Contemplating That Girl Back Then. A Poem
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Publié :11/8/2019 4h13
Dernière mise à jour :11/8/2019 17h36 10882 vues
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I used to get excited
Back in my early twenties.
Ah yes youthful energy.
If only you knew
girl back then.
She was glorious
Nearly fearless
She had goals
And she had plans.
She was a romantic.
But had been depressed
Suffering from some
Sad happenings.
Life moves on
And so could she
Let this girl
Find her heart's desire
Sadly never took place.
All the years
From then to now
Lived with less
Than life's full potential.
The girl now a woman
Tempered disappointment.
Enthusiasm and energy
Taking up less space
In her modus operandi
They show up
Like guests on occasion.
She welcomes them
She likes what they bring
Such a change from boredom
And feeling blah.
The girl gets to make
A reappearance
She the old me
Embraces me with such fierceness.
The warmth is like
I stepped near a furnace.
How welcome.
How welcome.
Please stay for as long
As you possibly can.
For when you go
Dear girl
Life does not have
As much appeal.
I live with so much less zeal.
A zombie coukd be
Mistaken for my twin.
A zombie at least
Has a mission
And keeps walking
Standing still not an option.
I on the other hand
Go through the motions
Wondering what it will take
To jar me back awake.
To have girl back
Like she never left.
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Flexing My Romantic Muscles And Bones. a Poem
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Publié :5/8/2019 18h45
Dernière mise à jour :7/11/2019 14h00 11453 vues
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To be hopeful.
To be positive.
To be with someone
Who makes that possible.
It's simply awesome.
It's euphoric.
It's smile inducing.
It gives me something
That I was so lacking
Enthusiasm for the future.
Not to put the cart
Before the
But pep is in my step
For the first time
In a long while
Allowing me to flex
My romantic muscles
And bones.
Allowing me to attain
Some definition
Hopefully it lasts quite long.
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Can He Build A Bridge? A Poem
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Publié :4/8/2019 14h34
Dernière mise à jour :5/8/2019 18h13 11642 vues
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I loved our chat
It was very stimulating.
Here was a man
That wanted everything.
He wanted a connection.
Settling for less
Was out of the question.
I was gung ho
Until our conversation ended.
Then all of my
Self doubts made an entrance.
How could such a suave
Sophisticated person
Ever love me?
He liked all the things
We had in common
Our love of sports and politics
And of course sex.
It was those other traits
That were not so nice
The socio-economic differences
And the distance.
I doubt he could
Build a bridge.
They came between me
And many other men.
It would be wonderful
If he could see past them
And provide solutions
But I cannot hold my breath.
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Not To Settle For Just Anybody. A Poem
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Publié :31/7/2019 23h21
Dernière mise à jour :6/8/2019 11h34 12859 vues
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A question asked of
What if I am single
years from now?
Could I handle that?
Would it be so awful?
What I want to be
Part of a couple
In a loving relationship
If that does not
Become my reality
Can I deal with
Being on my own?
I manage okay now.
I might whine
And lament being lonely
But I shouldn't settle
For just anybody.
I know being
With the wrong person
Can be miserable.
And being by myself
Is much more preferable.
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Pried From My Object Of Affection. A Poem
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Publié :31/7/2019 22h56
Dernière mise à jour :1/8/2019 21h50 12682 vues
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I will get to a place
Of comfort inside
A place not overcome
With regret and sadness
It will take time.
I have that now don't I?
It's not like
I should have healed
By yesterday.
I have done this
Work before
Repair, repair, repair
I am a woman
With strong emotions
That once engaged
Have to seemingly be
Pried from
My object of affection.
The comfort will come eventually
Once I see that the rug
Pulled from
Is not going to be replaced
With the same tattered one.
And that thought
Should and shall
Bring me comfort.
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Pics? A Poem
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Publié :31/7/2019 22h46
Dernière mise à jour :1/8/2019 21h51 11762 vues
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An opening message
Hello there
My name is.
With the next
Message being pics?
All I could think of
Was how effing rude
And crude.
And so I messaged back
How I felt.
I tried to instill that manners
Might make things
Much more agreeable
Than looking at people
As their body parts.
Being transactional
Is just not very thoughtful
It is is indicative
Of a Neanderthal
And most women I know
Frankly would be turned off.
He would be lucky to get
A response at all.
I did apologize for my tone
But can you see where
I am coming from?
I really dislike how
The level of discourse
On A.F.F. at times
Is so just so effing rude.
And barring ignoring
The culprits I let a few
Know my thoughts.
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Something Special For Your Birthday. A Poem
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Publié :31/7/2019 22h32
Dernière mise à jour :1/8/2019 21h53 10832 vues
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I wish I coukd
Do something special
For your birthday
Besides offer well wishes
Which of course
I genuinely and truly feel.
If wish I could
Make your wish come true
Whatever that may be
Whether it includes me
Or someone else
If you wanted to share
Your day and night with.
It is all about you
And your enjoyment
And happiness.
You my dear friend
Absolutely deserve this.
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Value Your Friendship. A Poem
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Publié :31/7/2019 22h17
Dernière mise à jour :31/7/2019 23h02 10575 vues
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It would be wonderful
To meet you
To see in person
The man I have
Chatted to .
It has not been
Actually that long
But we have shared
So much.
I truly have come
To value your opinion
And your friendship.
I hope you feel the same.
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Patsy Cline Mood. A Poem
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Publié :31/7/2019 1h08
Dernière mise à jour :5/8/2019 18h22 10330 vues
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Oh Patsy Cline
My mood is thine.
Thinking about unrequited love
And cheating partners
Broken hearts
And how to deal with them.
You sang decades ago
But the human condition
Has not changed much
To each his and her own
Devastating breakup.
Your poignant words
And haunting voice
Today still as ever relevant.
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How The Poems Will Come. A Poem
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Publié :31/7/2019 12h56
Dernière mise à jour :6/8/2019 11h33 10273 vues
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I let the day go by
Without writing any poetry.
Not really sure why
But time is probably
The culprit
Along with my mood
That was not feeling it.
Today is another day!
Watch out
Because the poems may
Come fast and furious.
Okay that is an exaggeration
They might be more accurately
Described as drip drip drip.
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A Broad Subject. A Poem
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Publié :29/7/2019 23h30
Dernière mise à jour :30/7/2019 6h36 10098 vues
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A question often asked by men
Is what I am looking for
In regards them.
I list a few things
About being a lover
And companion
Basically a friend.
wants do stuff
In and of the bedroom.
Some men can handle that
With little objection.
You guessed it
They are not on A.F.F.
Go ahead and laugh.
I know I do
But it's lugubrious.
You can laugh more
Readily at this part
As I turn the question
Back on them as I ask them
What they are looking for
In a woman.
I say I know it's a broad subject.
Sorry for the pun.
But I am curious.
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Close The Distance. A Poem
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Publié :29/7/2019 23h16
Dernière mise à jour :31/7/2019 1h00 10137 vues
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We were miles away from each other
Complaining that we needed sleep.
But horniness was also a factor.
To which we made suggestions to each.
Ah yes! How nice it would be
If we were in the same bed.
Even for a quickie I said.
To which you were in agreement.
If only that could have been!
They say miracles do happen.
So maybe someday we will
Close the distance.
And take the next step.
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Be Nice And Not An Asshole A Poem
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Publié :29/7/2019 7h58
Dernière mise à jour :29/7/2019 8h00 9559 vues
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Oh my!
Could it really be
A woman who wants
To be treated nice?
Yessirree!
That is me!
It is basically the way
I treat others
Nothing mysterious.
I learnt long ago
That was the tenet
Or philosophy
Of my parents
Pardon me if you
Were never taught this.
I know that when people
Become adults
They decide what is
Good for them.
Maneuvering life in a way
For their success.
Not many folks can be
Assholes and get away with it.
Our current President excluded
As he has a following of
Shall we say deplorables.
Heaven forbid they take their cue
And begin to act like him.
Our society would be like
The wild wild west,
Or that of the Nazis
Or fascists.
This is where we are headed
With his buying off of judges
And the end to constitutional
Checks and balances.
But that is politics.
Back to you and me
And our safe and sane practices.
Being nice
And being treated the
It makes for a happier life
Than one filled with vitriol
And hate.
Not to mention one's overall health
As one's blood pressure
Would not be raised
Which can be the case
When one encounters an asshole
Who thinks being nice
Is not for them.
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