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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2018 5:29 pm
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"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:May 27, 2018 8:06 am
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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.
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Inspirational Morning And Evening Chats A Poem
Posted:Jun 18, 2018 10:18 pm
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2018 1:44 am
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I wonder if it will happen again
Some wonderful inspirational conversations.
One in the morning
With a charming foreigner
One at night with someone closer
But who I have not yet met.
Yes both do provide stimulation.

The morning one cerebral
As we discuss experiences
And I write something
That resembles poetry
From them.
Today's had to do with
A summer storm
And a childhood memory.

The night one
Much more sensual.
We occasionally talk on the phone.
We might be working to
That all important meet
To see if the chemistry is real.

His and my chats
Before we go to bed
They are fodder for dreams
That surely get stuck
In our heads.
How he wants to massage me
With coconut oil
How he wants to pay special
Attention to my ass
And then maneuvering to
In between my legs.
My breasts they will
Also be well oiled
Again and again
Just imagining it
Makes them hard
And my nipples erect.
As he mentioned
How he would pinch
And pull on them.
He would not be able
To help himself from
Taking a lick
And a nibble.

So you see that is just a sample
Of our evening chats
If we meet he has promised
That massage soon after
As he knows how my neck is stiff.
He knows that I have
Promised reciprocation
As that is only fair
In the circumstances.
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Getting To Know Someone A Poem
Posted:Jun 18, 2018 11:05 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 4:39 pm
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I wrote this poem three years ago.

Getting to know Someone

She did not blame him.
He was not around for that mess.
He could not have intervened.
For he was absent.

Yes he was absent from her life.
His appearance only recent.
He had some catching up to do.
But blame was not his to be had.

She had to remember this.
She had to say before we met
I had this other life.
And so did he.
We are now comparing notes
To one another so to speak.

They each are telling a story.
He had this success,
And such and such failure.
She had similar stories.
They swapped and compared
And they commiserated.

Getting to know all about each other.
A dialogue that does not require perfection
But it does require
The ability to listen
Which is most effective
When both exhibit patience
And comfort when
There is silence.
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A Lapse. A Poem
Posted:Jun 18, 2018 1:58 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 10:56 am
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I awoke in the middle
Of the night
Hoping with all my might
That you had sent
Me a message.
Nope, my mailbox
Did not contain
Anything new
It's really too bad.
It's nearly unforgivable.
I am not sure
How other people
Would feel
But if someone cares about you
They should at least wish
That person a happy birthday.
Not treat them so cavalierly
Taking it for granted
That a person
Is magnanimous
And can forgive
And forget
Such a lapse.
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Not Worth It. A Poem
Posted:Jun 18, 2018 1:50 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 10:58 am
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I am feeling it again
That hopeless feeling
The pendulum swung
Once again in that direction.

I let him get too close
I let him play
With my emotions.
Only to discover
He was ultimately
Not worth it

I don't know the number
He wears like
A runner in marathon.
All I know is that
I am not the victor.
I have lost once again
Now to pick up the pieces
And move on.
Which as you know
Is easier said than done.
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Kisses And Instinct. A Poem
Posted:Jun 17, 2018 1:45 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 7:51 pm
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He said the words
I want to kiss you
I replied
What's stopping you?
Closer and closer
Came his lips
I felt his breath
Upon my cheeks
Then the velvet softness
As his lips to mine
Were pressed.

I had so wanted this
Did he read my mind?
Or just my body language?
Or was it simply instinct
As the male
Of the human species?

Kisses oh yes
They can lead
To more instinctual deeds
If both of us
Are on the same wavelength.
Of course that may not
Always be the case
Which for he and I
Was not up for debate.

While our lips linger
While our ardor increases
We will employ
More body parts
As instinct wins
The battle
And defeats resistance.
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Nonexistent To Quite Distant A Poem
Posted:Jun 17, 2018 12:22 am
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2018 6:15 pm
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I wonder if he exists
The man who sees
Me at my best
And my worst
And in between
And finds the whole
Of me worthy of love.

I wonder if he
Is near
Or far away.
With my luck
We shall never meet.

From non existent
To quite distant
You see the connection?
It's pitiful
It's miniscule
But even still
My heart remains
A love seeking missile.
Even though
It might be futile.
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A Futile Exercise A Poem
Posted:Jun 17, 2018 12:06 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2018 1:44 am
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I know where I will always be
On the outside looking in.
I might never have access
Like other women
As I seem to be less
In some capacity.

I am not exaggerating.
I wish!
No, I have instance
After instance
Where this has happened.
It has made me shy
And very hesitant.

It hurts
I will not lie!
I am telling it like it is.
Man after man
Has brushed me aside
Like an offending piece of lint
Once I gave in
To what he wished.

They come back
Now and again
I am torn in what to say
Should I be casual
And have that romp in the hay?
Should I say no
And send them on their way?

Can you blame me
That I was celibate
For nearly a year?
As I tried to keep
From making the same mistake
Giving in to a man
Who only wants me for sex?

I understand that is
What this site
Is all about
But I want more
My life was put on hold
For way too long
You could say
I have catching up to do
Finding a decent man
Who sees me outside
As well as inside
May just be a futile exercise.
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Eyes Of A Novice. A Poem
Posted:Jun 16, 2018 12:22 pm
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2018 1:44 am
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I know he is an adventurer
He liked climbing mountains
And doing wilderness tours
I have lived a sheltered life
My ventures into nature
Taking place in local parks
And an occasional lake
With trees in abundance.
But only into the water
Did I wade
Not take a hike in the
Woods that surrounded it.

So I needed
Some tutoring
In a sense
To get me
Over the hump
Of being a virgin
In the wilderness.

Even camping
I had never really done
As those lakes
I visited I stayed
In a cabin.

But just as he loved
Nature inland
He was also
A sailing afficiando
Having sailed often
Obtaining the rank
Of captain.

My ocean ventures
Were land based
I layed out on the beach
And sunbathed
Only going into the water
For a dip to cool off.
Although I did once
Do a tour of Boston Harbor
As a school chaperone.

So you see
My dilemma?
I have so little
Knowledge or experience
I am wondering if he
Can deal with my ignorance.
I am wondering if he
Will tire of tutoring
Or my slower pace
Once an adventure begins.

But this anxiety
Should not be a deterrent!
I tell myself this
If I remain focused
And maintain my enthusiasm
He might just enjoy
Seeing things
Through the eyes of a novice.
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Different Yet More A Poem
Posted:Jun 15, 2018 9:42 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2018 12:27 pm
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I wrote this poem last year and it came up as a memory on another site. My birthday is this weekend. I have had few good s in my life. This will be just continuing that trend I am sad to say. The lovely thoughts in this poem do give me some solace. Hugs!

Different Yet More

I will be turning 50 years old
A friend suggested
The term that I should
Look at things
Different yet more.
I thought the phrase cute
And told him so.
And then I had to
Of course write a poem.

I once thought one way
But now with my age
I can change
My view can actually improve
On a whole host of things
I can see the them anew
With a reverence
Or one that is renewed.

Rainbows especially
I once adored them
That is for sure
Especially the one
I saw on a Friday the 13th
Back in 1985.
I remember the date
As it coincided
With my first plane ride.

Now when I see rainbows
I want to point them out
To children and family
And friends.
What a sight to behold!
Perhaps they can
Come to think of them
As I do.
How they are magnificent
And special!

When I look at flowers
I can recall some
That I adore
As I associate them
With a person
Or an occasion.
For lilies I bear
A fondness
As I associate them
With arrangements
I made for my Mother
And Grandmother.
On a Mother's Day
When I worked
At a florist.

And when a single
Pinkish purplish Lily
Sprouted near my porch
I was elated
And shocked
As I had lived here
For nine years prior
And none had shown up.
And then voila!
It appeared
In the favorite colors
Of my mother.

It was different yet more!
I can dare say.
The memory
That age has given me
Has made me see
That things will grow
In importance
And reverence
Like a rainbow
And a flower
If given a chance.

And so while age
Can be disheartening
In what I can lose
Should I not celebrate
What I have gained?
Or just come to
Acknowledge
That things
Can be different
Yet more?
Is it the proverbial
Six and one half dozen
Of the other?
Are youth and wisdom
Ever on an equal footing?
Perhaps we should
Ask the fictional man
Benjamin Button
If only we could!
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Blind Spot A Poem
Posted:Jun 15, 2018 9:21 pm
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2018 1:44 am
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To look into your eyes again
To have those same feelings
Of wonder and excitement
Should I wish for this
Or let the thought fade away?

It is safe to say
You never felt the same
Your attraction to me less
So much less
Than what I felt for you.
So I guess the answer lies
With the truth.

I can't go back in time
I can't make another first impression
I can't make you see me
With new eyes
I don't believe men
Can work that way.
Once they dismiss you
As less than desirable
It is like you are now
In their blind spot.
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Blissfulness End To End A Poem
Posted:Jun 15, 2018 9:18 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2018 11:22 am
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How I want to have that night
Held close to a man's body
Nice and tight
With occasional kisses
His and mine
Willy nilly plied
Upon our naked bodies
So blissfully entwined.

He would whisper
Making me squirm
As my sensitive ears
Have their
Nerve endings stimulated.

Breathlessness
A consequence
Of my inhalation
Only to be replaced
With a woosh
Of exhalation.

My chest
Undergoes undulations.
My breasts
Craving attention
With my nipples
Growing rigid
And erect.

Our blissfulness will have to wait
As we have awakened our senses
Once again
Turning to the act of slaking
Our thirst and hunger
With our special brand
Of give and take.
Knowing that for this
Our very bodies were made.
Starting with bliss
That is where we end.
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