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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2019 9:24 pm

"It's Personal."

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2019 7:16 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.
Sapiosexual Judgment A Poem
Posted:Sep 14, 2019 12:20 am
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2019 1:09 pm

I wish I would have known
That little bit of information
But I think my ignorance
Was a major turn off
I was not as appealing
As you had once thought.
It is like all that stimulation
That we experienced
As sapiosexuals
Was deflated
Like a football.

I felt it.
The air was whooshing
But not actually
It was metaphysical.
And instinctive.
And my heart sunk.

Like inserting a proverbial
Foot into one's mouth
Not knowing about something
That was so culturally important
However esoteric counted
As much as a strike
To my overall
Sophistication and worthiness.

I know most might be able
To disregard this slight
And continue on
But a pretentious snob
Might not be able to do such
And so I wonder if you
Are one of them.

Can you withhold judgment
Of my lack of knowledge
Can you become the teacher
Of this subject if you find it
Of great importance?
I wish I did not have to wonder
But I do
And so time will tell
How much I will know
More of you.
My Muse Is Love A Poem
Posted:Sep 11, 2019 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2019 5:19 pm

I need that thrill
That endorphin rush
Of infatuation.
When it is absent
It is like I just go
Through the motions.

So what would you
this need?
A love addiction?
I think that would
Probably be
A good depiction.

I know when I am in
The throes of love
When endorphins
Course through my blood.
I am so inspired
I can be so effing creative.
It is my muse, is love.

Love of a person.
A man might be
Not at all like I imagine.
He might be the opposite.
But until I see the real him.
While I am infatuated
He is the object of love
And my muse
For the time being.
Vague Possibilities A Poem
Posted:Sep 9, 2019 1:40 am
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2019 12:01 am

This could be the week
What possibilities!
I am such a geek
To have expectations.
When I should just
Let things be.
Try and not
Force things.

How vague!
How vague indeed!
But if you knew
Of what I spoke
You might judge me
And think I am crazy!
Ha! you probably already
Came to that conclusion
I would not blame you
Could you possibly have
Some forbearance.
If I tell you that
In a week hence
I will reveal what all
This gibberish meant?

But then again
If nothing comes
Of my hopes
If I fail utterly
If I am miserable
I might not want
To reveal what
Could have been.
I might want to hold
That thought
And since it is squashed
Put it to rest
In the bin
With other trash.
Ah Yes A Poem
Posted:Sep 8, 2019 1:11 pm
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2019 9:02 pm

Ah yes,
I have been noticing
That phrase has popped up
In quite a few
Of my poems of late.
What to do?
It is a phrase that
Holds true.
It speaks volumes
For a mood.

It is what it is.
An emphasis.
Ah yes,
I will have that again.
Ah yes,
I wish it were still happening.
Ah yes,
It is positive.
And it is better
Than negative.
Unless it is being
Used for sarcasm.
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He was Less But More Than I Expected A Poem
Posted:Sep 8, 2019 12:19 am
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2019 6:34 am

I found him to be
Less than but more
Than I expected
How can opposites
Like that happen?

He was not as judgmental
That was all in my head.
If I had known that before
I might have been
More relaxed.
Instead I was less than
The equal participant.

I should have taken
Cues from him
Been uninhibited.
But was that ever me?
Could I turn off my mind
That has served
To keep me safe
From giving myself away?
Ah yes reservations
Have their place.

He was more
But also less
In that he could not
Ever live up
To my standards
Of being understanding.
How could he
He would have to live
In my head.
Such dwelling was
Not a vacation.
It was more like
A prison sentence.

I don't know if we
Will be like we were.
We were friends
anticipated actions
That were aimed to please.

I know what I think
But his mind is a mystery.
I would like a second chance
To prove that I can give him
What he wanted most
My pleasure first
Before his own.

Yes that is also part of the more
I had no idea he felt that
His manhood was measured
By the success of that action.
A future rendezvous would
Require my relaxation
And then with my mind
Turned off
I could give him what
We both really want
In the form of my orgasm.
I Know Where I Want To Be A Poem
Posted:Sep 7, 2019 6:33 pm
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2019 4:42 pm

I know where I want to be.
Next to you honey.
By your side as we
Sit and watch TV,
Sports or a movie
It doesn't matter
All that much to me.
Although I might swear
If my team were losing.
Your reaction would
Be the same luckily.

I would love your hand
On my thigh and knee
Occasionally stroking
Sometimes in a pattern
But mostly just random.

I would love your hand
To occasionally grab mine
Make circles on my palm
I would be hard pressed
Not to moan.
You would be devilish
In your smile
As you see how
I am affected
To see how I am turned on.

The sitting would just be
One step along the way
To a night filled with
Positions that are different.
Us standing together
Kissing along the way
To a room that has a bed.
Me laying down
You standing
Then joining me
In another close encounter
Both of us supine
Looking at one another.

Yes, that is where
I want to be.
By your side in a variety
Of positions
Clothes would be on
One moment
And off in the next instant.
As we progress.
To our ultimate togetherness.
I Can Forget Briefly A Poem
Posted:Sep 7, 2019 12:10 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2019 10:35 am

I forget how much
I wish you were mine.
That doesn't make sense
But it might in time.

It is those moments
That haunt me
Again and again
When something
Jars my memory
Of how perfect
Together we would be.

You are the one
That got away
A saying that is apt
For the man who
Inhabits my dreams.
The man I can forget briefly
But then he reappears
Like a bad penny.

Like a superstitious fool
If it were heads up
I would grab it
And make a wish
For goodness knows
That luck has not
Been my friend
In the love department.

I can forget briefly
Should that be a relief?
A reminder that
Life is unfair
But goes on
And time dissipates
And mitigates pain
Mood For Talking A Poem
Posted:Sep 5, 2019 9:49 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2019 9:45 am

Mood For Talking

You ask
And I might tell.
But if not,
Don't yell.
Moods swell
Give them their space.
Give them their due.
When they regain
Their mooring
To an even keel
Then talking will
Once again
Hold an appeal.
He Could Have My Heart A Poem
Posted:Sep 3, 2019 10:47 pm
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2019 10:34 pm

He could have my heart.
So easily would it be
For him to pluck it
Like an apple
From a tree.

He could have my heart.
He could be the one.
To shift that paradigm
The one where
I love someone
And that love is returned.
Reciprocation of love
What a novelty!
An idea whose time
Could come.
If he is willing
If he is wanting
Such a thing.

My heart, my heart
So ready to be his.
I would present it
Like the most precious gift.
If I had an inkling
That he was interested.
In Flux A Poem
Posted:Sep 3, 2019 8:52 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2019 7:03 pm

So it was not as I had hoped.
The chemistry less than .
It was not exactly cold
Just more like lukewarm.

We kissed along the trail.
That was something new.
It was not unlikable
In fact it was rather
Pleasant overall.

But then he reiterated
His life was in flux
He was not sure where
He would be living
IN a month.
His temporary job
Would end for a while
He might decide
the area.
He wanted make aware
That our getting together
Might not last that long.
He wanted to be a gentleman
And not lead on.

I was kind of turned off
I might have done more
Get more affectionate
And even passionate
Had he kept his mouth shut.
But I am glad
He was honest
And upfront.

We decided keep in touch
Things could change
We could still be friends.
He was attracted to
So that was a good thing.
He was cool
And had great taste
In music and was mellow
In his views.
We could build upon
Some activities
If he finds the time
If he sees it as worthwhile
But I will let him
Do the pursuing.
I am leaving the ball
In his court.
And if he makes an effort
I might be willing.
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Predicated Upon Chemistry A Poem
Posted:Sep 2, 2019 10:27 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2019 7:04 pm

So a walk at my favorite park.
So back his place
For the allure of a massage.
Yes that formula
Will be improved upon.
The latter activity
A tried and true turn on.

This is all predicated
Upon our chemistry.
Ah yes that element
Of attraction
And if actions
Are smooth and fluid.

Goodness knows
Things can turn
be the opposite
Of what we envision.
So hopes while up
Might be brought down
Like that zeppelin
The Hindenburg
From long ago.

The fault of a gas
Being flammable.
How fitting that
Hope can also burst
When something leaks .

I am anxious have
This maiden voyage
Behind us
ascertain the elements.
discern if history
Will be repeated
Not like the Hindenburg
But an encore
Of a successful
First meeting.

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