he has a way
Such a flair!

How sweet he is!
And he would not care
That others may think
Him not macho
May think him less of a man
For his compassion
For his ability
To understand.
And offer his kindness.

For is that not being
The strongest of men?
Breaking the mold
Of what others
Have been sold
What they have been told
Doing things on one's own?
Not beholden to norms
But doing what
Makes him and others
Feel ever so good?
The Best Is Yet To Come A Poem
Posted:Feb 17, 2018 9:14 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 11:24 am

I wrote this poem two years ago.

The Best Is Yet To Come

We have been told,
By many a person
We have been sold
On the notion
That the best is yet to come.
But I have begun
To fret and wonder
If I am going to be
The exception.

Most say with derision
Been there
Done that
Thinking that experience
Old hat.
And I too chime in
With that phrase
On occasion.

But what if that was it?
What if that was the best?
When we were young
We had life by the horns.
We had less fears
We had less qualms.

What happened?
We hit some road blocks
We encountered obstacles.
We got pricked by thorns
When we took time
To smell the roses.

But there are other flowers!
There are wonderful views
We can see from our detours.
Someone tell me what is so bad
About wild flowers?
What is so bad about
A road with less traffic?
It may not be the fastest
But the ride might be
More pleasant.

The best may be yet to come
That may indeed be true for you.
But don't let today
Be a total bust
Your breath is your ticket
To a glorious ride.
You have a seat
On the ferris wheel of life
Would that it were named
More would take notice
And the best may be yet to come.

But guess what?
They do say
What comes around
Goes around
Does it apply
In this circumstance?
Would that the best
Of the past
Meets it's it match
In a future with
Many a great experience.
Further Along The Path A Poem
Posted:Feb 17, 2018 6:23 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 10:01 pm

I wanted to be further along
That path that self help gurus
Often speak of.
Instead I am going down
A path I would not have chosen
It is the path that I
Must have sleepwalked onto.

Motions and movement
One must just go.
And do something.
Alas, those who choose
To remain motionless
Are they winners
Or losers
If they do no harm
Except to themselves?

I ask of no one in particular
For I have lost those
Who meant the most to me.
I have to find others
Who are willing
And able to offer
What I have been missing.
And a love that is
Or as near as that
As can be.

Then maybe the road
Would be the one I choose.
One that gets me
To the destination
I seek.
The one with
The pot holes fixed
The one that may
Not have a rainbow
Or pot of gold
Or city of Emerald
For all those things
Are a myth after all.
I just want a road
That gets me to
That point in life
That makes me feel
Less unfulfilled.
Will You Want Me. A Poem
Posted:Feb 17, 2018 2:53 am
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2018 1:00 pm

Will you want me
When I want you?
Most would
Reply affirmatively.
But I want more
Than one roll
In the hay.
I would want you
To want me
Again and again.

Its always in my mind
That I have little
To keep a man.
Some would say
It's not like
You can own him.
I would respond
Not in that sense.
It is all about
Keeping his interest.

Do I have enough?
Can I sell my points
My outstanding traits?
Is a great big heart
Worth anything?

Is my passionate nature
An asset I should claim?
Is it different than
Other women?
Perhaps on certain subjects
And to a degree?

Will you want me
For more than
Just sex?
That is the
What I am
Getting at.
I hope that
Your answer
Is in the affirmative.
Our Words In Sync
Posted:Feb 16, 2018 6:51 pm
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2018 12:19 pm

I wrote this poem ago. I posted it way back then.

When our words collide,
They might eventually sync.
They might feed off each other
Develop a rhythm
Like a song sung
In a Rodgers & Hammerstein
Like the King and I
Or the Sound of Music.

My thoughts could flow
Right into yours
You might begin
To finish my sentences
Before I even utter them.
Would you call that
Being in sync?
Or would we just
Be mirroring
How the other thinks?

It would be heady
Like the sweetest fragrance,
The most delicious flavor
As our brains
Would be the producers
Of copious amounts
Of endorphins.

From such a high
We would subside
But the pleasantness
A memory nonetheless.
Something we would want
To never take back
Or forget.

To be in sync again
Would be our quest.
Getting there
A pleasure
Reaching it
Much more to measure.
The Trap Of The Looking Glass
Posted:Feb 16, 2018 6:48 pm
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2018 12:18 pm

I started writing this poem 2 ago and finally decided to just post it pretty much as is.

I walk by the looking glass,
I dare not peer in
For I fear a trap.
A trap of seeing
What is there
But what my mind
Wants to never appear.

No mirror, mirror
Chant for me.
I don't want to question
Or ask if I am pretty.

What would fairest mean?
Who would that please?
My vanity?
What price would need
To be paid
For such a decree?

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