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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