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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Peral Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2019 9:41 am

"It's Peral."

If you have something you would like to tell or ask me, why not post a comment here? This thread is set for me to review comments before they appear. They're just between you and me. Well I might read them out loud and they could be overheard by my pets.

I would love if you would comment on my blog posts of course. But if you just want to leave a quick message about any and everything, please feel free...

I recommend everyone have a blog so that others can contact them.

Have a great day!

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2019 2:00 am

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 per 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.
My Utmost Sincerity. A Poem
Posted:Jul 17, 2019 12:43 am
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2019 5:43 am

Sorry to bother you
With my inane shit.
Once upon a time
I wouldn't have.
But now I am weak
And suffering.
Granted it's my own fault
I can be so effing stupid.

You listened once
Actually it was many times
The once refers
To a block of time
In which your help
Was instrumental
In keeping from
Jumoing off that
Proverbial bridge.
For I was on edge
There is no denying it.

Like I said
I am sorry for
Being a bother
I can say thank you
Over and over
For your previous
Kindness and understanding.
I will mean that
With the utmost sincerity
My gratitude will not be feigned.
But will it ever be enough
Were I to need your help again?
Positive Reaction A Poem
Posted:Jul 16, 2019 10:37 pm
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2019 12:31 am

I like people that are positive.
It is like they even out
For me being negative.
I am not always this way
I would say it is more like
Fifty fifty.
I can be like a with glee
At times.
When I am in the throes
Of happiness.

Is it too much for me
To tap into their reserve?
I sometimes feel guilty
That I am doing this.
But then they reassure
Me that it is all good.
They like to share.

How decent!
How admirable.
How I would so like to be
Like them.
Some days I am
And I return the gesture
To those with whom
I come into contact with.

I like that track
Let's keep it going
When I stop
Another comes along
To pick up the slack.
How is that for a positive reaction?
An Ex Contacted Me Today. A Poem
Posted:Jul 16, 2019 9:23 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2019 6:56 pm

An ex lover
Propositioned me tiday.
It was tempting
As I know all too well
What his tongue can do.

He's married now
When we saw each
Other before
Years ago
He was single.
But even though
Sex with me was great
He wanted someone else.

I have met his wife
She is friends
With various relatives
She is nice enough
All I can see
Is that she is
Skinnier than me.
Yes I really think
That is it.

I am in his book
As good enough to fuck
But beyond that
Nothing much.

I really should
Hold on to my self respect
And tell him
Where to go
Back to his
And his new wife's bed.
A Tuesday Text. A Poem
Posted:Jul 16, 2019 8:53 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2019 6:16 pm

It's the day of the week
That I can communicate
With my ex FWB.
A day he was unlikely
To be with his new girlfriend.

It's terrible isn't it?
How I can't let go?
He said he wants
To remain my friend.
To be able to chat
But a topic of conversation
I dare not broach
Is he new found love.
Even if that is indeed
The word for it.

I am trying to be honest
I am trying
To understand
What I am feeling
Deep down inside of me

The pain of his rejection
Is it going away?
Am I burying it?
Or am am feeding
False hopes
Of a reconciliation.
It's a case of not
Wanting to let go
Of something that felt
So comfortable
And wonderful.
Even though
I have to...
With a man
Who found me less than his ideal
Looking At My Former Life A Poem
Posted:Jul 15, 2019 11:28 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2019 8:33 am

Do you ever wonder
What it would be like
If you had taken
A different path
A different route?
Of course you have
It is human nature
think of what
Could have been.

But I am tortured
By them
Will it lead to madness?
I have a fear of this.
Is this a form
Of anxiety?
Is there a term
For wanting to go
Back in time
And do a different thing?

Thes can they rescue me?
Will someone get through
With a life jacket or preserver
To keep me from drowning
In my thoughts
Of what could have been?
I do not want to resort
To medication.
That is such a crutch!
At least my suffering
Is my own and genuine.
But by the token
At this point I am playing a part
Of an outsider
To my former life.
Like that scene
With Ebenezer Scrooge
In a Christmas Carol.

The les in that story
Is what I should take away
You can't change the past.
It is yesterday by definition
Today and tomorrow
Are what we are given
If we remain among the living.
Smiley Faces And Shooting Stars A Poem
Posted:Jul 15, 2019 10:39 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2019 11:50 pm

Smiley faces,
Do they ever go places?
Do they ever
Get see in per
The per they are meant for
Or do they just get lost
In the interwebs?
Just imagine all those faces
What would be their ?
Millions or billions?

What are we creating?
An emoticon population
That serves their purpose once
They are not complaining
Their use was their birth.
They might realize this
And cease exist.

Yes of course that is
What happens.
Emoticons are inanimate
And their intent
Is what spurred
Their creation
And like a shooting star
They burn
But they were seen
And that is what matters.
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No Real Life Liai A Poem
Posted:Jul 15, 2019 10:12 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2019 8:38 am

We slept on a slight misunderstanding
I was a little hurt from a conversation.
The truth is hard accept sometimes
Especially when the fantasy is
So gosh darn appealing.

He burst my bubble a bit
Saying we most likely
Will never be more than friends.
You see he was being led
By his better angels.
The devil spurred him on too.
But he had the will power
To say no to those actions.

He had so much to offer
But his heart was not going
To break another's.
He knew how that felt
And he did not want
To cause undue pain
To someone else.

I applaud his integrity
How could I not?
It was one of the reas
I liked him so much.
His chivalry
His willingness to help
When I am a damsel in distress
When I was a mess
From a lover's rejection.

Love would be so easy with him.
We have shared some scenarios
So much affection and tenderness
So much pleasing one another.
So much emotion that
Would be bonding.

He knows this could happen
With any open hearted woman
I am no exception.
So he forgoes that deepening
That act of connecting.

He remains true to his values.
He may be lonely and alone.
But he knows the hurt
That could come
That proverbial opening
Of a can of worms
If he took that step
Toward a real life liai.
Writing Poetry About The Man Of My Dreams A Poem
Posted:Jul 15, 2019 9:16 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2019 8:19 pm

Do you want be
The man of my dreams?
The I write
Poems about constantly?
Do you want be
Immortalized in my poetry?

You will be the first you know.
All the others that came before
They failed appreciate
The poems I wrote for
And about them.
cares about a silly
Woman's ravings and rantings
About love and sex.
They did not possess
Romantic notions
Or romantic bones.

It is okay
I can do it myself
It is my hobby
My passion
That you may not
Care share
I suppose we have
Other things
In common.
They will have suffice.
But know that if
Your mind opens up
My poetry will be there.
Peace To Your Mind A Poem
Posted:Jul 14, 2019 9:57 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2019 8:26 pm

Peace To Your Mind Written in 20

We all have troubles
We all have stress
We all have someone
We love
Who we miss.

If only that per
Were here
Beside us.
Offering the comfort
Offering words of wisdom.
Or just listening
As we vent.
Giving us a hug
Or a soft gentle touch.

I hope your thoughts
Get some relief
When you sleep.
You get the rest
You so desperately need.
For the ahead.
Your bed is the place
That offers
That oh so necessary
Soft landing.
And peace.
To your mind is given.
No Good Replacements A Poem
Posted:Jul 14, 2019 9:47 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2019 7:28 pm

Okay so no good replacements
Have come my way.
It is going on weeks
Since I was told
He had an interest
In somebody
Other than me.

I had a good option but
He is not in the best of health.
He was very complimentary
I will always remember him
Calling me awesome
And wonderful.
But now due to his health issues
We won't be able to see
Each other for a few months.

There have been other dates
That will go nowhere
Just not possible
For a variety of reas.
There have been some propositions
That were mighty tempting.
But what might be giving in
To momentary pleasure
They are not what
I want ultimately.

So that is my non progress
In a nutshell.
Summer will fly by
With nothing to show for it.
Just the passing of time.
Which with my vulnerable state
Might be the most
Optimal thing.
He Came Back A Poem
Posted:Jul 14, 2019 9:27 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2019 9:28 pm

He Came Back Written in 20

Without fanfare,
Without a warning,
He took his .
No goodbye
ruin the moment.

When she realized
He was gone.
She silently said farewell.
Hoping he came back
Once more.

And he did
He forget something.
He found her
He said this
"I left earlier
And then he placed a kiss
Upon her lips.
His hands upon her .
How delicate.

Swelled in both their eyes
His and her hands trembling
A moment
Almost lost
But made more memorable
For it's surprise.
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