If You Would Like To Leave Me A Peral Message
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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2019 9:41 am 182838 Views
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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.
Have a great day!
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Explaining My Poetry Style
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Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2019 2:00 am 65405 Views
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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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Looking At My Former Life A Poem
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Posted:Jul 15, 2019 11:28 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2019 11:29 pm 75 Views
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Do you ever wonder
What it would be like
If you had taken
A different path
A different route?
Of course you have
It is human nature
think of what
Could have been.
But I am tortured
By them
Will it lead to madness?
I have a fear of this.
Is this a form
Of anxiety?
Is there a term
For wanting to go
Back in time
And do a different thing?
Thes can they rescue me?
Will someone get through
With a life jacket or preserver
To keep me from drowning
In my thoughts
Of what could have been?
I do not want to resort
To medication.
That is such a crutch!
At least my suffering
Is my own and genuine.
But by the token
At this point I am playing a part
Of an outsider
To my former life.
Like that scene
With Ebenezer Scrooge
In a Christmas Carol.
The les in that story
Is what I should take away
You can't change the past.
It is yesterday by definition
Today and tomorrow
Are what we are given
If we remain among the living.
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Smiley Faces And Shooting Stars A Poem
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Posted:Jul 15, 2019 10:39 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2019 11:50 pm 124 Views
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Smiley faces,
Do they ever go places?
Do they ever
Get see in per
The per they are meant for
Or do they just get lost
In the interwebs?
Just imagine all those faces
What would be their ?
Millions or billions?
What are we creating?
An emoticon population
That serves their purpose once
They are not complaining
Their use was their birth.
They might realize this
And cease exist.
Yes of course that is
What happens.
Emoticons are inanimate
And their intent
Is what spurred
Their creation
And like a shooting star
They burn
But they were seen
And that is what matters.
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No Real Life Liai A Poem
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Posted:Jul 15, 2019 10:12 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2019 2:00 am 159 Views
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We slept on a slight misunderstanding
I was a little hurt from a conversation.
The truth is hard accept sometimes
Especially when the fantasy is
So gosh darn appealing.
He burst my bubble a bit
Saying we most likely
Will never be more than friends.
You see he was being led
By his better angels.
The devil spurred him on too.
But he had the will power
To say no to those actions.
He had so much to offer
But his heart was not going
To break another's.
He knew how that felt
And he did not want
To cause undue pain
To someone else.
I applaud his integrity
How could I not?
It was one of the reas
I liked him so much.
His chivalry
His willingness to help
When I am a damsel in distress
When I was a mess
From a lover's rejection.
Love would be so easy with him.
We have shared some scenarios
So much affection and tenderness
So much pleasing one another.
So much emotion that
Would be bonding.
He knows this could happen
With any open hearted woman
I am no exception.
So he forgoes that deepening
That act of connecting.
He remains true to his values.
He may be lonely and alone.
But he knows the hurt
That could come
That proverbial opening
Of a can of worms
If he took that step
Toward a real life liai.
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Writing Poetry About The Man Of My Dreams A Poem
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Posted:Jul 15, 2019 9:16 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2019 2:01 am 166 Views
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Do you want be
The man of my dreams?
The I write
Poems about constantly?
Do you want be
Immortalized in my poetry?
You will be the first you know.
All the others that came before
They failed appreciate
The poems I wrote for
And about them.
cares about a silly
Woman's ravings and rantings
About love and sex.
They did not possess
Romantic notions
Or romantic bones.
It is okay
I can do it myself
It is my hobby
My passion
That you may not
Care share
I suppose we have
Other things
In common.
They will have suffice.
But know that if
Your mind opens up
My poetry will be there.
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Peace To Your Mind A Poem
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Posted:Jul 14, 2019 9:57 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2019 8:26 pm 632 Views
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Peace To Your Mind Written in 20
We all have troubles
We all have stress
We all have someone
We love
Who we miss.
If only that per
Were here
Beside us.
Offering the comfort
Offering words of wisdom.
Or just listening
As we vent.
Giving us a hug
Or a soft gentle touch.
I hope your thoughts
Get some relief
When you sleep.
You get the rest
You so desperately need.
Recuperative
Restorative
For the ahead.
Your bed is the place
That offers
That oh so necessary
Soft landing.
And peace.
To your mind is given.
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No Good Replacements A Poem
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Posted:Jul 14, 2019 9:47 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2019 7:28 pm 634 Views
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Okay so no good replacements
Have come my way.
It is going on weeks
Since I was told
He had an interest
In somebody
Other than me.
I had a good option but
He is not in the best of health.
He was very complimentary
I will always remember him
Calling me awesome
And wonderful.
But now due to his health issues
We won't be able to see
Each other for a few months.
There have been other dates
That will go nowhere
Just not possible
For a variety of reas.
There have been some propositions
That were mighty tempting.
But what might be giving in
To momentary pleasure
They are not what
I want ultimately.
So that is my non progress
In a nutshell.
Summer will fly by
With nothing to show for it.
Just the passing of time.
Which with my vulnerable state
Might be the most
Optimal thing.
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He Came Back A Poem
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Posted:Jul 14, 2019 9:27 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2019 9:28 pm 625 Views
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He Came Back Written in 20
Without fanfare,
Without a warning,
He took his .
No goodbye
ruin the moment.
When she realized
He was gone.
She silently said farewell.
Hoping he came back
Once more.
And he did
He forget something.
He found her
He said this
"I left earlier
Without."
And then he placed a kiss
Upon her lips.
His hands upon her .
How delicate.
Emotion
Swelled in both their eyes
His and her hands trembling
A moment
Almost lost
But made more memorable
For it's surprise.
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Could Have Been A Memorable Day A Poem
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Posted:Jul 14, 2019 3:50 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2019 9:52 pm 813 Views
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It could have been a day
remember
For it's sensuality
And lovemaking
Had a certain fellow
Had his way.
But I nixed those plans
In the bud.
This man was a stranger me.
I needed know him better.
Oh the chats we had.
I wrote poetry in texts.
Nothing grand
But the simplicity had merit
In it's descriptiveness.
Alas, I am still nursing
My broken heart
How can I jump into bed
With another so soon?
I know it can be done
And in the past I might have
But I am learning a les.
What I want
Is not a one night stand
Or a few
Which is a fling.
I want something with longevity
Time being spent
Not just in bedroom activities.
This new man did not have
That ability.
He was all about
Making me have
A sensually memorable day
I cannot fault him entirely.
We are adults can
Do this kind of
When we are free of thoughts
Of future expectations.
That is not my present mentality
I want a man respects
Me enough understand
What would make me most happy.
And not shortchange me
Yes, I want the whole package!
Love and a companion
With the most freaking amazing
Sex life you can imagine!
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Bad News Via Google Again A Poem
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Posted:Jul 13, 2019 10:54 am
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2019 3:02 pm 1198 Views
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God damn internet
Google can be
The devil incarnate
When bad news is met
When you search
For long lost friends.
It happened today
A man I knew from college
Someone so wonderful
I have thought of
With fondness for decades.
I learned the sad news
That he passed away
From lung cancer in 2016
At the age of 52.
The memories will remain
Of his being a big brother to me
At a U. Penn fraternity.
How he was a sexy senior
And I a little naive Freshman.
I had a crush on him
But I was way out of his league.
He could have any lady
With his movie star looks.
Seriously he looked like Nick Nolte
In Nolte's good years.
His name was kind of funny
I mean if you heard it
You would think him
The biggest nerd.
But he was far from that.
The geeks wished they had
Half his charm.
I have often told the story
Of wearing a skirt and heels
At one of our formal frat parties
How Landon offered to give me
A ride on his motorcycle
From the fraternity house
To my dorm many blocks away.
Yes, that was my first time
On a motorcycle.
My next time was when I was
In my forties
And wouldn't you know
I was wearing a skirt again.
I will have to learn my les
About proper attire.
There always seems to be
That per you think of
As the coolest per
But that was half the story
When their kindness was
Just as well developed
As their exterior looks.
He was gorgeous inside
And out.
I always wanted to think of him
As living the high life
With a perfect family
With s and a wife.
According to his obituary
That may have been the case.
They have my sincere condolences
If he was the man I thought him to be.
May he now rest in peace.
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Repairs Necessary A Poem
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Posted:Jul 13, 2019 9:03 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2019 9:54 am 1143 Views
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I told him I was going to be okay.
After he told me he was going away.
He had found someone else
Someone more suitable.
Who held more appeal.
I know in my heart of hearts
That he was not the man for me.
He had regrets that haunted him
He had an ex that he would
Jump at the chance to be with
If she gave him that option.
But he had given me just enough
For me to see a future.
Ah yes that little sliver
That my mind worked with.
I am not a gold digger
But I could see myself
Living with him
In the house he planned
On renovating.
He showed me the pictures.
The beautiful lush green lawn
That my dogs could run around on.
The master bedroom
With a master bath
With a jacuzzi tub
And separate shower
Just like in the mansions
I have only seen on television.
I kept thinking I would need
A place to write
He was making himself
An office.
I could just as easily look
Out a big window
With my desk in front of it.
It has been years since
I had this much of a picture
To build on.
I live a pretty minimal existence.
Perhaps that is one of my charms
I am happy with peanuts.
And so that is what I get.
And for even that little
I show much gratitude.
My manners are nearly impeccable.
So the dreams flourished.
How he would come home from work
How I would greet him.
How we would have dinner
And then one thing would
Lead to another.
How we would fall asleep
Me with my pussy
Full of his semen.
Then waking up!
Ah the morning sex!
We both have a thing for that!
But then he met someone else.
Someone who met his criteria
On some finer level.
But he wanted to remain friends.
He did not hate me.
He probably felt pity.
They often do.
It makes me wonder
If there ever will be
Someone who can share
Their goals and dreams
And not take them away.
To share with somebody new.
So what do I miss?
The physical stuff yes.
The dreams I had of us
That will never come to be.
Those combined will take
Some time to leave
And be replaced.
But if he can find someone
Shouldn't I think I can too?
I shouldn't think myself
Totally worthless and unlovable.
But somehow I do.
The job men do on my self esteem
It is never fully repaired
From one to the next.
How could it ever be?
It is such a tall task.
I could keep thes
Employed for years.
Until they retire
Of old age.
And some have.
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Just Another Why Bother. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 13, 2019 2:40 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2019 8:22 pm 1493 Views
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Just another
Losing proposition
Just another fling
Or one night stand.
Can I really afford
The damage it does
To my self esteem
And heart?
That is the question
I have to ask myself.
Why bother going along
If I know the result in advance?
Why bother proving
Myself wrong?
When the chances are
Slim to none?
I may not have a crystal ball
But I sure have enough
Past experiences
To know the signs
And particulars.
I know enough that
The man would have
To be open minded
In a certain regard.
I will try to get that information
Before I go forward.
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