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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Personal Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2019 10:48 am

"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:Nov 13, 2019 11:18 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.
To Write A Script. A Poem
Posted:Nov 14, 2019 4:42 pm
Last Updated:Nov 14, 2019 11:59 pm

I want to hear you say Hi again.
How simple a wish is that?
I remarked how I found
It endearing
And you wondered
If I was kidding
But I was serious.
It showed you were friendly
Wanted to put people at ease
It was quite charming
And with me
Quite effective.

I wonder if I ever will
Hear that word again
Uttered from your lips
I have a mind to write
A whole new script
In which we get together
Take up where we left off
Before you fell ill
And then disappeared.

Do I seem desperate?
Or just fanciful?
Thinking of a man
Who probably never was?
But that's the point.
In this script
I can write of my heart's content
And not it's broken shell.
A Woman He Has Yet To Get A Poem
Posted:Nov 12, 2019 9:27 pm
Last Updated:Nov 14, 2019 11:04 am

He surfaces now and then
To tell that I was on his mind.
He was thinking about
Some aspect about me.
Usually my breasts.
Or my big behind.

I appreciate the compliment.
For truly there are so many
Other women he could have.
So many other women
In his past.
What makes me special?
That I have not cut ties?
That I am open to communicating?

He and I have never even met.
Perhaps it is just that.
I am a woman he has yet to get.
I don't know if we will ever
Take the next step
And meet in real life.
Fantasy is so full of desire.
Will real life measure up?
I know I would do my darndest
To make sure.
Why waste each other's time?
Why not try to fulfill those scenes
That he and I described?

I am a woman he has yet to get.
I am not sure we will ever meet.
But when we ?
We are transported to places
Where fulfillment of our desires
Is achieved.
If only briefly...
And then we end our conversations.
Until he surfaces again.
When he remembers who I am.
Or some facet of my body
That he appreciates.
This Moment Of Togetherness A Poem
Posted:Nov 11, 2019 10:07 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2019 1:10 am

When you hold me ,
Stroke my hair,
Tell me stories
Of your life.
Some funny
Some not so nice.
Your guard down
This is what I treasure
This moment
Of being together.

My mind will picture
Yes it will envision
What you say
And I will offer intermittently
A question which shows
I am listening intently.
I am with you.
Your arm around me .
Consciously or unconsciously
Stroking my hair
You are relaxed
As am I
I am savoring
This moment
Of togetherness.
However long it lasts.
Simply Not A Frog A Poem
Posted:Nov 5, 2019 1:02 am
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2019 12:15 pm

He was supposed to be
Unlike the others.
He was supposed to be
Simply not a frog.
Not a prince.
For that is asking
For the impossible.
Simply not a frog
Would pass muster.
Would be adequate
But a frog
Had qualities
I had to see for myself.

He was not a frog
We joked about it.
Among ourselves.
But then he chose
To leave like he was
Cinderella at the ball.
And had a curfew.
He disappeared.
But it was worse
For he was like a ghost.
He has gone silent
And I don't know why.
Except perhaps
His allergic reaction
To my cat.
For up to that moment
Our time was quite pleasant.

Why did he have
To be such a coward
And not explain
His silence?
He set in motion
An awful contemplation.
A mood alteration
That takes a while
To recalibrate.

So not a frog
But what then?
Just another man
Who let me down.
The One That Revs My Engine A Poem
Posted:Nov 4, 2019 11:12 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2019 11:24 am

Will it be humor?
Will it be lust?
Will it be timing?
Will it be trust?
Will it be a combination
Or all of the above?

What will get me
To that point?
The one that revs
My engine
And keeps it running?

I am not thinking
That boiling is in the works
That is beyond my metrics
At this present stage.
But perhaps
A revving and continuation
Could take place.
I would seek such a state.
Now to find a partner
Who can make this a reality.
Lacking Inspiration A Poem
Posted:Nov 4, 2019 9:41 am
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2019 8:20 pm

When one suffers from
A lack of inspiration
One must dig deep
Or actually one might
Want to go outside
And just be free.
Something has to give
Whether away
Or taken in.
An equation
Of addition
Or subtraction
The proof will be
When something
Comes of it
In the form of creativity.
Bon Voyage To Ennui A Poem
Posted:Nov 2, 2019 6:37 pm
Last Updated:Nov 3, 2019 4:25 pm

I remember the term
From my
Literature days
Reading Madame Bovary.
The term was ennui.

I have been experiencing it
Something awful.
I know these things
Can come in cycles.
I am waiting for it's departure.
Will it announce it's leave
With fanfare?
One of those big horns
Of a ship signalling
A bon voyage.
Ah yes be gone
Good riddance.
Ennui you have been
So much of an encumbrance.

I should be glad
I am not on that ship.
I am free!
Ennui is not me .
It just took this analogy to see.
That I am the one in charge
Of my journey.
What Now? A Poem
Posted:Oct 12, 2019 9:03 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2019 5:46 pm

What now?
A simple phrase
But it will speak volumes
Depending on the answer.
I wish I could be more
But life has taught me
So much so.
That hope's voice
Is little more than a mouse.
Still Looking For The One A Poem
Posted:Oct 5, 2019 11:12 pm
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2019 12:18 am

What do I know?
I am still looking for the one.
I can't tell you much
Not even if I will know
What he looks like
If I see him as that
Saying goes.
Perhaps I will just
Have a feeling.
Or perhaps it will just
Reveal itself.
Stay tuned.
Saying Hello On A Dating Website
Posted:Oct 4, 2019 8:31 am
Last Updated:Oct 28, 2019 7:25 pm

I recently wrote an opening on a dating website to someone who professed to love literature listing many great works... So tell me what you think.

Yes, I know this is a lame ass thing for Asian which is all about SEX. But humor me my sapiosexual bent if you can...

Hello's a start. Not like Melville's Call Me Ishmael or Dicken's It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. So perhaps I should have said. Call me Mel. It is a time of changing seasons when summer ends and fall begins in earnest. The leaves change in colors and fall from their branches. Leaving us to wonder what is the significance? That life is change and we should seize our opportunities.

There is a poem in there for sure but you get the idea...if the guy is worth his sapiosexual salt he will respond. LOL Then again he may not like BBWs.
Never Meant To Be My Happiness A Poem
Posted:Sep 30, 2019 6:50 pm
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2019 6:17 pm

My friend said something
That was so very profound
When a man for the umpteenth
Time let me down.
"He was never meant
be my happiness."
It was simply put
And most probably correct.
In fact the man was causing me
So much distress.
The worry, the bother
Would not be worth
The moments of pleasure
That he promised.

It all boiled down this.
The man cared little about me.
He was so very selfish.
He played and toyed
With my emotions.
Perhaps that was his plan
All along and upon which
He got off.
Sadistic pricks do exist.
But in any case.
I have come to find
He was never meant
To be my happiness.

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