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The Day Lasted Longer. A Poem
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Posted:Jun 13, 2019 11:48 pm
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2019 7:51 am
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The day lasted longer
Than I thought it would
In other words
I stayed up later
Than I should.
This is nothing new
Mind you
It is par for the course
When I get distracted
And involved
With something.
You know how it is?
It's a consequence.
Let's hope it
Doesn't ruin tomorrow
If I am feeling too tired.
As I have lots to do.
Lots on the menu.
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Recalibrate. A Poem
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Posted:Jun 13, 2019 12:26 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2019 8:37 pm
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A blah and rainy day.
Its the thirteenth.
But its a Thursday
So its less ominous
You could say.
I had plans meet
Friends for food
And a drink
But my head
And neck ache
And medicine
Has barely made
A dent in my pain.
So I will rest
And recuperate
Or perhaps I should
Refer it
As recalibrate
As a change
Needs be made
In my mood
And outlook.
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Depth Forgone A Poem
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Posted:Jun 12, 2019 10:52 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2019 10:53 pm
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He must be shaking his head
my fancifulness.
my philosophical bent.
I don't blame him.
I too shake from time to time
Too much thought
And then I am jarred awake
A reality intrusion
That makes me shake
My head and often
Produces laughter.
Ha ha ha
LOL
I have them ready
After I recall
Or tell
My thoughts.
Thinking them
Better received
If thought less
Than serious.
Shallow water
I am brought back to.
Depth forgone
For the moment
It will be sought
In the future.
Have no fear.
A return to the deep
Is not indefinite.
Only postponed
While laughing matters more
To the current audience.
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As I Mark This Time A Poem
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Posted:Jun 12, 2019 10:25 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2019 11:56 am
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I thought it was going
To be an early night.
But I got a second wind
Like often happens
When the clock strikes twelve.
It is more a habit
Befitting an owl.
But I have been bestowed it
Like an adopted fowl.
I told a friend
That I had little energy
To stay awake
That was before
The mark of midnight.
I should probably apologize
In the morning
Or tomorrow sometime.
So much on my mind
Again.
The loss of my favorite team.
The lack of concrete
Weekend plans.
My upcoming birthday
That is just another
Marking of time.
That hopefully like midnight
Can give me a spark
Or jumpstart my energy.
Time is a wasting.
My dreams need
To take shape
To see and breathe
And become reality.
Yes all of these things.
Make sleep a failure
And slave to my thinking.
Let's not go all Shakespeare
And employ quotes.
Let's be ourselves
Let's be original.
Sleep is not the enemy.
It is in fact an ally
In the fight for sanity.
This I must repeat.
As I mark this time.
As I mark this day.
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In A Kind Of Limbo A Poem
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Posted:Jun 12, 2019 8:45 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2019 12:30 pm
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He has not told yet
If we are going to see
Each other again.
It makes feel sad
And a little inadequate
That he is not gung ho
For another meeting.
It is not that
We are not texting
And chatting
I am just hesitant
To broach the subject.
Should I be more direct
And just ask?
Goodness I would hate
To receive an answer
That was negative.
The weekend is approaching
The time we usually make plans
As this is a holiday weekend
Sunday being Father's day
It might not be possible
As I know how he wants
To spend time with his Dad
Who is all alone
And not in the best health.
I know skipping this weekend
May not be my fault
But still
I hope he has an idea
Make that ideas
For making the next time
We get together
Extra special.
But in the meantime
I am left in this kind of limbo
It is not a fun place to be
For very long.
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Country Charm A Poem
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Posted:Jun 12, 2019 8:15 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2019 9:23 pm
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It was a good day.
I was whisked away
By a friend
Wanted show me
His place.
I had never been
But was curious.
His house was old
And had a lot
Of antiques
And knicknacks
As well as musical instruments.
He was make us lunch
Chicken and steak kabobs
Broccoli and potatoes.
We sat outside on his deck
The sun was so bright
I didn't realize what it was
Doing to my .
Later on I saw it was red.
Along with my chest
Where my shirt had a V neck.
It was a lovely day
Very nice conversation.
He was happy show
His collections of various things
Including door stoppers,
Trivets and swords.
He has a few elephants
Made of iron and other metals
He has a few clocks
That he winds when he thinks of it.
His house is full of character
Eclectic in design
Built pre civil war
And renovated over time.
Let's just say
It still could be used
As the setting in a movie
For many a prior decade.
I just wanted to mark the time
A day that held such country charm.
In the company of a friend
is ever so generous
For which I thank him.
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He Has Only Imagined A Poem
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Posted:Jun 11, 2019 11:59 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2019 6:01 pm
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I will think of him
His compliments
His comments
About parts of me
That he has
imagined.
It might never happen
That we get together
But we can think it can.
Ah yes the imagination
Is a wonderful thing.
I hope he keeps
Thinking this way
For a long long time.
The flirting
The banter
They make me feel
Like I am wanted.
I hope he knows
That it is returned
I am be fair
It is just my nature.
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His Cuteness And His Furriness A Poem
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Posted:Jun 11, 2019 12:23 am
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2019 3:09 pm
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I want to remember
His cuteness
Of our first tryst.
How he brought me
What he called
A care package.
It consisted of
A 4 pk of toilet paper
A jar of peanuts
A box of Newman's popcorn
And a package of Caramel Lindt Chocolates.
This all went along with
The beverages for which we both asked.
He brought himself water and
Beer that was non alchoholic
And brought me my choice of Angry Orchard,
The hard apple cider that
To me was ever so
Thirst quenching.
This was proffered
After he gave me
A bouquet of flowers.
Which I promptly
Put in a vase
And filled with water.
How beautiful!
The most beautiful bouquet
I had received in ages.
He brought me other stuff too
Which he put to good use
Later on in the bedroom.
Ah yes those he gifted
Me as well.
Leaving them for me
To use on myself
Should I have the urge.
He was an excellent kisser.
He was forceful just a bit
He pulled my hair just a tad
To me it showed his passion.
Murmurs and moans followed
They were instinctive on my part.
I seemingly could not help it.
How we came to be
In the bedroom
After some chatting
On the porch
With our beverages
I cannot recall exactly.
Except that it happened
But first we kissed
And kissed and kissed
And landed on the bed
Clothing was discarded
As the mood was elevated.
Oh dear! Oh my goodness!
There I felt his furriness.
His chest that my hands
Fell in love with!
It's softness.
Dare I say that is one
Of my biggest weaknesses?
I have dubbed him
His cuteness
And his furriness.
This along with his accent
Make for a memory
That will forever remain
One of my most pleasant.
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He Described How He Would Do It A Poem
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Posted:Jun 10, 2019 10:43 pm
Last Updated:Jun 11, 2019 7:16 pm
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He did it!
He described
How he would do it!
How he would
Make me feel
So wonderfully good!
How I would wear
A smile on my face
After he made
Me reach an orgasm
That seemingly lasts
For ten minutes!
Oh my yes!
A smile I would wear
From ear to ear!
Thinking about it now
A smile comes again
How a depiction
Of a scenario
That may never
Come to be
Can do this
Is a testament
To his writing ability.
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Talking About Affection A Poem
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Posted:Jun 10, 2019 10:13 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2019 6:22 pm
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He said he would like
An affectionate woman
But one that was also
Not too smothering.
You know the type
Who has to always
Have their hand
On their boyfriend?
I said I got what he meant.
I was not the kind
To do that.
I consider myself affectionate
But not overzealous
I don't need
Public displays of affection
I reserve my hands
For alone time
For the most part.
Although holding hands
Does sometimes just feel right.
So perhaps that is the key?
Affection that is right
For the occasion
You know that saying
Timing is everything?
Well here is when it fits.
Hold hands and make
Slight gestures
Whether light kisses
And touches
It might be an element
Of foreplay
Or it could be an end itself
If there is no further action.
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Boomerangs And Revolving Doors A Poem
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Posted:Jun 10, 2019 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2019 10:16 pm
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Boomerangs And Revolving Doors
People come
And people go
Into our lives
Acting like
Boomerangs
Or revolving doors.
Hopefully they are welcome
And not burdensome
No doubt their presence
Is not all rosiness and fun
But the positives
Outweigh the cons.
Then if there is an awkwardness
If there is a lack of comfort
Either address the elephant
Or move along
The reunion could be short lived
If that is in one's best interest.
Is it rude or uncaring
To wish for separation
If one is not feeling
That someone is being honest?
That is one problem
That can be the death knell
For a relationship.
Untruthfulness and omissions.
Then comes the realization
That there are reasons
For comings and goings.
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Bowing Down To The Inevitability A Poem
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Posted:Jun 10, 2019 9:14 pm
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2019 11:09 pm
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Bowing Down The Inevitability Written in 2016
As the days go by,
I am getting older
Wisdom has come at a price.
My youth sacrificed.
I wish I could say
I enjoyed the ride.
Sometimes I did
I will not lie.
But time after time
I wished I were someone else
Someone better
In some way than myself.
Reflecting on one's life
The picture may not be nice.
Should I just wish
That I was the evil queen
And could ask of the mirror
If I was the fairest of them all?
But with the competition
Known about in advance
And squashed?
I am not that cruel
Nor delusional
I know there will always be
Someone who comes along
Better in a certain area than myself
Or just more exotic or unusual.
The days go by
And accepting fate
And it's twisting and turning nature
Will come to be.
As that is what growing older
And wiser is all about.
Bowing down the inevitability
Of aging
And in more ways than one , gravity.
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How He Makes Me Happy A Poem
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Posted:Jun 9, 2019 10:16 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2019 6:20 pm
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Does he know
How happy
He makes me
Just by spending
His time and energy
In my company?
He is a gift!
Most assuredly!
He listens me.
He lets me speak
Offering comments
When he wishes
When something clicks
Then he relates
A story of his.
This I relish!
This give and take.
And then when we
Get to the point
Where talking
Becomes unnecessary.
We know a place
To give each other
More attention.
Ah! yes!
The bedroom!
There we can give
And take
Actions of pleasure.
This is where he shines
In the happiness department.
He is like the manager.
I am the customer.
But then we switch it up
With our role reversal.
That reciprocation
Is the best example.
I would point it out
Were he to inquire about
What brings me happiness.
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