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A Lapse. A Poem
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Posted:Jun 18, 2018 1:58 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 10:56 am
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I awoke in the middle
Of the night
Hoping with all my might
That you had sent
Me a message.
Nope, my mailbox
Did not contain
Anything new
It's really too bad.
It's nearly unforgivable.
I am not sure
How other people
Would feel
But if someone cares about you
They should at least wish
That person a happy birthday.
Not treat them so cavalierly
Taking it for granted
That a person
Is magnanimous
And can forgive
And forget
Such a lapse.
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Not Worth It. A Poem
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Posted:Jun 18, 2018 1:50 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 10:58 am
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I am feeling it again
That hopeless feeling
The pendulum swung
Once again in that direction.
I let him get too close
I let him play
With my emotions.
Only to discover
He was ultimately
Not worth it
I don't know the number
He wears like
A runner in marathon.
All I know is that
I am not the victor.
I have lost once again
Now to pick up the pieces
And move on.
Which as you know
Is easier said than done.
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Kisses And Instinct. A Poem
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Posted:Jun 17, 2018 1:45 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 7:51 pm
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He said the words
I want to kiss you
I replied
What's stopping you?
Closer and closer
Came his lips
I felt his breath
Upon my cheeks
Then the velvet softness
As his lips to mine
Were pressed.
I had so wanted this
Did he read my mind?
Or just my body language?
Or was it simply instinct
As the male
Of the human species?
Kisses oh yes
They can lead
To more instinctual deeds
If both of us
Are on the same wavelength.
Of course that may not
Always be the case
Which for he and I
Was not up for debate.
While our lips linger
While our ardor increases
We will employ
More body parts
As instinct wins
The battle
And defeats resistance.
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Nonexistent To Quite Distant A Poem
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Posted:Jun 17, 2018 12:22 am
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2018 6:15 pm
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I wonder if he exists
The man who sees
Me at my best
And my worst
And in between
And finds the whole
Of me worthy of love.
I wonder if he
Is near
Or far away.
With my luck
We shall never meet.
From non existent
To quite distant
You see the connection?
It's pitiful
It's miniscule
But even still
My heart remains
A love seeking missile.
Even though
It might be futile.
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A Futile Exercise A Poem
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Posted:Jun 17, 2018 12:06 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 2:30 pm
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I know where I will always be
On the outside looking in.
I might never have access
Like other women
As I seem to be less
In some capacity.
I am not exaggerating.
I wish!
No, I have instance
After instance
Where this has happened.
It has made me shy
And very hesitant.
It hurts
I will not lie!
I am telling it like it is.
Man after man
Has brushed me aside
Like an offending piece of lint
Once I gave in
To what he wished.
They come back
Now and again
I am torn in what to say
Should I be casual
And have that romp in the hay?
Should I say no
And send them on their way?
Can you blame me
That I was celibate
For nearly a year?
As I tried to keep
From making the same mistake
Giving in to a man
Who only wants me for sex?
I understand that is
What this site
Is all about
But I want more
My life was put on hold
For way too long
You could say
I have catching up to do
Finding a decent man
Who sees me outside
As well as inside
May just be a futile exercise.
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Eyes Of A Novice. A Poem
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Posted:Jun 16, 2018 12:22 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 2:30 pm
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I know he is an adventurer
He liked climbing mountains
And doing wilderness tours
I have lived a sheltered life
My ventures into nature
Taking place in local parks
And an occasional lake
With trees in abundance.
But only into the water
Did I wade
Not take a hike in the
Woods that surrounded it.
So I needed
Some tutoring
In a sense
To get me
Over the hump
Of being a virgin
In the wilderness.
Even camping
I had never really done
As those lakes
I visited I stayed
In a cabin.
But just as he loved
Nature inland
He was also
A sailing afficiando
Having sailed often
Obtaining the rank
Of captain.
My ocean ventures
Were land based
I layed out on the beach
And sunbathed
Only going into the water
For a dip to cool off.
Although I did once
Do a tour of Boston Harbor
As a school chaperone.
So you see
My dilemma?
I have so little
Knowledge or experience
I am wondering if he
Can deal with my ignorance.
I am wondering if he
Will tire of tutoring
Or my slower pace
Once an adventure begins.
But this anxiety
Should not be a deterrent!
I tell myself this
If I remain focused
And maintain my enthusiasm
He might just enjoy
Seeing things
Through the eyes of a novice.
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Different Yet More A Poem
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Posted:Jun 15, 2018 9:42 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2018 12:27 pm
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I wrote this poem last year and it came up as a memory on another site. My birthday is this weekend. I have had few good s in my life. This will be just continuing that trend I am sad to say. The lovely thoughts in this poem do give me some solace. Hugs!
Different Yet More
I will be turning 50 years old
A friend suggested
The term that I should
Look at things
Different yet more.
I thought the phrase cute
And told him so.
And then I had to
Of course write a poem.
I once thought one way
But now with my age
I can change
My view can actually improve
On a whole host of things
I can see the them anew
With a reverence
Or one that is renewed.
Rainbows especially
I once adored them
That is for sure
Especially the one
I saw on a Friday the 13th
Back in 1985.
I remember the date
As it coincided
With my first plane ride.
Now when I see rainbows
I want to point them out
To and family
And friends.
What a sight to behold!
Perhaps they can
Come to think of them
As I do.
How they are magnificent
And special!
When I look at flowers
I can recall some
That I adore
As I associate them
With a person
Or an occasion.
For lilies I bear
A fondness
As I associate them
With arrangements
I made for my Mother
And Grandmother.
On a Mother's Day
When I worked
At a florist.
And when a single
Pinkish purplish Lily
Sprouted near my porch
I was elated
And shocked
As I had lived here
For nine years prior
And none had shown up.
And then voila!
It appeared
In the favorite colors
Of my mother.
It was different yet more!
I can dare say.
The memory
That age has given me
Has made me see
That things will grow
In importance
And reverence
Like a rainbow
And a flower
If given a chance.
And so while age
Can be disheartening
In what I can lose
Should I not celebrate
What I have gained?
Or just come to
Acknowledge
That things
Can be different
Yet more?
Is it the proverbial
Six and one half dozen
Of the other?
Are youth and wisdom
Ever on an equal footing?
Perhaps we should
Ask the fictional man
Benjamin Button
If only we could!
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Blind Spot A Poem
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Posted:Jun 15, 2018 9:21 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2024 2:30 pm
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To look into your eyes again
To have those same feelings
Of wonder and excitement
Should I wish for this
Or let the thought fade away?
It is safe to say
You never felt the same
Your attraction to me less
So much less
Than what I felt for you.
So I guess the answer lies
With the truth.
I can't go back in time
I can't make another first impression
I can't make you see me
With new eyes
I don't believe men
Can work that way.
Once they dismiss you
As less than desirable
It is like you are now
In their blind spot.
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Blissfulness End To End A Poem
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Posted:Jun 15, 2018 9:18 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2018 11:22 am
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How I want to have that night
Held close to a man's body
Nice and tight
With occasional kisses
His and mine
Willy nilly plied
Upon our naked bodies
So blissfully entwined.
He would whisper
Making me squirm
As my sensitive ears
Have their
Nerve endings stimulated.
Breathlessness
A consequence
Of my inhalation
Only to be replaced
With a woosh
Of exhalation.
My chest
Undergoes undulations.
My breasts
Craving attention
With my nipples
Growing rigid
And erect.
Our blissfulness will have to wait
As we have awakened our senses
Once again
Turning to the act of slaking
Our thirst and hunger
With our special brand
Of give and take.
Knowing that for this
Our very bodies were made.
Starting with bliss
That is where we end.
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Giving Me Pause A Poem
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Posted:Jun 14, 2018 11:24 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2018 11:30 am
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I waited for his message all day.
Why oh why did he delay?
He had me worried
For his safety
Or if he had lost
His interest in me.
Worry worry
My constant companion
I should let things be
Chill out and relax
I did my part
By reaching out
He is the
Who has not responded
I want his companionship
Not his silence.
I hope he has
Good reasons
For this absence.
Just when I think
A guy has potential
He gives me pause
When he fails
To respond
To messages
In twenty hours.
Especially when he
Had sent a message
Saying how much
He wanted to be with me
At the soonest opportunity.
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My Name The Noun. A Poem
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Posted:Jun 14, 2018 10:57 am
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2018 1:54 pm
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My name is a noun
But does it deribe me?
I am sure
Some somewhere
Could make that case
But to do it myself
Would be ever so vain!
Humility I wear you
Like a cape
I am not a Superhero
By any means.
Vanity to me
Is just a license plate.
Were I to have
It would be to make
Some laugh
Or think
Or a greeting like
Goodday
Or Howdy
Or Attnplz.
The noun of me
Might be a waste
As I have little talent
In the department
It falls in.
But a case could be made
If some were to think hard
But I defer to them
To show me what they get.
The activity of thought
In my regard
Means they care
To some extent
And isn't that all
Any could ever
Hope for or ask?
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Being Prolific. A Poem
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Posted:Jun 14, 2018 10:31 am
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2018 1:38 pm
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He said I was prolific
I am not sure to
Take it as a slight
Or a compliment.
Perhaps some of
What I write
Is better off
Not shared
Or more worthy
Of a garbage can.
It's true I let it
All out there
Like my dirty laundry
To be aired.
Sometimes a piece
Might need a
Second washing
To make it seem clearer
Aha! It might then
Seem brand new!
I like the idea
Of rejuvenation.
Being prolific
Should not be a dig
Or a diss
It should not be equated
To being promiuous.
Unless indeed
My writing got around
Dare I say
Having such a reputation
Would be glorious?
Hopefully the positive reviews
Were more prevalent
Than the opposite.
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The Stirring. A Poem
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Posted:Jun 14, 2018 10:05 am
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2018 12:07 am
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You write of love
How what we have
Could grow into it.
Do you know
What effect
Those words have
What feelings
Within me
Those words elicit?
It's like a group
Of captured butterflies
Suddenly became free.
Such fluttering
Of many wings
Are created
With their stirring.
It's pleasant!
Its uplifting!
It's glorious!
It's magnificent!
Adjectives fight
For relevance.
They all want
To take part in it.
While all this
Is happening
I feel a wetness
Creeping from
Under my eyelids.
Should I wipe
Away the evidence
Of how I am affected?
You are not here
To witness
The absorption
Of your words
Oh how they stir!
Oh how they stir!
If you had any idea
If indeed you wrote the truth
Those written words
Have hit their target
Making me wish
Hope and pray
That reality does not
Betray them.
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