Be My Tour Guide A Poem
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Posted:Jul 4, 2019 7:03 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2019 7:01 am
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There is a world I don't know
It is a world only you can show.
So if you care to be my guide
Show your world view
As I follow along for the ride.
You can take to the city
Where you grew up.
Show all the sights
And sounds
Of your youth.
Show the progress
Or decay in your
Old neighborhood.
Wax nostalgic if that
Is your mood.
You can take to
The museums of your choice.
We can go walk
In your favorite park.
I might make a suggestion
Or two of where
I would like to go.
To see if you had
A similar interest.
You are my guide.
Your world on display.
It would be about leisure
And not a stressful pace.
I want you to be easy going
Not all pressed for time
But if that is the case.
I will understand.
I would see the world
Through your eyes.
It would be so much better
Than some stranger
Of a tour guide.
It would be building
A memory
For us to treasure.
And if along the way
We stopped for hugs
Or something more
I would be quite receptive.
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Making Light Of Rejection A Poem
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Posted:Jul 4, 2019 5:55 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2019 10:02 pm
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Making Light of Rejection Written in 20
When a friend or a loved one is broken hearted
When you, yourself feel this pain
You have to take some time and think about
Breathing and exhaling
And then you have to find something to make you laugh.
You have to try to find your joy again,
It is not always appreciated that rejection is a process,
Who cares right?
It is just painful to experience,
It is just awful to watch when it happens to a loved one,
But like the Greek Alphabet,
There is an Alpha and an Omega,
A beginning and an end,
For few relationships last a lifetime,
Heck, Nicholas Sparks could not even have one.
Sometimes you might have to have a pair of scissors
Or a sharp knife
To cut the ties of nostalgia
To cut those romantic ties to another.
They are just an idea and not a real recommendation
Of hurting someone.
These words are just an euphemism.
Partners seem to come and go,
But we must be ready to say Howdy! to new ones
And Goodbye to old ones.
We have to see that a new partner may provide
A ,
An act that was proving tiresome to someone else,
And wouldn't it nice to tap into that kind of enthusiasm?
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His Voice Still Inside My Head. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 4, 2019 3:29 pm
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2019 3:30 pm
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His voice is still
In my head
I hear it echoing
His sing songy accent
A product of his environment.
Will it always be
When I hear the words
Say and okay
That I repeat them
To myself In his
Particular way?
Will this memory fade?
How long will it stay?
Just long enough
To drive me insane?
I hope and pray
That it ends
Befote that can happen
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I Love Love. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 4, 2019 3:22 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 8:55 pm
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I love sex
But I love love more
You could say
If I were an addict
The latter would be
The bigger score.
Alas like the
An addict's always
Searching for
My search for love
Falls into that
Same box.
Wouldn't you know
Its depths are voluminous.
But empty of what
I sought.
I love love
If I ever find it
I will be like
A in a candy shop
Wanting to taste
And savor
All its inventory.
With love that could be
Some lows as well as highs
But I am hoping
I leave very satisfied.
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A Lovely July Night. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 4, 2019 3:08 am
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2021 9:09 am
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The date was made
For the very next day.
Dinner and to watch
The fireworks display.
He was early.
I was a little late.
I apologized
And he said
No worries.
It gave him time
To relax
After a stressful drive.
He ordered me
An Angry Balls
Which was the first time
Drinking that mixture
Of Angry Orchard Hard Apple Cider
And Fireball which
Had cinnamon..
I enjoyed the drink
Along with
A glass of water.
Then came our appetizer
Of seared shrimp with bacon
With a maple flavor.
He knew I loved Chinese food
So he suggested
We go somewhere else
And eat our meal.
That held a lot of appeal
As I thought about
My favorites
Of crab Rangoon
Lo Mein
And sharing a Scorpion Bowl.
He paid the tab
And followed me
To my house
A slight detour
As I could leave my car
And go with him.
Sharing the ride
And more conversation.
We made it to
The Chinese restaurant
In no time at all
Okay about 7 minutes total.
We seated ourselves
At a table in the bar area
And the bartender
Came by with our menus.
We knew we wanted
The Scorpion Bowl
So for that we placed our order
As we looked closer
At the menu and chose
Two appetizers
Of Peking raviolis
And crab Rangoon
And since we both
Liked Lo Mein
We ordered that then too.
We ate our fill
Finished the Scorpion Bowl
He stabbed a few cherries
And put them near my mouth.
I opened it and
He dropped them in.
I think their might be
Some erotic significance
But I thought that applied
Only to the man eating them
Another tab settled
We still had some
Time to kill
So we ventured
To Dunkin Donuts
For an Iced Coffee
To drink when we watched
The fireworks on a blanket
At Derryfield Park
The fire works were blasted
Off the Bridge Street Bridge
And we could view them
With less hassle
From the top of the hill
Where we sat.
Lots of families
Adorable
Being American
On this lovely July night
I was happy I was out
And not stuck
In my house.
The bugs were polite
And kept their distance
Only a few were shooed away
With little resistance.
The night was still young
Barely 10 p.m..
So we had the idea
To go and park somewhere
And talk.
After a pit stop
At a gas station
We ended up parking
At a closed restaurant.
I have ro say
Although he wasn't
A perfect gentleman
He obeyed
When I said enough.
When I was uncomfortable
With more forwardness.
He drove me back home
And got out of the car
It was supposed to be
One kiss goodnight
At least that was what
Was in my mind.
He ended up kissing
Me several times
Paying me compliments
About my face and eyes
And other body parts.
He proclaimed himself
An ass man
And couldn't help
Grabbing mine.
This was all happening
In the front of my house
On the sidewalk
Any of my neighbors
Could be witnessing
I was getting anxious
About that possibility
So I ended the embrace
Thanked him
For a lovely night
And ascended one stair
At which moment
He once again
Touched my derriere.
I laughed it off
And said goodnight again
Asking him to text me
When he was home safe.
He wanted to see me again
The next day
But I had already scheduled
With someone else
A first date.
So he would have to wait
Until Friday
Which we had made
Tentative plans
To go to Pawtuckaway lake.
Perhaps that will lead
To a lovely July day.
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Don't Be So Pushy. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 4, 2019 2:23 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2019 12:38 pm
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Don't be so pushy.
Don't be so handsy
Didn't I mention
My fragile state?
My vulnerability?
If you think you can
Bulldoze your way
Make me do things
I don't want.
You would be wrong
And have another
Thing coming.
I will turn away.
I will shut you out.
I may seem
Like a mouse
But my good nature
Will turn
And the bear in me
Will come out.
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Light Bulb Moments A Poem
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Posted:Jul 4, 2019 1:19 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2019 7:13 am
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I understand his frustration
He has told me
Over and over again
What I should be doing.
But me with my hard head
Just cannot follow
Through with it.
It is hard to say
Why I am seemingly stuck
It might just be
Some deep rooted
Mental block.
I might need
To ask myself
What there is to gain
By being obstinate
And standing still?
It might not be
Easily apparent
It took me a while
To figure out
Another thing
Another behavior
I had been doing
That was inauspicious.
But when I did
It was like
A light bulb went off
It was like a switch
To a generator
Provided a new found
Energy source.
I want to be less hard headed
I want to change some things
For the better.
I want to have my friend
Less frustrated with me
So that our friendship
Does not end.
So I hope that I can
Have one of those
Light bulb moments
Regarding my current situation.
And start doing the things
Taking the actions
That are productive.
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Good Advice A Poem
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Posted:Jul 4, 2019 12:45 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2019 12:38 pm
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It is hard to admit
That one is weak.
It is hard to admit
Help is what
One seeks.
But when it is
Out in the open.
One can breath
A sigh of relief.
Phew! I did not
After all have
To hold it all in.
But the audience
Might be key.
It has to be one
That is friendly
One that is not there
To ridicule or heckle.
But one that might
Be said to be
Receptive of
Your message.
Be careful of false friends
Who want to
Use your weakness
They tuck it away
For future situations
In which they can
Get an advantage.
If your friends
Who are your audience
Can offer you good advice
Who can proffer comfort
And understanding.
You are wise to take it.
And offer thanks.
If you can discern
Their actions are authentic
And not insincere.
That their commiseration
Is genuine
And that their advice
Well founded
Go and run with it.
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A Type Of Kindness A Poem
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Posted:Jul 3, 2019 10:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2019 12:32 am
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Someone told me what
My last lover displayed
It was a type of kindness
But one that was used
To manipulate.
Call it deceitful
Call it dishonest
Call it fake
But it had a purpose.
I was the target
Of some kind actions
They made up
For what I now know
Was a guilty conscience.
He had it in his head
All along
To use me for his needs
To not give me
What I really wanted
Which was simply to be
Someone he could see
Himself with long term.
So he gave me things
Showing his kindness
Like buying off in advance
My forgiveness.
It is hard to contemplate
To wrap my head around this.
That it was all a ruse
To sooth his guilty conscience.
He was not a bad guy.
He gave me things.
He just could not give
Me what I really wanted
Which was simply
More time with him.
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If Wishes Were Horses A Poem
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Posted:Jul 3, 2019 9:54 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2019 10:35 pm
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If Wishes Were Horses Written in 2015
If wishes were horses,
I'd have a full stable.
I would have some that do all sorts of things
Some for leisurely jaunts
And others for races.
And how about those that act
With equestrians and their varied paces.
As well as some horses reserved for therapy,
For adults and in need of encouragement
Whose spirits need cheering up or bolstering.
Horses and wishes,
Is there anything more glorious?
Than a wild running
The beauty, the elegance!
Wild horses running in a pack
Upon a beach
Or out in the wilderness?
And wishes,
How they would like the same freedom
To run and be all they can be,
To get the most out of a life.
To be the ultimate life worth living
When wishes become reality.
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He Liked Purity A Poem
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Posted:Jul 3, 2019 12:35 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2019 11:18 pm
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I figured it out
He liked purity.
He didn't want
A woman
With a sordid history.
Too bad he didn't
Meet me before
I developed
Low self esteem.
It was the cause
Of many a mistake
I fell for a guy
Who found me attractive
Even just a little bit.
I would give in
If he showed me
Any attention.
So now I am wiser
But poorer in so
Many ways.
I have no right
Or claim to purity.
I can only say
That my heart
Of gold is still
Inside of me.
Perhaps that can be
My saving grace.
If he can find
His way to see.
And doesn't remain blind.
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Down Comforter Of Compliments. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 3, 2019 1:32 am
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2019 10:20 pm
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Bring them on will you?
Bring on the compliments
My soul needs reaffirmations
That I am not worthess.
Heap them on me
Please.
Like a king size
Down comforter
The fluffier the better.
All the better to do
It's namesake proud
Comfort being
The objective.
Talk about this feature
Talk about that trait
We all know and
Since we are not blind
Will disregard my weight.
That subject too painful
To contemplate.
It might well be the cause
Of my present sad state.
The source of a rejection
At the hands of a man
Who had an objection
To the number and shape.
That fluffy down comforter
Loaded with kindness and care
Making any coldness disappear.
Would that it held such magic.
And we could buy them.
No. We have to earn
The compliments
As best we can
Knowing that each one of us
Needs someone to place
The comforter when
We most need it.
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You Were Playing A Game A Poem
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Posted:Jul 2, 2019 11:40 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2019 9:45 pm
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While you were playing a game.
Flirting with many a woman
Telling her a story
Probably untrue
Especially your name
I learnt the lesson
That it was hard to fathom
That someone could
Be so cavalier
With another's emotions.
You have that down
Practically to a science.
You build someone up
Just enough to make them
Feel special.
Then have a story
Of why you are too busy
To do more than
Just fuck and leave.
Once upon a time
I thought you had integrity.
Once upon a time
I thought you had
Something to give.
Yes give when your life
Was less hectic.
But that was proven
To be the opposite.
You had that story ready
And then you slipped
One
And you said something
That you thought you
Had never said.
Too late.
The excuse was so fake.
Such an insult
To my intelligence.
It's okay.
I have come to see.
You are playing games
And I am not willing
To participate.
So off you go
To your next sucker.
I wonder if she will
Figure you sooner.
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