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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Peral Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2019 11:44 am
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"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.

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2019 8:12 pm
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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.
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A Disagreement And Unsettled Thoughts A Poem
Posted:Jun 24, 2019 12:47 am
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2019 5:17 am
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I never meant for
The sun to set
On our disagreement.
I wanted it resolved
So we could both
Sleep easy.
You know that thought
Peace of mind
It helps sleep come
And be less interrupted.

Alas, the unsettled thoughts
They will be my companions
For the duration.
The parasitic buggers.
Leeches on my mood
Feasting on the good
Leaving a less than healthy one.
As I am not a bearer
Of too much iron in my blood.

Tomorrow should I be the first
To initiate communication?
Be the first to bite the bullet
That is lead
And could sink me
Or it could be thrown away
It's activity found unnecessary.

The key to this quandary.
Is settling grievances.
Is it simply seeing their viewpoint
See where they are coming from
And seeing if I can agree
Or believe that is the right one?
Or should I just be admit
That even though I think
I am of the right opinion
A friendship is not worth ruining
Over something that means little
And is of little consequence?
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The Day That It Was A Poem
Posted:Jun 23, 2019 11:53 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2019 5:12 am
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It is like I cheated the day
Of creativity
I did not put words
To sentences
And make a poem complete.

I did other things instead
I had a rendezvous
I did mindless TV viewing.
I chatted on line with friends.
One I dearly missed.
It was good to catch up.
I wanted to reach through
The computer and give
Her a great big hug.
She is persevering
And making the best of it.
Her life far from easy
But she made smile
That she has not lost
Her creative spirit.

My other
Was with a man
Who has become a dear friend
In a short time span.
It is amazing to me
How that can happen.
But if you are open
Surely that is like
Saying Abracadabra.
He and I discussed
Many topics
Poems from my
And a funny follow up.
A few sad stories
That were tangential.
They made see
That he cared about people.

Ah back to the rendezvous!
It was indeed one more
To add to that ever so good pile.
The one that makes hours
And days later
Makes smile.
His texts later in the day
Made want him again
Silly him and his picture
Of chocolate flavored
Frozen Yogurt.
It got thinking
How I would lick it
Off of him.

It does not take much
For him to rev up.
He has this cuteness
And his furriness
That make desiring him
Basically a given.

Tomorrow I may have
Just a boring day.
That will be okay.
I will have today's rendezvous
And the promise of
More to come.
As well as chats
With family and friends.
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I Wish I Could Be The Woman You Want A Poem
Posted:Jun 23, 2019 11:37 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2019 5:15 am
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I wish I could
Be the woman you want
The one you dream about
Morning and night.
Day in and day out.

But I am giving up
For that mold
I could not conform
I oozed out of the sides
Or bubbled over
Making a mess
Causing myself
And you embarrassment.

For you would rather
Not discuss my shortcomings
Just chalk them up
Add them to the list
In your head
Keeping score
And when I surpass
Some arbitrary
You will go
Never to return.

Why do I care?
You are obviously not
The man I need!
You obviously lack
The ability to understand
That I have moments
Where I am weak
And need comfort
Not judgment.

You might throw at me
That argument that I would
Not want you to show
A similar weakness.
Sorry buddy but that line
Of thinking was not important
When it was said with
Woody Allen self deprecation
Although I am not attracted to him
I do appreciate a sense of humor

I wish I were more put together.
Like a finished jigsaw puzzle
Of the Mona Lisa.
Instead I am just the pieces
and you might see the one
That smiles
That piece might be the one
To start the process
Of making whole.
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Your Lack Of A Kindred Spirit A Poem
Posted:Jun 23, 2019 11:32 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2019 5:19 am
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It is like you punched
in the gut.
It was not actual
My mind made
The leap to pain.
Along with
The accompanying wince.
I tried hard
Not to have tears
Stream down my .
I had to stop them
Which I barely did.
But I was all alone
So I am not sure
I truly had
To make the effort.
Or be so brave.

I know my failings.
I practically broadcast them
Then you tell
I should have saved my breath.
I should not have such regrets.
I should do what
Makes happy
Others' views of
Be damned!

I cannot do that.
It is not how I am wired
I am half a century
And I have cared too much.
For too long.
Can I now change my tune?
Change my g?

You see from my initial reaction
That I am so effing sensitive.
It is not that I am self centered
Well maybe I am.
But it has not done
much good
In fact it is just the opposite.

You wanted to be more
Than what I am
But not to judge
But to have my dreams
And goals meet
Their targets
If that were to make
Me happy.

So my reaction
Was the thought that
I could have my dreams
Realized with someone's help
Someone who cared enough
To take a leap of faith
That I am worth the price
The change for both
Of our benefit.

Indeed such a thought
Was almost painful
In that it was something
That was held in so long
That I was all alone
In my journey
Without a kindred spirit
Without a partnering soul.
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I Like So Many Things About Him A Poem
Posted:Jun 23, 2019 11:28 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2019 12:14 am
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I like so many things
About this particular man.
I might even say
I love him
Something I would have
Jumped to in the past.
But I have become
More reserved with age
Can you imagine that?

He makes me smile
With things he says
And things he does.
He is thoughtful at times
When he brings me
Gifts and presents
Sometimes kinky ones.
Sometimes food,
Mostly desserts.
Just thinking of them
Makes my mouth water
Cheesecake, chocolate cream pie,
Carrot cake with frosting
Mentioning them almost
Has the ability to make
My rise
As well as add calories
Heaven forbid I gain
Any weight.
He has not mentioned the weight thing
Perhaps that does not bother him
He just likes me sweet I guess.
I wish others were so easily pleased.

I like so many things
I am sure he will reveal more
Likable traits and deeds
It is just something I foresee.
Not that I have a crystal ball
It is my wishful thinking.
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Accompanying A Poem
Posted:Jun 23, 2019 11:23 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2019 5:13 am
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It's been a while
Since I peaked in
On your busy life.
Saw a slice
Of what makes
Your days go by.

You have barely
Been sharing bits
And pieces
Do you think
NO one cares
Or wants to hear it?

I don't want to give away
How very interested I am.
It might show just
How desperate I can be
For the man you are.
Handsome and debonair
With women falling
For you left and right.
At your feet.

I must seem pathetic
How I can live vicariously.
But taking steps to change
Is not that easy
From my place I inhabit
Which to me is safe.

So you and your going ons
They give my mind
Something to ponder
Something to envision
That if ever there is
Another life offered to me
I might share
In such activities.

I am almost resigned
To my fate of obscurity
Of little mobility
But if a switch were made
Whereby it was not too jarring
I could take that step
If you would be accompanying.
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Wonderful Conversations A Poem
Posted:Jun 22, 2019 11:58 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2019 9:28 pm
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I think of him
And I have mixed thoughts.
I am so in awe
Of his consideration.
I love our conversations
About any and everything.

Neither of us
Are perfect human beings.
We are all too aware
Of this fact.
But when we chat
We figure things out
Or get affirmation
On things that
We have done
Or making an attempt.

I guess my only concern
Is that he is attached
He may never leave
His partner of decades.
Our chats are something
That make him feel
Human again
As his partner has
Been non affectionate.

Our loneliness is diminished.
Through these wonderful conversations.
I hope he knows
How very thankful I am
And wish him the best
Of everything.
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The Effect Of His Text On Me A Poem
Posted:Jun 22, 2019 11:42 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2019 5:12 am
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He texted me
"What am I up this weekend?"
I didn't want to admit
All that was going on
In my mind regarding him.
So I said I was out with my dogs.
It was true at that moment.

My heart skipped a beat
When I saw his message
Few have that effect
As you can imagine
But his do
It goes along with
Many other feelings.

Excitement on seeing his text
Disappointment when they
Are not sent
Or returned
In a timely manner.
Oh yes that had been
The case before today.
He had not sent one
Since the middle of the week.

I was beginning think
He had lost interest.
That made for some
Sad inner conversations.
And a few occasions
Of asking for advice
From friends.

So today I could
Shelve that negativity.
He was still keen on me.
He wanted to get together
Tomorrow sometime.
He would text in the morning
With more concrete plans
Once he did a few things
Around his house.
Which was fine with me
As I had my own to complete.
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A Caring Man's Birthday A Poem
Posted:Jun 22, 2019 11:26 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2019 12:54 pm
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He is a man
Who does for others.
He cares
With a heart that
Seems enormous.

He has had to fight
So many demons
Real and the ones
He created himself.
But he beats them.
Back for a day
Some many more
Months, years
And decades.
Knowing they could return
He battles on.

I admire him.
Can you tell?
I admire his heart
And his mind
That is so creative
He thinks so far
Out of the box.
Making connections
With words
That few have made before.

It is his birthday
Another year older.
If wisdom is bestowed
With the midnight hour.
I bet he savors it
And puts it in his bank
To write about later.

To a man that gives
So much of himself.
Offering a hug
And this poem
Seems like
A small gift.
But I am hoping
He might be thankful
And maybe even
Tickled pink.
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Promises To Myself A Poem
Posted:Jun 22, 2019 11:15 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2019 7:23 pm
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Miles go before I sleep.
The famous line from
The poet Robert Frost.
In his poem
Stopping by Woods On A Snowy Evening
The sentiment held for me.
As I to had promises to keep.

I made a promise to do
A certain task or chore
These matter
Only to me mind you.
But I am the one
Who will beat me up
If I fail do what
I promised myself.

They are inconsequential
A new year's resolution
That I have kept so far.
How do you like that?
I have not given up
But I have had instances
Where it was not
Really necessary
But a promise I made
That I can keep
Versus so many in my life
That I failed deliver.

To be fair
They are goals
Goals are promises to oneself.
I used to break those
Like they were going
Out of style!
I had my reas
Of the moment.
But mostly lack of energy
And will power.

But tonight I will keep
Those promises to myself.
I won't sleep I do
Luckily I have nothing
Planned for the morning.
It certainly helps
When you have
A flexible schedule!
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Omelettes A Poem
Posted:Jun 21, 2019 11:21 pm
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2019 8:41 am
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He told me he made
Excellent omelettes.
It brought back memories
Of an ex-fiance
Back in the nineties.

Yes, he could make
Omelettes with green peppers
And mushrooms
Add in onions
And sometimes sausage
And other times tomatoes.
Even spinach at times
When I had a hankering.

I admired his skill
In making them flip
Whenever I tried to do it
They turned out a mess.
I think there is a trick
But he chose to keep
That a secret.
I think he liked
Being our breakfast chef.

So this new guy
Mentioning omelettes
Made me think again
How the heck does
He get them halved?
I guess if I really wanted
To know I could use
Google and Youtube.
But for me
Eating omelettes
Is such a rare thing
It might just be
Something a man can do
To make himself special
And me to him too.
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