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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2018 11:36 pm

"It's Personal."

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2018 11:31 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.
Simple. Residue. A Poem
Posted:Apr 21, 2018 2:12 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2018 2:13 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 21, 2018 12:37 am

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 20, 2018 4:14 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
In Hindsight A Poem
Posted:Apr 18, 2018 12:42 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2018 5:45 pm

I wanted him to be
Someone he wasn't.
I wanted him to care
About something
He couldn't.
I wanted him to feel
About something
He couldn't fathom.

Now I see him clearly
He is not who I
Wanted him to be.
Hindsight is 20/20.

I thought he had
Depth in his DNA
Call me crazy
For thinking him
Like his brethren
He could let go
And live far away
He made a life
Whereas others stayed.
That should have been
My first clue.
He could cut the ties
That bound lesser men.
But were they really inferior?
Perhaps just in one area.
They catered to nostalgia
He snipped that cord
No umbilical tether
To his first home
Or even his second.
And so on and so on.
He went forth.
Oceans and continents
They were to be explored
And navigated.
He was not bound
To any one land.

Fuck rolling stones!
Fuck those who gathered
No moss!
I know. I know
It might be the healthier choice
But I am lost!

I am lost along the way
As he found nothing
About me that could hold sway.
He was not the man
Who revered the things I did.
The past was barely mentioned.
Anecdotes with no nostalgic sadness
Just things that happened
About which he never cried.
Showing he barely cared.

He was strong
And he was a stoic
I could blink
And he could be gone.
For he would never stay long.
He was the veritable rolling stone.
In human form.

Truth be told
He is not rootless
His are just shallow.
People certainly had little hold.
They were there if they were
He slept well
He needed no insomnia cure.
Love was not a question
He asked himself.
That required feelings
He could not espouse.

If I had this information
Before I became invested
If I had foresight
Instead of hindsight
I could have saved myself
The agony of a broken heart.
Our Brand Of Pillowtalk. A Poem
Posted:Apr 17, 2018 12:50 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2018 4:00 pm

I can just imagine
Our conversations in bed
After our lovemaking
Not your typical pillowtalk
But philosophical
And existential.

It has been so long
Since I had something similar
That ex lover still a friend
But so many things
I had discovered about him
Make him less than ideal now.
His shine lost it's sheen
Might be an apt euphemism.

You and I
We could even
Discuss past lovers
Giving validation
To our experiences
What made us who we are
I might be a little jealous
For my lack of accomplishments
Compared to other women.
You would instinctively know
That was what I was feeling
And bring me back to now
My openness and vulnerability
To you are worth gold
Make that priceless
If truth be told
So many hide behind facades
We are naked in form
And tnought
Yes this is what I imagine
For our brand of pillowtalk.
A Time For Reciprocity. A Poem
Posted:Apr 16, 2018 3:49 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2018 11:16 pm

It's awful isn't it?
Wanting some
So bad you can
Taste it?
You yearn and
You long
But they don't
Similarly respond.

Ah yes
It is a double edged sword
To feel such a strong pull
So glad you have some
To value
But conversely
The lack of reciprocity
Can cause a pain
That is stabbing.

The depth of feeling
Emotional caterwauling
Drumming and beating
A timeless mechanism
That illustrates the human condition.
It's awful isn't it?
Wanting some
Who could care less.
How much time
Should they get?
That is a question
I seem to have
Trouble answering.
An Ending, A Beginning And Doors Opening A Poem
Posted:Apr 16, 2018 1:11 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2018 7:28 pm

This may be the end
But also a beginning.
Is that how it always is?
Doors closing
Quick the next one
Had better not be locked!
Hopefully it can be opened!

I don't want a key
I might lose it.
So let it be lock free
Entry made easily!

I know it would be wonderful
Wouldn't you agree?
If the door that was open
Was to where we
Really wanted to go?
That it would lead
To that room
Or better yet
Upon a deck
With a spectacular view?

Ah yes! the view
From this new place
Something we have only
Dreamt about,
Our dreamscape.

That ending
The new beginning.
What we had imagined
But were denied
Due to circumstances.

It might not be a place at all
It might just be a person
Who becomes unlocked.
Who has opened up
And is now available.
No, it is not just a sexual thing.
Although for some
That is all it might be.
I, for one want someone
Who has more to offer
Including great conversatons
And lots of laughter!

Now with this pep talk
I might remain positive!
That something good
Is on the horizon!
An ending
A beginning
And new doors opening!
The Stow Away A Poem
Posted:Apr 15, 2018 9:11 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2018 2:12 am

I thought it was
Coming back to me
But it still wants
To hide away
Like a stow away
Going for a ride
But not able to pay.

I have tried
To weather the storm
To avoid the fray.
I have tried
To let the days
Just go by.

Indeed they have flown
And I have stayed
In some kind of stasis
Of thought.
I just cannot
Overcome this malaise
All I feel is blah!

The stow away
Going along for the ride
Not sure what is more apt
A ship or a plane.
For both can go far
And while I pay
For a less lived
And conspicuous life
I am thankful part of me
Is this stow away.

Will I emerge
At a destination of my choice?
How can I give thanks
For such a miracle?

I could cry
That I escaped
Without too much harm
All I did was forgo
Some life and time.

Will I be the same?
Will I be changed?
Will I recognize myself?
Will others see?
What will they notice
About me?

Going back
To whence I came.
If only, if only
To see that version
Had a place
Held for a time
But not forever
And not always.

I thought I could make it
Without too much harm
Am I there yet?
Far from.
Far from.
To Make You Smile A Poem
Posted:Apr 15, 2018 6:16 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2018 5:43 pm

I see your photo
What a smile!
I had the wish
That I could so elicit
That same look

Glorious mouth!
With teeth bright
And twinkling eyes
I want that sparkle
Directed at me!
But how?
What can I do?

I could tell a joke
Or anecdote.
I could compliment you
Tell you how you make
Me feel.

I could do that
And then some.
And when I got my reward.
I would let out a sigh
Hopefully not too loud.
It would be accompanied
By more thoughts.
On how to keep
You entertained
And smiling
For a while!
A Scene We Have Played A Poem
Posted:Apr 13, 2018 11:38 pm
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2018 1:13 pm

His birthday is coming up
I think I will send him
A wish for his happiness.
I might even offer
To get together
As I know how much
Fun we had and could
Have again.
It is just that kind
Of easy going sharing
With no strings

Most folks would
Not understand
How I could just
Have a fling
I know that is all
It will ever be
I don't think
We could have anything
More involved
As it is just not
The fun that we
Both seek.

Once upon a time
I wanted more
I wanted to wake up
In his arms every morning
To hear his deep effing voice
That may always
Send shivers down my spine
Especially when he
Called me beautiful.

But that is a dream
That will never
Be made a reality.
For it would be
Tearing apart
His real thing
When he and I are just
A scene of play
That gets torn down
And remade
To fit his fancy.

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