Were Our Feelings To Be Hurt A Poem
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Posted:Mar 12, 2018 12:49 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2018 3:20 am
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I think it would Hurt mightily If we were to fight Which is just saying We would be In disagreement. For we both are too polite To get too angry. That is not the style Of either of us. We are the kind To keep it to ourselves Or in my case I might write about Or post it in my blog.
Our feelings may be hurt But we know we would Find our way back To reconcile Knowing that we Want what is best For the other No matter if we Hurt our ego Be it slight Or harsh.
Am I thinking too much? I do that on occasion. This statement would And should make you laugh As you know that is A tad false As I have a way Of contemplating Til I am incoherent. As I need sleep But I just have to get The handle on some problem Come to grips With some emotion.
This friendship is precious Do I say that enough? I think we both are too Cognizant and aware Not to be effusive If not redundant With our praise Of how rare this thing is.
So if our feelings Were to be hurt We would take some time To regroup And then we would begin The apology tour To the other's door Figurative of course. As they would be written With delivered words For the maximum understanding Of each other's point of view.
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A Man Of Few Words A Poem
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 7:52 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2018 10:05 am
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A man of few words Yes was one of them. Yes to so many things Yes to kissing Yes to touching Yes to advancing From one part Of their anatomy To the next. Mmmmmm Farther and farther They went From that initial Yes. The best is yet to come! But the journey Is not to be frowned upon As it primes the pump!
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The Exercise Of Fantasizing A Poem
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 1:32 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2018 12:24 am
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His smile made me Want to fuck him. Take his cock In my hands And suck him.
Is that blunt enough? It is honest though And on that I pride myself. If only to write about Later on Not divulging the details To the smiling man himself.
I can hypothesize That he has similar thoughts Regarding parts of my anatomy. That is the dance after all Of our sexuality.
Tit for tat And all that jazz Smiles and acts That we fantasize Perhaps never to actualize But the exercise! Oh yes the exercise! It makes for a less boring life!
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I Have To Reconcile. A Poem
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 12:33 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2018 11:56 pm
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At first I didn't know How I was going to reconcile My thoughts And feelings Regarding him And what I consider A betrayal.
I had so many ideas That now I have found To be a waste of time. Ha! If only I had Done my research Earlier on!
He had me feeling So sympathetic I thought he was all alone With various ailments. He appealed to my Caretaking nature.
It was how he reeled Us all in I guess. Yes he had Such finesse In the heartstrings Pulling department. Most women would Be hard pressed Not to become Entangled in his web.
But now I know That it was not All my fault He was the consummate Leader on Only to throw The occasional crumb.
So that is what I have to reconcile. I am not the first I am not the only one. That fell for his story But now I have my own Indeed it could be A Taylor Swift song.
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A Chat While Springing Ahead. A Poem
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Posted:Mar 11, 2018 12:13 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2018 10:43 am
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I said it's 3 a.m. We have been Chatting for hours. That was an exaggeration Due to springing ahead For Daylight savings. We started chatting After 1 a.m. with A few interruptions.
We were normal At the beginning Discussing the weather And his profession.
We went on to me And my lack of one At the present. That is a story That I dislike telling.
We had chatted before But as happens We both forgot things Like names and What our faces Look like So we each sent A pic And told our names.
All in all it was pleasant. I think we will chat again But probably not So late in the evening As to be early morning.
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With Laughter A Poem
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Posted:Mar 8, 2018 7:12 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2018 10:43 am
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There is so much of you Running inside of me Sometimes a river Sometimes a stream. Before you think It is sexual I will correct you And tell that it is Just thoughts Of the things You say And do. For we are just friends And probably In reality Will never meet.
I think of some Of the stories You have told me Some of the anecdotes That show how Very human And naive You have been They make me smile And laugh.
Jumping into the wrong car In the rain at a bank Scaring the heck Out of a little old lady You had to apologize And tell her you meant No harm but really It was a mistake Of your friend moving His car. When your friend Retrieved you He couldn't stop laughing. You had to disabuse him Of that thought As your heart rate was Still going a mile a minute. Thinking again of the Poor frightened elderly lady
The time you were told To meet your friends At a pub to go to a party That required costumes And you were dressed As Star Trek's Spock. Your friends were nowhere To be found But a large throng Of rambunctious sports fans were. You felt antsy When you became a target Of their amusement For your unusual attire. You found the exit And saw your friends standing Outside laughing so hard At what they imagined You had encountered inside.
Those scenarios Where you found Humor afterward And know that Your discomfort Was something that Others would Have a reaction similar.
Yes, those were the thoughts That I had running Inside my mind Along with others Of our many conversations. I just want to thank you again For being the man that you are Who can take a joke Who has a great sense of humor And has a way of making My days happier As I think of you With laughter.
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To Know Me Is To Love Me A Poem
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Posted:Mar 6, 2018 9:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2018 1:26 pm
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To know me is to love me? How about like me? It all depends on A few things Like having an open mind Seeing my perspective Seeing my limitations For I am far from perfect.
I am not famous I am not rich I am not beautiful But perhaps my soul is?
I try to think of others What they are feeling Call it being empathetic Being compassionate. It is how I was raised. By very caring And nurturing parents.
When our parents viewed us With their unconditional love They wanted the best They wanted us to find partners Who can take up the reigns Continue that nurturing For the rest of our days.
To know me is to love me? My parents would have Agreed wholeheartedly! Now to find a man Who sees what they saw Flaws and all But with an understanding That my heart and soul Has great worth.
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Touching With A Poem
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Posted:Mar 6, 2018 9:28 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2018 11:59 am
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I wrote this poem 3 years ago. Let me know if you can relate to it...
You never know who will touch your soul, You never can tell When someone will reach within And caress your heart,
It could be with a look It could be a deed or action It could be that a kind word was spoken. But it all revolves around an interaction.
Do not close yourself off from the world Just take a break now and again if you can, For you might miss out on this touching On this caressing of your spirit. And it would be a shame to miss it.
I was prompted to write about this, From someone mentioning my Mom's on-line obituary, And what I had written, He made me look at my words again He made me feel and relive some moments.
It is almost as if I cannot write a poem It might better be said in a blog, But like I said of the touching and caressing, My soul and my heart were reawakened. And I wanted to share this with the world.
Not all poetry is going to flow, It may meander from its intended purpose Is that not like life itself? Paths become divergent.
You know what word now comes to mind It is of course the word journey You have been on a short one with me As you read this poem And I thank you for the companionship I thank you for listening I hope someday you can share thoughts Like I am doing With a stranger or an acquaintance. Just to touch and caress another;s soul and spirit.
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A Charmer A Poem
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Posted:Mar 5, 2018 11:36 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2018 1:41 am
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He could have them Eating out of his hands Or off of any part of him. He just had that Certain kind of pizzazz or was that panache? Let's just say He embodied both words Without even trying hard.
His photos left somethings To the imagination But his backside Was on full display And boy did women Want to grab his buns Squeeze them like They were Charmin. I think that was The point He was shooting for. Swish he hit that basket And scored!
A self proclaimed charmer Was he an avid heart breaker? Or only one up for A flirtation? Not wanting to jump Into bed with every woman But chose his partners With a wisdom Or just a knack For getting his Ultimate desires met? I would think that Would be a safe bet As any number of takers Would have gambled With him.
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Something With More Substance. A Poem
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Posted:Mar 5, 2018 2:40 am
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2018 11:53 am
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He described himself to me I told him I wish we Had met two years ago. When I was healthier. He could have made Me very happy In what he and I Could have been doing. He says he liked to give Before receiving And had great stamina. Those are two of my Favorite male qualities Along with a sense of humor.
We have little in common Besides what we appreciated About having sex. He did not share My love for writing He did not care About my poetry. I get the idea That he is Not too deep. But he still has Exhibited feelings But also shown To be cavalier About those of others.
So when I truly think If we had hooked up It would not have Lasted very long. I had too many of Those interactions In the past. Now I want something With more substance.
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A Network Of Precious Moments A Poem
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Posted:Mar 4, 2018 10:56 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2018 4:10 pm
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I don't want to monopolize your time I know you have your own life I just want a sliver or a slice That time with you spent Has become my own Particular kind of heaven.
It's never going To be perfect There will almost Always be Room for improvement. But moment to moment Each connection That keeps us in The other's mind'e eye Is precious And soul renewing.
Precious moments That term has Become overused. But they are still So very appropriate For the time I spend with you.
A renewed soul From those moments Those slivers and slices Of time that we share With one another Whether together Or just occupying One another's mind. Let those nerve endings Associated with happiness Never be severed Let them be forever fed With nutrients. Let those precious moments Become a network That branches out Offering light To the parts of us That are dark.
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Fanciful Laughable Ridicule Cockatoo. A Poem
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Posted:Mar 4, 2018 1:56 am
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2018 11:13 pm
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It's somewhat laughable The way that I am fanciful. Some folks would Have harsher names To display their ridicule.
I will be like a duck And let it be Water off my back I will quack But not attack. For I am not a hawk Or crow. If anything I am the funniest Of birds. Yes sometimes I wish I were A cockatoo So I could laugh hysterical. And mimic whomever Was harsh and cruel. Wouldn't that be annoying? But also a little fun!
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The Final Decision A Poem
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Posted:Mar 3, 2018 10:06 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2018 12:04 pm
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Always crying Are you the wolf Of my imagination Or the real thing? It is coming To fruition The final decision.
I know I wanted you But it was really Just a pipe dream. How can I have Someone so put together When I am nowhere Near that description?
You had patience You gave me a reprieve More than once. I gave you reasons And you offered Encouragement But to me They sounded Like empty words.
There is a feeling In my stomach Like a punch That did not make Me keel over In pain but It was close.
I dug the ditch That became the moat My castle A fortress Impenetrable. I did it with Barely any Of your help. Yes I did it All by myself.
I don't blame you For walking the other way It was the expected outcome That I put into play Way back when I first gave you The first of many No decisions. Now the final one Is being done It is all now in your hands.
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