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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2018 2:05 pm

"It's Personal."

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Nov 18, 2018 8:18 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.
When He Becomes Explicit A Poem
Posted:Dec 14, 2018 9:23 am
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2018 9:37 am

He makes me feel wanted
He makes me smile
And feel warm
He does it
With his compliments
He truly exudes charm.

There are times
When he becomes explicit
That warmth
Becomes wetness
In a certain area.
Care to take a guess?

He asks about my arousal.
I can truly be honest
And say that I
Feeling it.

Telling him
In no uncertain terms
That I would be ready
And for action
Were he with me
And not just on the phone
Or texting.
Fool Around In The Interim A Poem
Posted:Dec 12, 2018 8:37 pm
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2018 8:10 pm

Even though
I make arrangements,
It is not with any certainty
That I will follow through
For myself or my partner
May have cold feet
And decide to forgo
Our meet.

It is also the fact
That none of those
I am meeting
Can be more than FWBs.
For love is not something
That I see them feeling.

I can fool around
In the interim
That is what I have come
To experience.
Interim sex
Until the whole package
Presents itself.
I am not holding my breath!
I just have my heart
On reserve.
For it is not wanted
And if seen
Is still overlooked.
Oh Karen Carpenter A Poem
Posted:Dec 9, 2018 11:54 pm
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2018 12:03 pm

I hear her voice.
It is mellifluous.
It would be my choice
If I had one when
Were they giving them out
At some traits store
For newborns.

Merry Christmas Darling.
Her famous song of the season.
Words that seep into me.
Oh Karen Carpenter
I will always feel a kinship.
She was a lost soul
A real waif
Not just a wannabee.

Happiness eluded
Body image intruded.
Disorders flourished
In a mind ruined
By society's image
Of fashion.

Gone too soon.
My heart will always yearn
For more renderings
With her smooth voice
At the helm.
Maneuvering a melody
Like few ever will
Or could.

I was sad
I am sad still
Of a life cut too short.
I am mad too!
That she could not
Get enough help
Or help herself.

A lesson for us all?
That even the most talented
With a voice of an angel
Are human
And can fall?

May she rest in peace
May she sing
In a heavenly choir
With a solo
Now and then.
But God and heaven
Have those voices forever.
We on Earth
Only brief recipients
Of such gifts.

Oh Karen Carpenter
I offer you a hug
And ever after.
Suffocating Depth Of Feeling A Poem
Posted:Dec 9, 2018 10:13 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2018 6:07 pm

I know the feeling.
Have you felt it too?
It's nearly suffocating
When it overcomes you.

Breath is hard to come by.
But air is a need
Lungs work already!
You must not starve
The heart and body
Of oxygen
Because you have
This depth of feeling

If you can relate
If indeed you have
Endured this fate
You know well
That I do not overstate
That this feeling
Is near to what it means
To suffocate!

It's overwhelming feeling
It's depriving of oxygen
But then it's swelling
And warming
It is all this and
So much more
Words simply fail
In it's description
And so I shall
Refrain from more
And let the feelings
Run their course.
Words From Feelings For Him A Poem
Posted:Dec 9, 2018 9:54 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2018 9:56 pm

I should be overflowing!
Words spouting like a fountain!
Coins thrown into it
As it symbolized my luck
In at long last
Finding someone.

He is there.
For the moment.
A twinkling star
That I can wish upon
Wish with my whole heart
That he is the one!

It will come!
Will it not?
Will he be the one
That words forgot?
Oh no! I fear this.
Will it be for naught?
This experience
Not memorialized
No proper documentation
As I have been overcome
With a learned helplessness
From which I can't shake off?

If I tell him my dilemma
Will he offer suggestions?
Oh to have have a partner
And companion
Delighting in my reverie
And reflection!
Willing to hold my proverbial hand
As I write or type
About my feelings
Regarding him!

HE will come to see
The merit!
Oh yes the merit
In our justness
In our accurate depiction
As well as the fanciful
And fantastic.
The fantasies that we share
But reality has yet
To make happen.

It's coming!
Isn't it?
The words
From feelings
Prying open the paint can lid.
What have we here?
Should it be painted with a brush?
Of which size
Or just kicked over and allowed
To spread like a smear?
But what a large one!
That can not be easily cleaned up
With turpentine.
There shall be enough
Paint left over
To paint a masterpiece
Brushstrokes fine
And bold
A landscape?
Or a portrait
Or both?
Ah! the feelings
That future holds
And words shall unfold!
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While I Wait For Him A Poem
Posted:Dec 6, 2018 10:12 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2018 10:58 pm

I do want to meet him.
To see if in person
He is just as charming.
Or if his texts are just
An act
And misleading
To who he actually is.

I want him to be real!
Oh how I do!
For he promises
To be a knight
Or at least not cavalier
As he possesses chivalry
And professes
That he cares.

In this modern day
There seems to be
A need to be strong
To be on one's own
Not need anyone.
But I am alone too much!
I long for a lover's
Tender touch!
I long for a man
To pay attention to me
And give me what I need
And want!

Can I wait for him?
There are other fish
Who are swimming
In my direction.
There are others who
Want to come back
For a fling.
I hope he can understand
If I do slip
And give in to temptation
While I wait for him...
Communication Lapse. A Poem
Posted:Dec 3, 2018 9:33 pm
Last Updated:Dec 6, 2018 9:59 pm

One came back to the fold
He texted me about
His lack of responding.
He said he felt terrible
All weekend long.
Basically slept
And veged out.

I said that I understood.
I have been ill many times
And barely moved
Time passed
With a communication lapse.
I apologized when
I felt better
And felt like texting.
As did this fine fellow.
In fact he was obsequious
Aaahhh I missed that.
He is usually so flattering
And he went right back to it
Putting a smile on my face
And making me laugh
With his outrageousness.
Opportunities Instead Of Lost Causes A Poem
Posted:Dec 2, 2018 8:30 pm
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2018 6:59 pm

They let me down.
Yes it is the plural
Of the he, noun.
We seemed to be
Moving splendidly along
And then poof!
They were gone!

Do they understand
That this makes me feel
All kinds of things?
And anger being
Chief among them.

I know one may have
Health issues he is dealing with.
Perhaps he got bad news
From his recent test.
I just wish he would
Tell me about it
Than leaving me
In the dark instead.

The other?
Well who the hell knows!
He is worse than the wind
In the way he blows
From hot to cold!

I am not standing still
Or staying pat
I am moving on
For there are many
With whom I chat.

Some would call me a flirt
Some would call me names
That are worse
But I would say I am
Covering the bases
Like any player would.
For knowing that if I miss one
My chances could be hurt.

I can't pine away
For that one guy
Who may
Or may not
Want me today.
At least that is what I say
Although I have done this
Many a time.
Really too many.
I have come to appreciate
Having opportunities
Instead of lost causes.
Can you relate?
You Sir, Are Wonderful A Poem
Posted:Dec 2, 2018 8:04 pm
Last Updated:Dec 6, 2018 10:01 pm

It's almost surreal.
The way you make me feel.
I am sure you heard this before
But you sir, are wonderful!

I could sing your praises all day!
I could make your ego shine
Like polished metal!
If indeed you understand
That I am not joking
Or over hyping my zeal!

You sir, are wonderful!
I guess it bears repeating
For emphasis!
You will believe me in time
If you let me show you
Just how much!
Need Help With My Story. A Poem
Posted:Nov 26, 2018 11:17 pm
Last Updated:Dec 2, 2018 2:54 pm

He compliments me
It is ever so flattering.
I tell him thanks.
I tell him I appreciate it.
But inside my head
There is a short circuit
For what he says
While the truth
Is hard for me to believe
To use an TV phrase
It does not compute.

How can reality
Not jive with the inner me?
How can I get to a place
Or a point
To attain higher self esteem?
Just imagine the number
Done on me in the past
To make me such
A self devalued mess.

I could tell you
Some instances
But I don't want to
Bring you down
I would rather bring
Smiles than frowns.
I would rather you laugh
Than wince at my awkwardness.

So I will hone my story
Of many rejections
Of many reasons
That have caused
Such consternation
That has prompted
Me not to accept
What is actual
What is real
And now happening.
That I have many positive traits
That I have much to offer
A lover and companion.

A story that begs
For a happier ending
One in which I might
a helping hand
In it's writing.
Me As Possessor. A Poem
Posted:Nov 26, 2018 10:57 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2018 7:45 am

It has been missing.
I know where I lost it.
But I dare not try
To go back to retrieve it
Instead I will seek
A new one altogether.
Yes, that is the best
Course of action.
Forget that I lost something
I once thought precious.
And go searching for
Another gem
More treasure
This time hope
That once found
It does not mind
That I am it's possessor.

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