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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Personal Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2018 11:36 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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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2018 7:25 am

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.
Too A Poem
Posted:Apr 26, 2018 1:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2018 1:20 pm

To emphasize
To give depth
That is shallow
To add on
An addition
That is acknowledged
And not a surprise.
I am true
To the word too.

And and also
They have their due
But they are not always
Up to snuff
When quite might
Be the word
But too holds up.
And rhymes with
What comes
Or was past.

Too you can complete
As you are tidy and neat.
For emphasis
For an addition
And for truth.

Although some might equate
Being excessive
Or beyond an extent
I am glad you more
Often than not
Fit a situation.

Too, we should bow to you
For your versatility
Or at the least
Say thanks for the job you do.
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My Own Good. A Poem
Posted:Apr 25, 2018 10:54 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2018 2:10 pm

Get out of my way!
I will be like a train
I will be like a bulldozer
Making room for a new project!

Doesn't it sound good?
Doesn't it sound impressive?
To think I can just
Go for it?

If only I could trust
That this feeling
Would last
That the energy
Would not be spent
Before I was finished
Before I completed
All that I should.

If only I could
Do for myself
Be my own good
Work, luck, fortune.
If not me? Then who?
Why that would be no one
Some I know
All too well.
Niggling Presence A Poem
Posted:Apr 25, 2018 8:36 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2018 1:05 pm

When will there be a day
When I don't have
Regrets come into ?
When they won't haunt me
Like a taunting ghost
Who snickers as I wonder
What was that sound?

Taunting and haunting
That is what these
Regrets encompass
Always a niggling presence.
Yes it is the definition
Of annoyance!

My self talk
How it is on a loop
Ad nauseam!
Telling myself
The past is past
But I have this penchant
I need cognitive therapy
The irony is that I once
Worked for the doctor who founded it.
Those were the days
I could look at homework
As beneficial
Now I laugh as I realize
It gets lost in the shuffle!

Go away!
Torment no more!
I should have a rubber band
On my finger
Which I snap when
Into my mind regrets enter!
That might do the trick
It is worth a shot
It is way folks
Get rid of bad habits
But I should be thankful
I have not masked my regret
With an alcoholic beverage!
Yes that is the ticket!
I should take that snippet
That I am not drowning
Myself in drink
To overcome the way I think!

Instead I let
Regret's niggling presence
Have their way with me.
As I search for healthier
Coping mechanisms.
It's Been Gone A Poem
Posted:Apr 25, 2018 7:51 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2018 1:03 pm

I remember the excitement
It's been gone
It's been gone
I would wake with curiosity
To see what you
Had been doing.

I remember the butterflies
Flitting to and fro
Flitting to and fro
Just wanting to land
On any information
About you.
About you.

I saw a post
Some snippet
That you found
Something you wrote
I devoured it
Like you don't know!
Like you don't know!

Call me crazy
Call me addicted
I wanted to learn
Everything there was
I wanted to inhale
The same air
Eat the same stuff
As it was all about you
And how you lived.

This too shall pass
A statement true
As I slowly removed
You from my view
One less moment
Make that two
And on and on
Until I just occasionally recall
That once upon a time
I was all about you.
Like now
And I say
As I exhale
Not so good times
As even while excited
I knew I would have
A crash landing
For you did not have the same
Level of caring
And never would.
Persevering. A Poem
Posted:Apr 25, 2018 12:16 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2018 7:41 am

To squander
To lose what
You have gained
Whether by hard work
Or good fotune
One must forgive
Not be too harsh
On oneself
Reserve your strength
To repair the damage
Take the necessary steps
To rectify things.

I know this may
Seem so very obvious.
The sooner you
Stop the bleeding
The healing can begin
Make sure the sore
Is clear of infection
Which could equate
To being overly critical
Of one's failings
Not see that humans
Are imperfect beings
Whose instincts need
To be heeded
In persevering.
Often Saying Sorry. A Poem
Posted:Apr 24, 2018 12:57 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2018 6:36 am

I say it way too often
I say that I am sorry
Even though it is
Not my fault
Even though
It was not my actions.

What can I replace
My commiseration with?
My acknowledgement of
Their sadness or
Disappointment with?
Make it light
And say I feel for you?
I suppose
That statement is very true.

When my actions
Are the egregious ones
When my ommitance
Or lack of thoughtfulness
Is what is the offense
I will apologize
More often than not
And mean it.
Although that is
Not a promise
I won't do the offending
Thing again.
For I am all too human
Which you are
All too aware
If you are my
Family or my friend.
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Thinking Of An Urge. A Poem
Posted:Apr 22, 2018 2:44 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2018 10:32 am

I am thinking
Of making your day
Texting you to say
Let's get together
And play.

You have wanted to
I know
The subject
You have approached
I was not able
To oblige
As I was occupied.
But now
I am at that point
When I need some
Skin on skin contact
And giving
As good as I am getting
Which I know
Is how we act.

I am thinking
To let nature
Take it's course
To satisfy a thirst
To give in to an urge.
But it's early yet
And my mind may change
As I take into account
That about me
You don't really care
For more than
The sex we share.
There are terms for us
But in love
We are not.
So in that regard
It will never be
The best
But It would be familiar
And what we need
At the moment.
Simple. Residue. A Poem
Posted:Apr 21, 2018 2:12 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2018 3:09 am

One word is too simple
Brevity is not my strong suit
I talk and write
Shining and waxing a subject
What a sheen then
But sometimes I over do it
Making something wear thin.

My mind once absorbed
It once was a sponge
Now it acts more
Like a sieve
Is what escapes necessary?
Which is the residue?
I cannot recall
My chemistry from school.

Will I become one word?
Will I be reduced to
Such and such a term?
Indeed that has been
Done before
It's easier that way
So said the judge and jury
All in one
Without another opinion.

Try to be taken
Not for a fool
But by who?
If they or I only knew.
Wonder Bar Oscar Psychic A Poem
Posted:Apr 20, 2018 1:07 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2018 6:44 pm

Voice recognition is
Hit or miss
Just take this phrase
For instance.
I wanted it to type
One of my favorite
German sayings
Ausgezeichnet !
And instead
It came out
Wonder bar
Oscar psychic!

Auto correct
And voice recognition
You do know how
To make folks frown
And grimace
But also laugh
At absurd things.
I would love to hear
Some of your renditions
Of folks; expressions!

It is priceless entertainment
In that it is free
And on demand
All you have to do
Is ask for Google voice
Or some software
To decipher your words.
And await their choice!

With a smile
And a laugh
I will say it again
And not get too annoyed
When it comes out
Wonder bar
And Oscar psychic!
Visceral And Primal A Poem
Posted:Apr 19, 2018 11:07 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2018 8:32 pm

The urge I feel
When I see a hairy chest
It is so visceral
I cannot help myself!

I want to run my hands
And rub my bare breasts
Yes I do so very much
Want to touch it
It is like a hunger and thirst
A primal need
Is this urge!

Male models may have
Bare six pack abs
They can keep them
Unless they have hair
For me to tug
And twirl
And watch it curl!

Such a primal urge
Is this need
For a hairy chest
For me to touch
And caress.
It is the foreplay
That I would rather not
Do without!
It does me lots of good
As it leads to wetness
And then I can
Move on to other parts
And acts!
Escape Into Sensation. A Poem
Posted:Apr 18, 2018 2:27 am
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2018 10:10 am

Must I always think too much
Could I please just enjoy
Your touch?
Close my mind off
From all it's worries
Go with the flow
Of the sensations
You are creating?

When I said I needed
A nice coconut oil massage
I was not exaggerating.
I need to relax
Let the world slip away
For however long
For however many moments.
I need to escape
Into sensation.

I don't want to beg
Could you take the initiative?
I will be ever so grateful
And willingly return the favor

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