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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2018 6:22 pm

"It's Personal."

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2018 3:42 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.
Wardrobe's Chauffeur. A Poem
Posted:Sep 21, 2018 12:32 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2018 5:40 pm

There is a nip
In the air
A sweater I shall wear.
My tanned arms
Shall not be bared
As they were
Only a few days before.

It is nature's way
It has to have a say
In our choice of clothing
Our wardrobe chauffeur
As it maneuvers us
As we head outdoors.
We are at it's mercy
If we are to seek comfort
And not be
Taken unawares.

It's easier to remove
A sweater or jacket
If one finds it hotter
As the day goes on
Than to keep rubbing
One's arms
To warm them up.

Although a shiver
Can present
The perfect excuse
For a man to come
And act chivalrous
Like Sir Galahad
Offering his own jacket
Or his hands
To do the rubbing
With agreement.
Ah! Just imagine!
The invitation
The perfect flirtation
Courtesy of nature
Our wardrobe's chauffeur.
Recycling Time. A Poem
Posted:Sep 18, 2018 11:40 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2018 8:23 am

I have wasted so much
Time at least
Energy I reserved
As I did little
But worry.
That fight or flight response
Alive and well in me
In the form
Of learned helplessness.
I can't go on like this!
Well I can
But what an expense!

My mind toys with living
Should I take a chance?
Could today be the day
I develop a second wind?

I am not growing younger
Like Benjamin Button
I have experience
But compared to many
I have barely lived.

I am a riddle.
I am riddled.
I am here
But am I really?
My mind is off
Up up and away
Were a hot air balloon
To appear
I would think
It for me.
To escape.
But that transportation
Is unnecessary
I am stationary.
My mind is it's own means.
It thinks this mode is cheap
But that is far from the case.

Remember the waste?
My mind might be a recycler
When I think about it
It uses the same thoughts
Over and over.

Eureka! I know
I must break the pattern
Like eating plantain chips
Instead of the potato ones
One small bite of change
Can beget another one
And so on and so on...
Good and plenty
I didn't so much
As like the candy
As I did the colors.
And now there are Skittles!
Aren't they various
As well as delicious?

Where am I going?
Why to bed of course!
Did you think I was serious?
This is late night delirium
At it's best
Or is it worst?
Slipping Away. A Poem
Posted:Sep 18, 2018 9:01 pm
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2018 11:43 pm

He's slipping away.
More and more
With each passing day.
I have nothing
He really needs
It would seem.

Family and friends
Would tell me
You are better off
Without him.
His life is complicated.
You don't need that.
I know that is
One view I could take.
But my heart
Has had other ideas.
It wanted to be there
To support him.
To show him strength
When he might be weak
To hug him
And tell him
Things would be alright.
To give him the best of me
When he needed it.

Alas, I will let things be
Que Sera Sera
Will my heart
Be kept safe
If we never again speak?
I will have to make
Repairs if necessary.
I know his
Won't be carefree.
That is something
I can take away
Although it brings
Me no relief.
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In Comparison. A Poem
Posted:Sep 18, 2018 9:10 am
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2018 3:55 pm

She is lovely.
Lovelier than me.
I am not sure
I should even speak
For would it be
Shushed like an annoyance
Like an oaf
In a theatre or library.

I see.
I have eyes.
I have many parts
Including a heart.
That will feel
In response.
As I guage
Your interest in her.
I am an afterthought.

Can I pretend
That I feel naught?
Will my reaction
Be frowned upon?
It will depend
On you, the man
In the equation.
If you feel at all
For me
If you feel the
Slightest hesitation.
Knowing I have been
The one who was with you
Until then.
Is my loving
Is my loyalty
Worth anything?
That is the question
As you look at her
In comparison.
Are You A Giver? A Poem
Posted:Sep 16, 2018 5:44 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2018 8:26 am

Are you a giver?
A giver of pleasure?
Not just a talker
But a real doer?

An active participant!
That is what
I am after.
He who uses his
God given gifts.
His God given talents
With his mouth
And hands
And then goes in
For the ultimate pleasure
With his dick!

Believe me
When I say
I will give
In equal measure
Because that is
Simply my nature.

Givers of pleasure
What we can do
To one another
It makes me wonder!
Would you say
Your thoughts are similar?
If so, we should
Make it happen
And get together!
To Make What We Envisioned A Reality. A Poem
Posted:Sep 16, 2018 8:46 am
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2018 4:16 pm

It's nice to be wanted
It's nice to flirt.
To tell each other
What we desire.
To give them voice.

It's arousing!
It invites our imaginations
We have scenarios
We can someday
Put into play.
It could be amazing
If it comes close
To what we envision.
If it comes close
To our expectations.

I want to do it!
But will I?
It takes a partner
Who is game
Who wants it too!
Yes! To be enthusiastic
To give and receive
To satisfy our mutual needs!
To make what we
A reality.
Looking At My Hands. A Poem
Posted:Sep 15, 2018 3:17 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2018 6:40 am

I look at my hands
Which presently are tan.
Their color matching
My forearm.

I think they are
A nice size and shape
On the small side
Compared to the rest of me.

I think how they
Would look in yours
Held in various scenarios
Walking along the beach
Sitting on the couch
In the front seat
Of your car
Occasionally you would
Reach for my hand
When one hand on
The wheel would suffice.

In my most fanciful
In my wildest dreams
I see you extend
Your hand to mine
With a ring.
Would you be
Down on one knee?
That is the most romantic way.
But not necessarily key
No, the words you utter
Would most assuredly be.
"Will you marry me?"
I would not know
What to say
I would be deprived
Of speech
My mouth opening
But no words
Would I be emitting.
This gesture from you
So unexpected!
So caught off guard
Did it catch me
That my hands
Would be shaking.

That could be the scene
But more than likely
It will never happen
For marriage is something
Other normal people do
Not us supposed
Enlightened folk
Who do not cater
To societal norms.
We shrug off
That convention
Such a binding tie
Proven ineffective
For countless couples
In the past and present
But still
A ring would look
Mighty nice on my hand.
Moments When. A Poem
Posted:Sep 15, 2018 2:51 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2018 2:54 am

I think we could have
Moments of happiness.
Moments when
We smile
And laugh
Moments when
We forgot our worries
Moments when
We forget the past.

You see I figured this
From our conversations
We have already done
This several times in fact.
Tonight you showed me
Just how easily
You can do it
When I said I was depressed
You said I need to laugh.
You proceeded to find
Me links to funny scenes
In movies that you liked.
Some did indeed make
Me smile and laugh
Others made me wince
As they kind of failed
In their humor attempt
But that was the point
A moment of awkwardness.

It was getting late
And I was tired
So I said goodnight
To which you responded.
In kind.
The thought in my mind
Was how it would
Be a very good night
Were we together
Instead of miles apart.
If we were sharing a bed
And we were giving
And receiving pleasure
From one another.
Those would be some moments
That I would like to remember
Along with the real ones
That had just happened
Just our exchange of texts
Regarding silly movie scenes.
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A Day I Walked A Poem
Posted:Sep 14, 2018 3:49 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2018 12:14 pm

I wish I had a picture
Of what I looked like
That long ago day
But instead I will
Have to go from memory.

I wore pastel colors
How softly glowing
It made me
My tan adding
To my vibrancy.

My hair a little big
In the front
As was the eighties style
I am sure it made
My face look
Bigger as well.

My eyes greenish blue
Dare I say they popped
With my tan
And the pastel blue hues
Of my sweater blouse
From Bennetton?

I was walking from
My apartment on 41st
And Walnut
To Center City Philadelphia.
Over the Schuylkill River.
It was a sunny
Early day of Summer.
I had such pleasant thoughts.
Some of the man
I would be meeting
As well as some
Of another
With whom I had
Become infatuated.

I was to meet my friend
Whom I affectionately
Called Larry the lawyer.
I truly wish I had
More of an attraction to him.
Instead I was stand offish.
I couldn't help it.
I was true to my feelings
True to myself.

This was something
Larry appreciated.
Although it was
At times frustrating
As he wanted more
Than just kisses
And making out.
You see I was a virgin then
Saving myself for love.

Larry met me at some
Open air market
I don't remember the name
It was pretty famous
It probably still exists
I might have to Google it.

What we had for lunch
Escapes my mind too
But in those days I was
Eating healthy
Mostly chicken,fish
And salad
So it was probably
Some such combination.
Lunch always seemed
To taste better
When someone else was paying
As was the case today
With Larry the lawyer
He might have even
Wrote it off as an expense.
I think his Law Firm
Had some kind
Of lunch allowance.

Although Larry showed me
Wonderful attention
I was not the only woman
He was seeing.
He had become acquainted
With a foreign lady
Who was a nanny
Or Au pair as was
The name more fashionable.

She possessed something
That I did not
A willingness to have sex.
Larry was too much
Of a gentleman
To come right out
And say it.
But it was implied.
So where did that leave us?
Still good friends?
Yes, that was our destination.
I could only wish
Him and Florence the best.

Our communication
Became less and less
He helped me with
A tenant landlord matter
The following Autumn.
I wanted to live
On campus for a change.
Off campus charm
Had wanted.

I learned a year or so later
That Larry had married
His foreign Florence.
Something about keeping
Her in the country.

I lost touch with Larry
In the ensuing years
I do wish him the best
As much as I can.
I am not sure
Marriage to Florence lasted
But it always made me smile
Thinking of the rhyming
Of their two names
Lawrence and Florence.
It sounds like something
Out of a historical novel
Of romance.

I remember me
That day of pastels
How I thought I looked
The best I ever had.
How men stared
How people smiled
Both men and women
As I smiled at them.

I wish I had a picture
But memory will
Have to suffice
How I was so self assured
That I could walk
The daylit streets
From West to East
And back
And now that I think back
How innocent
How naive
But I was me
With a sense of self
That was not low
On esteem.
Worst Fears To Happy Tears. A Poem
Posted:Sep 11, 2018 9:32 am
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2018 2:10 pm

Could it be possible?
Could it be real?
Could you actually care?
Could you actually feel?
The same for me
As I feel for you?

It's a question
That goes through my mind.
At times it is all I think.
I want the answer
In the worst way.
But I am too shy
Or perhaps wise
From experience.
Knowing asking
Can prove my worst fears.
That my feelings
You don't share.

What I would like
Is if you take my hand
If you look into my eyes
Tell me that I long to hear
My fondest wish
My most ardent desire
That you care!
That you feel the same way!
That you reciprocate
My feelings!

What a moment
That would be!
One in which
My heart might skip a beat.
One in which
My breath could catch
No sound could I emit
But my eyes would
Speak for me
With happy tears.
Cold Feet. A Poem
Posted:Sep 11, 2018 8:28 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2018 2:36 am

It could have been
A great afternoon
And evening.
The things we discussed,
The scenarios had they
Come to fruition.
Instead I not sure
I will even get
A raincheck.

Are you really
That shy?
Really that hesitant?
That question has been
Asked of me
On many an occasion.
But you are a man.
They usually have fewer
Problems with cold feet.

I know taking a chance
Can be a scary proposition.
I have been there
Too many times to mention.
But what you envisioned
How much you said
You wanted
Me and my body
How we could have
So much fun.
Remember some
Of the subjects
We could discuss
Sports, politics and music.
We could forgo
Talking about our exes
Make a pact in advance
For that to be off limits
We could seize the effing day!
Yes Carpe Diem!
But sadly
That will not be the case.
As you have developed
Cold feet and are hesitant.

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