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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Personal Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2019 10:33 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:Feb 7, 2019 10:58 pm

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.
The Best Is Yet To Come A Poem
Posted:Feb 19, 2019 8:03 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2019 10:29 pm

Written in 2016

The Best Is Yet To Come

We have been told,
By many a person
We have been sold
On the notion
That the best is yet to come.
But I have begun
To fret and wonder
If I am going to be
The exception.

Most say with derision
Been there
Done that
Thinking that experience
Old hat.
And I too chime in
With that phrase
On occasion.

But what if that was it?
What if that was the best?
When we were young
We had life by the horns.
We had less fears
We had less qualms.

What happened?
We hit some road blocks
We encountered obstacles.
We got pricked by thorns
When we took time
To smell the roses.

But there are other flowers!
There are wonderful views
We can see from our detours.
Someone tell me what is so bad
About wild flowers?
What is so bad about
A road with less traffic?
It may not be the fastest
But the ride might be
More pleasant.

The best may be yet to come
That may indeed be true for you.
But don't let today
Be a total bust
Your breath is your ticket
To a glorious ride.
You have a seat
On the ferris wheel of life
Would that it were named
More would take notice
And the best may be yet to come.

But guess what?
They do say
What comes around
Goes around
Does it apply
In this circumstance?
Would that the best
Of the past
Meets it's it match
In a future with
Many a great experience.
Crumbs A Poem
Posted:Feb 19, 2019 7:46 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2019 10:23 pm

I wrote this poem in 2015


She was supposed to be like other women
She was supposed to let only slips of herself
Be dropped like crumbs on a trail,
For a man to find his way to her.
But she was too impatient
She had waited so very long in the past
Without any kind of action
Inaction and hesitation were anathema to her,
Yes, it harshly had been a curse.
Self imposed at times
Other times imposed by circumstance.
So now that she was free
Free to pursue her desires and dreams
She seemed to fall too hard and fast,
She seemed to fall for a guy with ease.

But give her some praise
For finally being bold enough to move
Give her some praise for offering the whole cake,
To take chances she had only dreamt of previously
For acting and seizing the day.
But like many a lover of old and new
She more often than not has played the fool.

She saw the best in her love interest
She saw what she wanted to see,
Sometimes true colors are revealed promptly
Other times it may take a few weeks.

Starting with crumbs
Can end up being a crumby thing indeed
But starting off with the whole cake
Can end the same way.
Sunday Morning And Leonard Cohen Songs A Poem
Posted:Feb 17, 2019 7:33 am
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2019 9:23 pm

I clicked on the link
A new Dido song
So I listened
It was a pleasant diversion
Her voice soothing.

I left YouTube open
It went on to another selection
One by Leonard Cohen
And then another.
So my Sunday morning
Wash awash with
His gruff sensuality.
His sensual brilliance
It stimulated
On multiple levels
The mind
And beyond.

Yes that is the essence
Of a Leonard Cohen song.
You Became Numb. A Poem
Posted:Feb 17, 2019 7:22 am
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2019 9:25 pm

I tried to get
You to care
But you lost
That ability.
Not sure when
Being numb
Became your
Modus operandi
But it happened.
And I am not the one
Who can reverse it.
I do not possess
The tools
Or the explosives
To jar you from
Your present inclination.

Should I hold out hope
That the universe
Will do what I can't do?
I just wish people
Were not so cavalier
When it came
To connecting
And matters of the heart.
Say Goodbye To Frivolity. A Poem
Posted:Feb 16, 2019 1:46 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2019 11:00 pm

Say goodbye to frivolity
It costs too much
It takes too much
Out of me.
I cannot be cavalier
I cannot act
As if I have no cares.

They say let loose
Have fun
Live a little.
I did that
And I lost myself.

So caution is back
I could say it was fun
While it was absent
But always in
The back of my mind
Was an acknowledgement
This was not
What I truly wanted.
I was settling
For something far less
Than was optimum.
In Between Now And Then. A Poem
Posted:Feb 16, 2019 1:30 am
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2019 1:32 am

I have an idea.
I am going to
Make a plan.
It is going to tell
The story
Of in between
Now and then.

You see it will give
My mind something
To work on
Something constructive
Instead of
Mindless dwelling.

Sure it is just
Connecting the dots
Of sorts.
But it can't hurt

I could do
Less reflecting
Less contemplating
But if I did
Who would I be
Would I still be me?
I want to be able to see
How I got from
A to B.

An honest assessment
Is warranted
Even if the only reader
Will ever be me.
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The Light Exchange. A Poem
Posted:Feb 14, 2019 2:47 am
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2019 9:45 am

A beautiful soul
Don't you know?
One whose light shines
Yes you could
Even say it glows.

They have the right mix
Of caring and kindness
They learnt this
Through many trying times
And tribulations.

My heart goes out to them
Even if it was just a whim
They know my thoughts
Are loving and positive
And so they are accepting.

Ever the hugs
And good tidings
If only virtually given
A beautiful soul
Is understanding
And appreciative
For the opposite
An opportunity missing
To offer light
In an exchange.
This Is What I Need To Remember A Poem
Posted:Feb 13, 2019 8:02 pm
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2019 2:38 pm

This is a very somber poem. I am going to be facing some harsh realities when some family members pass...It is so hard to face upcoming loss.

This Is What I Need To Remember

They will all go
Leaving us all alone.
One by one
Some went
As if two by two
It was comforting to know
They had company
On their journey
That was final.

I will miss them.
They were a part
Of my life
My whole existence
And then
Memories will be
Where they live.
Help me face this loss
That is upcoming.

Give me strength
To see that life
Has it's inevitability.
Let me feel
That purpose
Is in being kind
To one another
That love is what
We should remember.
Regrets may linger
But they should be shelved
And replaced with
Shiny objects
That are brighter!
Smiles and happiness
The happiest moments
Are life's treasures.
This I need to remember
Yes, through the tears,
This is what I should remember.
At Least You Have A Song A Poem
Posted:Feb 13, 2019 7:34 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2019 1:19 am

I wish you could think
About me like you did
When we first
Became acquainted.

What has changed?
Have you found
My faults too much?
I am well aware of them
But I thought you could
Understand where
I was coming from.

Life has given me lemons
And I am still missing
The ingredients
To make lemonade
I was hoping you could
Provide some of them.
I was a fool
To think this way.
What a shame!

Alas those emotions
Alas those thoughts
Will be discontinued
Like some out
Of date product
That is no
Longer fashionable.
They will be replaced
With something
Of different packaging.
You know what they say?
Life goes on...
Add Ob la di
Ob la da
And at least you
Have a song.
To Resurrect Your Love A Poem(Written in 2016)
Posted:Feb 12, 2019 9:26 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2019 6:51 pm

A Love Poem

Not really Valentine's Day Celebrating...

To Resurrect Your Love

What can I say
That has not already been said?
I once was your love
But now that love is gone
Is it dead?

Love that once began
So wonderfully bright
Like the morning sun
Now it's light is dwindling
Like the darkest night.
Not even a moonbeam
In sight.

I don't know the exact moment
Love began its descent
I must have been occupied
With other things.
I guess saying sorry now
Just won't cut it, eh?
Are you saying it might?
Should I take your silence
As an opening to state my case?

Words and actions
Could I touch you
With my hands?
To emphasize my affection.
Could I kiss you
Soft little kisses
Almost nibbling
To show that I want
One more bite
One last shot at you
Who once was the apple
Of my eye
And vice versa?

When little gestures
Do not have their desired affect
Should I act with more urgency
To show I have become

What is the test?
What is the measurement
That I have to pass
That I have to exceed
For your love to reappear?
What source of fuel
Must I use for love
To be rekindled?

Is it best to let things go
Go the way
Of many a lost day
Days we once spent together
Now they will be
Just tombstones
In love's graveyard.
Markers of the past.
Not to be resurrected.

I want a museum!
Not a graveyard or mausoleum.
I want a place that
Adds exhibits!
Not one that has stone etchings.
I want pictures
I want paintings
I want them to be vivid depictions.
Of a love that is on going
That continues
That is living!

Have I made a dent?
Have my words and deeds
Been received
Their intent achieved?
Can our love once again
Be splendid?
Let it so be
Let it so be.
Seeing A Friend Again. A Poem
Posted:Feb 7, 2019 12:25 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2019 5:43 pm

I meet you at the door
We embrace first
Then kiss
It's been a long
Time since
Such an action
Between the two of us.
Years even.

You talk
Seemingly a mile a minute
It's your way
It's a breath of fresh air
To hear a man's voice
So knowledgeable
But also innocent.
I know your demeanor
As it reaches into my soul.

Your heart is pure
A heart of gold
Nary a bad thought
Toward others
Whom you wish
Peace of mind
And happiness
A tenet of your Buddism.

I will enjoy your presence
I will be in the moment.
I would be a fool
To do less.

Thank you for coming
Thank you my friend.
It's very good
To see you again.

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