Happy Holidays To Everyone
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Posted:Dec 26, 2019 9:48 am
Last Updated:Dec 27, 2019 2:37 pm
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I hope it is not too late to say Good tidings to all this Holiday season. I hope everyone had a good Christmas and have plans for a memorable New year's celebration for 2020. I have not made up my mind yet what I am doing. Anyone got some grand plans for the evening?
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The Center Of Someone's World A Poem
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Posted:Dec 26, 2019 9:42 am
Last Updated:Dec 27, 2019 9:54 am
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The Center Of Someone's World
Written in December of Twenty
That feeling that you feel When you think you are The center of someone's world. It is nearly indescribable. But I will try And I will possibly fail. Like so many before me And after me most probably.
Words and feelings They can sometimes Go together Like Peanut Butter And Jelly Or Orange Juice And vodka. But can they ever Really intimately know One another?
To feel It's ideal In words A target On a dart board. So many misses Near and farther apart. But it is a start. And that is what The effort shows When one describes What is in one's heart.
Yes being the center Of someone's attention You are marked. You are their target. You are their focus You are their yearning When you look at them Their eyes locked Or sometimes closed For feelings Can sometimes overwhelm And eyes need To go inward And there they paint Their mental picture. To remember When you are not together.
How have I done? Have I come close? I hope so. I can only imagine. That my words are understood. That for a brief moment They were the focus. Now go back to looking At your loved ones. With the attention they deserve.
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When Our Love Could Begin
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Posted:Dec 3, 2019 5:39 am
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2019 10:14 pm
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I wrote this December of 20.
And so it begins, It might become great, It is just the anticipation of a first date. I don't remember the butterflies of such size, I don't remember how I wanted memorize, Every single facet and shape of his face, Every single word he utters, Every single gesture of his hands, Every breath and exhalation. Every look he gives me And his pupil's dilation. Do you think he feels the same? I mean, it is his first with me, Could our anticipation be mutual? Could our future ecstasy meet expectations? I am guessing it all depends. On whether we exude our wishes, Our desires, And if we make a maximum heartfelt effort.
I don't want be cavalier. I don't want say c'est la vie. I want be fully awake, and Not feel a moment of ennui.
There are two words I want this be, One is special and the other is unique. Yes, this will be special for us. And it will also be unique if we fulfill all our fantasies. I am so looking forward this, I can hardly sleep.
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The Insecurities Have Taken Hold A Poem
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Posted:Dec 1, 2019 9:14 pm
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2019 4:56 pm
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It is very hard for . I want to give Us a chance to be But my insecurities They live and breathe And take hold And they are now All I can see.
I shouldn't even Be more than friends with you. I should have left things there But I let the boundaries blur And now saying we have To go back to being Just friends will probably Turn you off completely Bringing our friendship To an end.
I know you are new To all this This is a new phase Of your life. I could guide you But I found about A few things And the insecurities Like I said Have taken hold They act clairvoyant Even though it might Just be paranoia.
But I can't be your rebound lover You will always compare to her I would rather be alone We had some fun I now understand better What you were running from.
I have been here Way too often. It hurts for a while And then I heal With time. I am sure you Will do the same As well.
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Friends, Yes, Friends A Poem
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Posted:Nov 26, 2019 9:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2020 8:12 pm
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He and his girlfriend are over He is looking for a new lover now. I have not offered to be one Take up where we left off. I have some pride left I would rather we stay friends. I would rather him have Some respect for me Considering in the past He obviously thought I was not good enough For a relationship Of any longevity.
The sex was always good. It felt wonderful every time. He knew I had quite the libido Kissing and touching Would inevitably lead To greater and more intimacy.
I never asked him What he found so unacceptable About me The truth too harsh For me too see. I know I am not perfect I know my faults All too well. His not divulging them Perhaps meant He was a gentleman. He did not want to hurt My feelings. After all he did say He loved me but Was not in love with me. Whatever that meant I did not want to dig too deep. I took solace in knowing He did not hate me Or wish me ill.
Friends, yes, friends That is what we can be. We can discuss things We have in common. Our love of sports and pets.
I might dream about him Like I have many an ex lover. I don't have a current one Who can occupy my waking Let alone my sleeping moments.
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To Write A Script. A Poem
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Posted:Nov 14, 2019 4:42 pm
Last Updated:Nov 21, 2019 8:50 pm
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I want to hear you say Hi again. How simple a wish is that? I remarked how I found It endearing And you wondered If I was kidding But I was serious. It showed you were friendly Wanted to put people at ease It was quite charming And with me Quite effective.
I wonder if I ever will Hear that word again Uttered from your lips I have a mind to write A whole new script In which we get together Take up where we left off Before you fell ill And then disappeared.
Do I seem desperate? Or just fanciful? Thinking of a man Who probably never was? But that's the point. In this script I can write of my heart's content And not it's broken shell.
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A Woman He Has Yet To Get A Poem
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Posted:Nov 12, 2019 9:27 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2019 10:23 pm
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He surfaces now and then To tell that I was on his mind. He was thinking about Some aspect about me. Usually my breasts. Or my big behind.
I appreciate the compliment. For truly there are so many Other women he could have. So many other women In his past. What makes me special? That I have not cut ties? That I am open to communicating?
He and I have never even met. Perhaps it is just that. I am a woman he has yet to get. I don't know if we will ever Take the next step And meet in real life. Fantasy is so full of desire. Will real life measure up? I know I would do my darndest To make sure. Why waste each other's time? Why not try to fulfill those scenes That he and I described?
I am a woman he has yet to get. I am not sure we will ever meet. But when we ? We are transported to places Where fulfillment of our desires Is achieved. If only briefly... And then we end our conversations. Until he surfaces again. When he remembers who I am. Or some facet of my body That he appreciates.
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This Moment Of Togetherness A Poem
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Posted:Nov 11, 2019 10:07 pm
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2019 9:17 pm
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When you hold me , Stroke my hair, Tell me stories Of your life. Some funny Some not so nice. Your guard down This is what I treasure This moment Of being together.
My mind will picture Yes it will envision What you say And I will offer intermittently A question which shows I am listening intently. I am with you. Your arm around me . Consciously or unconsciously Stroking my hair You are relaxed As am I I am savoring This moment Of togetherness. However long it lasts.
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Simply Not A Frog A Poem
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Posted:Nov 5, 2019 1:02 am
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2019 12:15 pm
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He was supposed to be Unlike the others. He was supposed to be Simply not a frog. Not a prince. For that is asking For the impossible. Simply not a frog Would pass muster. Would be adequate But a frog Had qualities I had to see for myself.
He was not a frog We joked about it. Among ourselves. But then he chose To leave like he was Cinderella at the ball. And had a curfew. He disappeared. But it was worse For he was like a ghost. He has gone silent And I don't know why. Except perhaps His allergic reaction To my cat. For up to that moment Our time was quite pleasant.
Why did he have To be such a coward And not explain His silence? He set in motion An awful contemplation. A mood alteration That takes a while To recalibrate.
So not a frog But what then? Just another man Who let me down.
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The One That Revs My Engine A Poem
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Posted:Nov 4, 2019 11:12 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2019 11:24 am
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Will it be humor? Will it be lust? Will it be timing? Will it be trust? Will it be a combination Or all of the above?
What will get me To that point? The one that revs My engine And keeps it running?
I am not thinking That boiling is in the works That is beyond my metrics At this present stage. But perhaps A revving and continuation Could take place. I would seek such a state. Now to find a partner Who can make this a reality.
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Lacking Inspiration A Poem
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Posted:Nov 4, 2019 9:41 am
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2019 8:20 pm
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When one suffers from A lack of inspiration One must dig deep Or actually one might Want to go outside And just be free. Something has to give Whether away Or taken in. An equation Of addition Or subtraction The proof will be When something Comes of it In the form of creativity.
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Bon Voyage To Ennui A Poem
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Posted:Nov 2, 2019 6:37 pm
Last Updated:Nov 3, 2019 4:25 pm
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I remember the term From my Literature days Reading Madame Bovary. The term was ennui.
I have been experiencing it Something awful. I know these things Can come in cycles. I am waiting for it's departure. Will it announce it's leave With fanfare? One of those big horns Of a ship signalling A bon voyage. Ah yes be gone Good riddance. Ennui you have been So much of an encumbrance.
I should be glad I am not on that ship. I am free! Ennui is not me . It just took this analogy to see. That I am the one in charge Of my journey.
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What Now? A Poem
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Posted:Oct 12, 2019 9:03 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2019 5:46 pm
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What now? A simple phrase But it will speak volumes Depending on the answer. I wish I could be more Something. Hopeful. But life has taught me Doubt. So much so. That hope's voice Is little more than a mouse.
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