Monday Songs Can You Name Some? A Poem
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Publié :29/7/2019 7h48
Dernière mise à jour :31/7/2019 12h44 9544 vues
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I am doing it again! Getting my music mojo back! I am using music to move me Out of moods are drab!
Let's face it! We can all do it! Get those tunes on To get your blues off.
But since it is Monday It has it's own list. I ask you to think Of some songs have Monday in them.
Would you please along? Flex your tune memory muscle. I don't want to just list them I want you to use your brain And participate.
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A Lovely Late Lunch A Poem
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Publié :28/7/2019 23h29
Dernière mise à jour :29/7/2019 20h26 9211 vues
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There is a man who Likes my writing. He has read my books And has said they Affected him deeply.
I am flattered Like you wouldn't believe. I have not had someone Read all my books In their entirety Since a friend did last year. Other folks have read them In bits and pieces.
He has wanted to meet me And so finally we agreed To go to lunch at a place In my city. He had to drive quite the distance An hour and half usually But longer with traffic. Which wouldn't you know Was the case the day Of our get together.
He was running late Which was fine with me I had nowhere else I had to be. He arrived at nearly 3 And had a beautiful orchid plant I was so very happy To receive such a gift. It was white and purple And in a good size pot. I put it on my screened in porch Where it would be secure.
We decided on Fridays As we wanted to watch part Of the Yankees/Red Sox game We were not sure our first choice Of Longhorn steak house Would have sports on TVs.
We took a seat In the area by the bar So I could watch the TV monitor With the game coming on In less than an hour.
Our waitress was named Marielle And she was quite efficient She gave us our menus And asked us what we would Like to drink My friend said he wanted a margarita I thought to try his choice. I chose one of passion fruit He chose a regular Although I am not sure That was the term.
Mmmmm it was delicious With it's rim of . It was a little different Than the one's that have A rim with salt.
We were undecided on food But then came up with our choices We started off with the sampler Of an appetizer Which had glazed boneless wings Mozzarella sticks Potato skins And sticks of celery Along with various dips Including sour cream, Ranch dressing Marinara sauce And blue cheese.
My friend decided on the flat iron steak Which came with mashed potatoes. I chose the shrimp and lobster pasta That had bacon bits And asparagus in the mix.
We had a wonderful conversation We chatted about any and everything. We discussed our families He was a dad and grandfather I was not so fortunate In having children of my own But my siblings and their children I love and adore.
He was a recent widower And that weighed heavily on him. He spoke of the care He had taken of his wife Throughout the years. It showed what kind Of man he is. Which I surmised to be Kind and decent.
We had another round Of margaritas This time I chose mango flavor. Once again I liked the taste I could get hooked. But that is not What I would like to happen I will savor a drink From time to time.
Our lunch was lovely That was indeed the truth. I hope my friend felt the . We had discussed possibly Meeting up again For a blues festival A week away.
He had a long drive home I was glad he had the radio on With the remainder of The Red Sox Yankees game He texted me at the conclusion. Our Sox were victorious. As a fan of sports can appreciate. It made the day much sweeter.
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Catch You On The Flip Side A Poem
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Publié :28/7/2019 21h17
Dernière mise à jour :29/7/2019 6h49 9160 vues
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Catch You On The Flip Side written in 20
Some days you just feel blah, Like the day should just go by Hoping tomorrow will be better Or at least the blah feeling Will subside.
When I feel this way, I even hate talking. For I don't want anyone else To be infected by my blahness.
So please bear with me, Perhaps you can catch me, On the flip side, Not everyone will know this reference. But it had to do with vinyl records.
And if you do for me, The courtesy of letting me be Or just slightly trying to nudge me Into smiling, I will try to do the for you When you are similarly affected.
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Almost Want To Say Never Again A Poem
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Publié :28/7/2019 17h38
Dernière mise à jour :31/7/2019 12h51 9117 vues
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I almost want say never again Yes say it so many things As they have proved So very tough to take Causing me so much pain.
Never again to meeting a man. Just to have my heart broken. Never again to having sex As I don't want to give Any man the satisfaction. All I can feel right now Is that he would be using me How can I change this mentality?
I said I almost want to say never again I am not saying it is a certainty. How can I when what I ultimately want Is a lover and companion? Someone can love me Through thick and thin.
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So Will You? A Poem
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Publié :28/7/2019 16h43
Dernière mise à jour :14/8/2019 4h32 8933 vues
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How will it be When you want me? Will your eyes Be glassy And intense? Will your arousal Be evident? Will it show itself In a tent? Will you be direct? Telling me like it is?
Oh baby I can hardly wait! Make it happen! Soon very soon As I am waiting. With bated breath! I am hesitant Make the first move So will you?
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Make The World Of Difference A Poem
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Publié :28/7/2019 1h12
Dernière mise à jour :16/8/2019 10h19 9846 vues
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Some man should do the world a favor And fall in love with me. I say the world because It would be a much better place. I may be just one person But mighty would be my reach If love came my way I would be oozing it And it would pour over My mood like sunshine Or moonshine To those I encounter.
I suppose folks would think This notion ridiculous And selfish. How could one woman Being in love and loved Make the world of difference? I am not sure As it has never happened. But I would like find ! While I can enjoy All of it's glorious benefits.
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My Venting Put His To Shame A Poem
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Publié :27/7/2019 23h50
Dernière mise à jour :28/7/2019 8h33 9762 vues
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It could have been another Crushing blow for my self esteem But since I had that done me the day before I was somehow able deal better with it. When some callous words Were written in a message. That was a former lover venting About his relationship ending And how he could not find Someone was a successful Professional with their life together. Those words could have Stabbed my heart in the past As I knew he considered me Less than living Up to his standards.
I told him I did not know what to say About his situation as I would never Be a successful professional With my life together. He responded with it was not meant To be a reflection of me. Which then prompted me to say It was funny. How his words might have Hurt me the day before but due some things I had come terms with regarding Someone had seemed interested had decided on ghosting And an ex lover had found Someone more suitable. I resorted self deprecation Of saying no can see me As their girlfriend As I must not have much offer My heart and my brain (that works sometimes) Not enough for anyone. But I do like sex and That is what guys have Used me for.
He did not respond. My venting might have put His shame. But I doubt it. He was selfish s.o.b. I have come realize. I kind of figured that But it took this conversation To prove my hypothesis.
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A Wishful Thinking Dream A Poem
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Publié :27/7/2019 23h31
Dernière mise à jour :28/7/2019 16h00 9556 vues
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I had the dream Of us again It was just going your house And visiting.
How I would see All you had shown Me in photos On your phone. Your coy pond With fish swimming Your lush green lawn That I pictured my dogs Running around on.
We would go inside I would see your average kitchen And then your living room With it's bright yellow walls And the mural that was Painted by your ex mother in law. But you loved it still As well as the painting Of your former dogs Done by a friend of your friends had a strange connection Sharing a cell.
You would show me your office Just a big desk with papers Needing order Along with a chair That was pretty comfortable.
rooms I had never Seen photos of Your bathroom And your bedroom I guess my imagination Could fill them in.
I know you like things clean So I can imagine both Being nearly spotless With a cleaned shower Toilet and sink And a big bed that was made.
I don't want to think About that big bed. No. I surely do not. For I will never be sharing it Not since you found Someone else Yes that is the thought That stands out.
If my dream were to Have a positive result. I would be gracious. I would say indeed Your house is lovely. It is nice to see in person What I had heretofore Seen in pictures. I would take my Corralling my dogs into my car Not showing how unnerved I was that I was no longer And never will be again Your lover. I was now just a friend. could move on Find someone else appreciated all I had give. When I think about this It was not a dream But wishful thinking. As I had no control Of where I went When I was in dreamland.
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To Those Still Hurting A Poem
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Publié :27/7/2019 23h06
Dernière mise à jour :28/7/2019 12h51 9272 vues
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For Those Still Hurting Written in 20
You think the loss would lessen But then it hits you in the gut Like someone punched you. And the pain is back Do you think you can handle it Better this time? Maybe, perhaps? Do you still have support Or have they said "Get over it?" I would tell them Walk in my shoes For just one day or hour. What do you have lose? That is a very good question.
Smiles and hugs Are better than turning away And shrugs. Give some of the former And you would be helping matters Instead of adding woe Upon someone still hurting.
Let them talk Let them share. Let them vent Till their heart is more content It may never be healed But it can be slightly repaired. Enough for them say I thank you. I may need you again. Do you think you will be there, then?
We have life live And we have many losses along the way, But we can also give Hope and love those in pain Soften their blows, Those punches in the gut Maybe next time they will Be able put their hands into gloves And hold them up. Warding off the worst damage. And remain standing.
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In The Interim. A Poem
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Publié :27/7/2019 1h20
Dernière mise à jour :27/7/2019 23h52 10213 vues
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I had the urge To cry myself to sleep The pangs of loneliness Sinking into me Like teeth.
Guys would offer To keep me company I highly doubt they would Stay the whole night Men take what they Want and then leave At least that has been My experience.
Go easy on yourself I should tell myself Don't be so negative Maybe someone worthy Will come along Before too long But in the interim Don't hold your breath Breathe in and out. Think of happy things Worse comes to worse I can write about my feelings. Thank you for reading Effectively listening.
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My Mind Was Occupied A Poem
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Publié :26/7/2019 23h32
Dernière mise à jour :27/7/2019 22h32 9685 vues
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I have to apologize Someone was interested in me Interested in my mind. But mine was occupied With negative thoughts Regarding some Ex lovers of mine.
I wish I could go Back in time. Redo so many things. I don't know where to start I have so many regrets. I might start by not Getting involved With certain men. That might solve The heartache that I have at present.
Then that conversation I had with the new guy Might have gone much better. Of course one never knows Unless they are clairvoyant.
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Unpatchable A Poem
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Publié :26/7/2019 9h56
Dernière mise à jour :26/7/2019 17h52 9883 vues
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I am nothing to anyone I matter so little. I try and I try And I always fail. Love is beyond my reach Something for which I dearly long. Perhaps the hole inside me Is unpatchable And men can see that From miles away. Makes me think I might need a civil engineer Not afraid of a building project Or the construction manager Who has to implement such plans Or a psychologist who sees That my rough patch Is part of the human condition. Yay for me I just talked myself Off the hyperbolic ledge That my being unloved Nearly pushed me off of. All by making a joke And listing possible occupations Of lovers in the future.
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Me And My Fighting Brigade. A Poem
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Publié :26/7/2019 8h02
Dernière mise à jour :27/7/2019 23h54 10264 vues
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In my current state I should not be rash My mental and physical Components are of whack. They need to rest Somehow regain their strength. For battles are always looming New ones beginning. I am tired of waving a white flag I am tired of always losing. My fighting spirit may only be Seen by me But it could regain its muscle memory And wouldn't that be something After all this time? Me and my fighting brigade Ready to battle Ready to tackle Whatever comes my way!
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