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Mellifluous Musings
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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Personal Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2020 11:35 pm

"It's Personal."

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:Apr 2, 2020 7:05 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 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.
A Nearly Impossible Task. A Poem
Posted:Jan 23, 2022 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2022 4:07 pm

What can I say?
I long for him
In the worst way.
But it's foolish
To pursue him
When we are so different.
We don't agree
On so many things.

But before we came
To that conclusion
We had a few rendezvous.
It was the best sex I ever had
So wanting an encore
Is only natural.

He has more willpower
Than I do
That is for sure.
For I would jump his bones
And not speak at all
He doesn't want something
That is just sexual.

I don't know how to make
Him change his mind
I guess I will have to find
Someone who can take
His place.
At my age
Finding such compatibility
Is like looking
For a needle in a haystack.
A nearly impossible task.
Not Lost On Us. A Poem
Posted:Jan 22, 2022 9:05 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2022 3:47 pm

An innocent gesture on my part
I sent a video of a song to him
Should I have known in advance
That it would remind
Him of his ex?

I guess it stands to reason
The singer androgynous
Someone who appealed
To both men and women.
And as his ex bi
She could be quite the favorite.

The subject of the song
Such a lovesick matter
Could wash the most
Stoic of souls
With nostalgia.

Perhaps sharing his feelings
Could provide some solace
Knowing that I am present
A friend that cares
About his heart
The past may haunt us
But ghosts don't warm us.

May the moment
Not be lost on us
That time and togetherness
The present
Is precious.
Unrequited Love Is What I Know
Posted:Dec 22, 2021 12:03 pm
Last Updated:Dec 22, 2021 12:07 pm

He wonders how I write
Of love with such knowledge
Shall we say my imagination
Holds the upper hand
As my experience pales
In comparison.

I have read
And dreamt
How love can be.
My unrequited love file
Is overflowing at the seams.
Let's say a cabinet
Of the subject
Would be most appropriate

Filing away lost loves
When reality has had it's say.
Foolish and ashamed
Of my heart and head
Losing at a game I wish
I had never played.
Yes therein lies my experience.
Best forgotten remnants
Of my mind's irrelevance.
To wish for more with some
Who thought so little of me
Or not at all
Unrequited love's toll.
That is what I know.
Continuing Affection. A Poem
Posted:Nov 16, 2021 9:27 am
Last Updated:Nov 22, 2021 3:23 pm

His birthday is coming up.
I told him I wanted to do something
I am not sure he has any idea
Of what that would entail
But it's simply
That I will write him a poem.

Generic platitudes
How I value his friendship
How I want to always
Be there for encouragement
To be supportive
In his endeavors
And offer consolation
For his losses.

I have always emphasized
That I care about his happiness.
I know he is sensitive
And takes things hard
And can fall into a depression.

I have had my share of sadness
My share of despondency
And depression
I can relate to his
And offer suggestions
For something to do
To break the doldrums
Break their hold
Diminish their habit.
Even if its just taking a walk
Or going out for lunch.
It gets one out of the house
And a change of scenery
Can make a bad mood dissolve.

If he needs an ego boost
I will see what I can do
Telling him how he's attractive
How women are lucky
To have and be with him.

As a friend I don't say I love him
Although I might end a with
A face with a kiss and heart.
He knows that as my sign
Of continuing affection.
Tabula Rasa A. Poem
Posted:Nov 6, 2021 12:27 am
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2021 9:08 am

If we were each
A tabula rasa
And were learning
The language of love
The rest of the world
Given a notice
Of do not disturb
As we were each
Teacher and student
Taking turns
In our lesson plans.

What to say and when
To make the best impression.
Our physical appearance
The topic of discussion
Compliments exchanged
Timing is measured
By serendipity.
Making each other
Feel happy naturally.

Soon we would grow
Our love language knowledge
Like a fledgling coming of age
When its wings became operational
Up up and away shall we go
Our spirits destined to soar
So heady shall be our
Love language discourse.

A tabula rasa
A notion to solve
Our many differences
Our hearts need the way cleared
Obstacles of previous thoughts
Would cause our heads to butt
Making a loving connection
Nearly impossible.

It's really all a fanciful notion
For clearing one's mind
Of all its learned
To hide the differences
That could be
Points of contention.
Especially if our core beliefs
Were on the opposite spectrum.
A shared love language
A gamble of a choice.
Odds not looking too good.
Our Time In Dreamland
Posted:Sep 19, 2021 9:49 am
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2021 8:23 pm

Dreams are where we meet
Reality is beyond my reach.
You do and say
What I desire
Your words and actions
Full of ardor.
Full of compliments
And praise
Touching me
In sensational ways.
Giving me just what I need
To get that all important release.
You are a maestro
In charge and leading
Our sensual symphony
From beginning to crescendo
Then our denouement
The aftermath
Filled with affection.
Ah perfection!
Our time in dreamland
Gloriously well spent!
Say Hi!
Posted:Sep 17, 2021 9:08 pm
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2021 4:16 pm

Hello again! It's me! Mellifluous.
How is everyone doing?
Sorry I have not been on the blogs in a while.

Well I have been occupied with the usual and friends. I have been dealing with some health issues that are too boring to mention. Getting older, which thanking my lucky stars I am continuing to do, can be far from a picnic.

Speaking of picnics...when is the last time anyone sat and ate on a blanket? Do beaches and lakes count? I think a picnic table would be more reasonable. It's all about getting up from sitting down. It's truthfully not as easy as it used to be. Lol

Poetry has not come as easily or freely as it once did. I think I need inspiration. The state of the world is so weighing. If I were to write that might be the topic. Love and sex seem like luxuries that are out of reach.

Feel free to say Hi! Tell me how you are and what's on your mind...
Hello Everyone!
Posted:Jan 7, 2021 10:35 am
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2021 8:19 pm

I apologize for my lengthy absence from blogging. Frankly was a combination of factors. But the main thing I guess is that I was lagging in spirit. Healthwise I am doing okay. I have been spared getting infected by Covid 19 although I have had nieces and nephews contracted . Luckily they were all young and healthy and had a few days of sickness. My heart breaks for those have lost loved ones this insidious virus. I wear a mask and socially distance as recommended by doctors. I will be vaccinated when becomes available my group in my state.

I am not going suffer fools do not believe in science. The U.S. could have done so much better if people did a simple thing and wore masks from the get go. One man's vanity led folks astray. If you don't know I am referring then you might be one of his sycophants.

are some of my thoughts. Not very sexy eh?

I hope 2021 is full of change for the better. I wish my fellow Senior Sizzle members health and happiness.
Adequate Phrases. A Poem
Posted:Nov 6, 2020 1:50 am
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2021 8:30 pm

You amaze daily.
Your smile is the start
Are there adequate phrases
describe the effect you have?
Perhaps or perhaps not.
I will try in any case
My attempt impart
What happens
How it spreads from my head
my heart.

It's a feeling
Yes it is warmth
That builds
What processes?
What chemicals?
Should that be exclamation points
As well as question marks?
For they are remarkable!

The jury is out
On when and if
I announce
Or call
This feeling love
For once that verdict
Is divulged
It could be picked apart.
I have hope
That once said
It will be appreciated
It's return in kind
The ultimate response.
The End Product A Poem
Posted:Oct 20, 2020 7:28 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2021 8:31 pm

What is in my heart?
What is in my head?
Words fail to come
To do their bidding.
I fail in my attempts
For description.

A former lover
Now just a friend.
He is moving on
I feel somewhat bereft.
But did I not know
This would be happening?
For it happened before
When he broke up
With me the first time
Then we got together again
The ubiquitous term
Friends with benefit
Summing up our relationship.

There is caring there
But not enough love
For him to want me
For more than
An occasional liaison.
does that hurt
To know I do not
Measure up to his ideal.
Who am I kidding?
If I were someone else
I would similarly see myself.

He did give me hints
About what I needed
What I was missing
In his list of must have traits
But sadly I could not change
And bring about their appearance.
I am stuck in my ways
And circumstances.
I can barely navigate point A
Without falling on my .
Never mind attempt
The trek to point B
And what that will bring.

He knows well the devil
Of bad habits
He beat one of the worst
So while he has sympathy
He also knows it can be done.
If someone is motivated.

So all my failings
I could not fix them in a year
I am stuck
Like a stick in the mud.
Or a sword in a rock
Looking for that shining knight
With the magic touch.
Would that I was Dorothy
In the Wizard of Oz
And come to the conclusion
With the help of others
That what I really needed
Was within me all along.
I just needed to believe it
And tap my heels.
And tell myself
There is more to me
Than what I previously thought.

If it were all a dream
And I wake up
With a second chance
Would I have the wherewithal?
Would I magically see solutions
To long enduring problems?

I think he saw the futility
And all the wishful thinking on my part
Might have been a down payment
But I was never going to be able
To the end product.
The Luxury of Monotony A Poem
Posted:Oct 12, 2020 7:31 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2020 6:41 pm

Time has passed.
We have gone on with our lives.
Doing this and that.
Actions and thoughts
Being taken and done
Some with care
Others with none.

Monotony day in and out
Things getting
Including myself.
Dare I hope for change?
But not too jarring a jump
Not to a harsh reality.
Just one that promises
A more stimulating result.

Blah blah blah.
Some would call those words
The height of selfishness
When others have experienced
So much pain.
They have not the luxury
Of things staying the same.

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