A Day I Walked A Poem
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Posted:Sep 14, 2018 3:49 pm
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2018 8:00 pm
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I wish I had a picture
Of what I looked like
That long ago day
But instead I will
Have to go from memory.
I wore pastel colors
How softly glowing
It made me
My tan adding
To my vibrancy.
My hair a little big
In the front
As was the eighties style
I am sure it made
My face look
Bigger as well.
My eyes greenish blue
Dare I say they popped
With my tan
And the pastel blue hues
Of my sweater blouse
From Bennetton?
I was walking from
My apartment on 41st
And Walnut
To Center City Philadelphia.
Over the Schuylkill River.
It was a sunny
Late Spring day.
I had such pleasant thoughts.
Some of the man
I would be meeting
As well as some
Of another
With whom I had
Become infatuated.
I was to meet my friend
Whom I affectionately
Called Larry the lawyer.
I truly wish I had
More of an attraction to him.
Instead I was stand offish.
I couldn't help it.
I was true to my feelings
True to myself.
This was something
Larry appreciated.
Although it was
At times frustrating
As he wanted more
Than just kisses
And making out.
You see I was a virgin then
Saving myself for love.
Larry met me at some
Open air market
I don't remember the name
It was pretty famous
It probably still exists
I might have to Google it.
What we had for lunch
Escapes my mind too
But in those days I was
Eating healthy
Mostly chicken,fish
And salad
So it was probably
Some such combination.
Lunch always seemed
To taste better
When someone else was paying
As was the case today
With Larry the lawyer
He might have even
Wrote it off as an expense.
I think his Law Firm
Had some kind
Of lunch allowance.
Although Larry showed me
Wonderful attention
I was not the only woman
He was seeing.
He had become acquainted
With a foreign lady
Who was a nanny
Or Au pair as was
The name more fashionable.
She possessed something
That I did not
A willingness to have sex.
Larry was too much
Of a gentleman
To come right out
And say it.
But it was implied.
So where did that leave us?
Still good friends?
Yes, that was our destination.
I could only wish
Him and Florence the best.
Our communication
Became less and less
He helped me with
A tenant landlord matter
The following Autumn.
I wanted to live
On campus for a change.
Off campus charm
Had wanted.
I learned a year or so later
That Larry had married
His foreign Florence.
Something about keeping
Her in the country.
I lost touch with Larry
In the ensuing years
I do wish him the best
As much as I can.
I am not sure
Marriage to Florence lasted
But it always made me smile
Thinking of the rhyming
Of their two names
Lawrence and Florence.
It sounds like something
Out of a historical novel
Of romance.
I remember me
That day of pastels
How I thought I looked
The best I ever had.
How men stared
How people smiled
Both men and women
As I smiled at them.
I wish I had a picture
But memory will
Have to suffice
How I was so self assured
That I could walk
The daylit streets
From West to East
And back
And now that I think back
How innocent
How naive
But I was me
With a sense of self
That was not low
On esteem.
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The Doldrums. A Poem
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Posted:Sep 13, 2018 1:37 pm
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2019 10:37 pm
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It's almost inconceivable
To live a life
Without dreams and goals
But I may be
Nearer to that
Than ever before.
Doldrums you could say
Have come for
An extended stay.
I wonder if there
Will come a day
When they get the hint
That they overstayed
Their welcome.
Not that they
Were welcomed to begin with
Just expected
As a necessary course of inaction.
They do have a place
It is held by the lack
Of winds of change.
I should take comfort
That it is this way
For the time being
And they are not replaced
With something devastating
Like a hurricane.
Is this the calm
Before the storm?
Heaven forbid!
The doldrums came
Because life was not
Going as planned.
There was no
Smooth sailing.
Should I always fear
Which way the wind blows?
It seems I am ill prepared
For anything more
Than the present doldrums.
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Worst Fears To Happy Tears. A Poem
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Posted:Sep 11, 2018 9:32 am
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2018 2:10 pm
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Could it be possible?
Could it be real?
Could you actually care?
Could you actually feel?
The same for me
As I feel for you?
It's a question
That goes through my mind.
At times it is all I think.
I want the answer
In the worst way.
But I am too shy
Or perhaps wise
From experience.
Knowing asking
Can prove my worst fears.
That my feelings
You don't share.
What I would like
Is if you take my hand
If you look into my eyes
Tell me that I long to hear
My fondest wish
My most ardent desire
That you care!
That you feel the same way!
That you reciprocate
My feelings!
What a moment
That would be!
One in which
My heart might skip a beat.
One in which
My breath could catch
No sound could I emit
But my eyes would
Speak for me
With happy tears.
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Cold Feet. A Poem
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Posted:Sep 11, 2018 8:28 am
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2018 2:36 am
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It could have been
A great afternoon
And evening.
The things we discussed,
The scenarios had they
Come to fruition.
Instead I not sure
I will even get
A raincheck.
Are you really
That shy?
Really that hesitant?
That question has been
Asked of me
On many an occasion.
But you are a man.
They usually have fewer
Problems with cold feet.
I know taking a chance
Can be a scary proposition.
I have been there
Too many times to mention.
But what you envisioned
How much you said
You wanted
Me and my body
How we could have
So much fun.
Remember some
Of the subjects
We could discuss
Sports, politics and music.
We could forgo
Talking about our exes
Make a pact in advance
For that to be off limits
We could seize the effing day!
Yes Carpe Diem!
But sadly
That will not be the case.
As you have developed
Cold feet and are hesitant.
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Your Sleeping Countenance. A Poem
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Posted:Sep 11, 2018 7:09 am
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2018 5:27 pm
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Waking up next to you
Hearing you inhale
And exhale
Seeing your face stress-free.
Feeling your soft skin
I ever in my morning glory?
I !
Is what I can say!
I watch you sleep.
Your peace filled countenance
A sight for my loving eyes.
How I long to wake you
With a kiss.
But I dare not
You work ever so hard
And need your rest.
I know when you stir
On your own,
My lips will be
More than ready
My hands will seek employment
As I try to make your morning
As glorious as mine is.
Your enjoyment,
Your release of endorphins.
Just the beginning
For come the night
We could be at it again!
The day will come full circle
As I watch you sleeping
My adoration evident
As I view
Your sleeping countenance.
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Just For Friendship. A Poem
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Posted:Sep 9, 2018 1:00 pm
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2019 5:54 pm
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Oh the fun
We could have
But you are too
Set in your ways.
You are too caught up
In societal norms
To break free.
I understand
It's how you were raised.
It's cost you
In happiness.
But who am I to say
I don't have a crystal ball
I am not clairvoyant.
I just know you stayed
With heartless women
Who came from money
Or had degrees.
You tried to make
Things work
With things you had
In common.
But a sense of humor
Was not among them.
Okay I give up
I will accept
You are unavailable
For anything more
Than friendship.
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Pulling The Stops. A Poem
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Posted:Sep 8, 2018 5:43 am
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2018 5:13 pm
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There are stops
To be pulled
And then
Away we will go!
Pulling them all
Is a rush
To be sure!
But you know me
I am not one
For being carefree.
No, not hardly.
I need some security.
Can we compromise
On some measure
Of safety?
Being vague
Comes easy
You want specifics?
Get to know me.
I will be the one
Wearing sunscreen
And sunglasses
Just some facets
That life has chosen
To acknowledge
Can offer some protection.
Before you scoff at it
Think before you speak
The world gives
The world takes
Taking it easy
Can mean different things.
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Questioning My Journey. A Poem
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Posted:Sep 7, 2018 3:04 pm
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2018 1:11 pm
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If you don't let me grow
If you don't let me learn
How am I supposed to know
That what you offer
Is in my best interest?
I need the mistakes
I've made heretofore
To get me to this place.
Are you not happy
I can see you and wave?
Would you rather
My view be still obstructed?
Can you simply
Cut me some slack
Give me a break
The old adage
Nobody is perfect
Comes into play .
Take me as I am
I had my journey
You had your own
Can you let bygones
Be bygones?
Can you let old songs
Be occasionally sung
But new ones added
To our repertoires?
You know that saying
Grow up?
I fear I will always be
Playing catch up
As I am a late bloomer.
Can you wait for me?
Those are the questions
Whose answers I seek.
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Remembering Your Mood Lifting. A Poem
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Posted:Sep 7, 2018 6:59 am
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2018 7:19 pm
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Don't think I have forgotten you.
You were so very instrumental
In helping me through
Times of sadness and struggle.
I will be forever grateful.
Just thinking of those
Nearly inconsolable times
And the magic you worked.
Makes me think you should
Have your own show
On the Las Vegas strip.
But it was just your words
And not a parlour trick.
You lifted my spirits
You took my mind off
The pain of reliving
My mother's death
As the one year anniversary neared.
You made me laugh
So very hard
That it brought tears
With your poem
Of Donald Trump
And Hillary Clinton.
It made the election
Less painful
As you made it
A humorous affair.
Goodness knows
You had little stake in it
As you are Australian.
So no. I will never forget you.
I remind you every so often
Of the role you played
In those trying days.
Perhaps you can
See your way
To using my gratitude
To your benefit.
And give your mood a lift.
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Burt Reynolds Wink Of Approval Of You And Me A Poem
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Posted:Sep 6, 2018 9:24 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2018 6:45 pm
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Another day
I thought of you.
With affection
Call me smitten.
I know that is
The word
You would choose
To describe
My burgeoning feelings.
You made me smile
You made me laugh
All with your texts
Movie quotes
From Smokey And The Bandit.
Your favorite line
Uttered by Jackie Gleason's character
In reference to his 's stupidity
Wanting to punch the 's mother
As he questioned his paternity.
Later on you told me
You were working
On a computer program
Your wanted to do
Something that was impossible
You used an analogy
Of wanting a car
And at the same time a boat
You called it a caot.
You do have
A creative mind.
That you think
Is mostly amusing
To yourself
But my sense of humor
Can match yours
At least it tries.
So many of our conversations
Include haha and LOL.
I have this warm fuzzy feeling
More often than not
When we have such
Light hearted chats
Even though today's
Included Burt Reynolds' death.
May he rest in peace.
For some reason
I don't think Burt would mind
As he was magnanimous
And a lover in his prime.
In fact he would smile
With his perfect mustache
And give his approval
With a wink.
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Kisses Satisfactorily Given. A Poem
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Posted:Sep 6, 2018 8:41 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2018 6:35 am
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You and me
Against the car door.
You and me
Against the kitchen door.
You pressing into me
Not unpleasantly
Our lips seeking
Each other's
As if magnetically.
Mmmmmmm
I utter when
My mouth is free.
You can't help
But accompany
A seeming echo
But far from hollow.
No. It was from deep within
An instinctive exhalation.
A murmuring.
An emission
An admission
That something
Was satisfactorily given.
Yes, these kisses
Were they to speak
What language
Would they use?
thinking French
Or another
Language of romance.
Lips and tongues
Fastened
And dualing
A breathing treatment
That while not
A doctor's recommendation
Has many many
Therapeutic benefits!
This is an instance
And description
Of kisses
Satisfactorily given.
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Garnered. A Poem
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Posted:Sep 5, 2018 9:08 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2018 11:27 am
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It was the familiar fluttering
When I heard his voice.
I think it had been a week
When I did not
Hear it at all
Due to my spotty cell service
While on vacation.
He had his
With him for the ride.
They were shopping
For a particular toy.
Oh how I also adore
His little boy voice.
It pulls at my heart strings.
Different ones of course
Than his father's.
I was almost tongue tied
I was swelling up
With emotion inside.
How can I have such
A reaction to a man
I never met?
But we shared so much
Of ourselves in conversation
The absence of his voice
For a week
How was I to know
When I heard it again
My heart would leap
And I was near to weeping?
Yes, I am still smitten.
That had not lessened.
Even though I don't know
What tomorrow may bring
If he will stop communicating
I might always feel this way
Toward him.
His situation is complicated
Beyond belief
I applaud his loyalty
His heart is in the right place
But it is not free
To give me whole
Although I may
Have garnered a piece.
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Unexpected Expectations. A Poem
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Posted:Sep 5, 2018 8:47 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2018 6:52 pm
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I turned someone on today.
Our sexting was magnificent!
He did most of the depiction
I just moaned in participation.
I was not expecting this
We had not chatted
For a few weeks.
But for some reason
He asked if we could meet
In the near future
And thus began
Our sexting adventure.
He has to come to me
Drive to my location
Then we are either
Going to get lunch
Or a drink
Or skip them
If our moods
Are too frisky
And our need
For sex is too urgent.
He gave me scenario
After scenario
Of how it could go
Where my hands might stray
Where our kisses
Would certainly be French!
How he wants my shirt
To be short
So he can see
And have access
To my cleavage.
When we get to his house
He will have wine
Grapes and massage oil.
We thought at first coconut
But he convinced me
That strawberry could be
Just as pleasant and fragrant.
Throughout the day
He would send texts
Telling me how
He was anticipating
Our rendezvous so much.
He told me
He had shot off
A few loads
Envisioning what
We could be doing.
It certainly made me
Feel good
To know
Thoughts of me
Had such an effect.
I was aroused
Thinking of his pleasure
And what he wanted to
Give to me
Oh! The oral sex!
That is a surefire way
To get me wet!
By the end of the day
He said he had
Cum five times.
I could only respond
With oh baby!
That would be like heaven
To have sex that much!
It's really great to know
That my body
Can turn a guy on
That my willingness
And openness
Could be rewarded
Now for it to live
Up to our expectations.
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