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Monday Songs Can You Name Some? A Poem
Posted:Jul 29, 2019 7:48 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2019 12:44 am

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.
A Lovely Late Lunch A Poem
Posted:Jul 28, 2019 11:29 pm
Last Updated:Jul 29, 2019 8:26 pm

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 of my own
But my siblings and their
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.
Catch You On The Flip Side A Poem
Posted:Jul 28, 2019 9:17 pm
Last Updated:Jul 29, 2019 6:49 am

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.
Almost Want To Say Never Again A Poem
Posted:Jul 28, 2019 5:38 pm
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2019 12:51 am

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.
So Will You? A Poem
Posted:Jul 28, 2019 4:43 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2019 4:32 am

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?
Make The World Of Difference A Poem
Posted:Jul 28, 2019 1:12 am
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2019 10:19 am

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.
My Venting Put His To Shame A Poem
Posted:Jul 27, 2019 11:50 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2019 8:33 am

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
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.
A Wishful Thinking Dream A Poem
Posted:Jul 27, 2019 11:31 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2019 4:00 pm

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.
To Those Still Hurting A Poem
Posted:Jul 27, 2019 11:06 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2019 12:51 am

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.
In The Interim. A Poem
Posted:Jul 27, 2019 1:20 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2019 11:52 pm

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.
My Mind Was Occupied A Poem
Posted:Jul 26, 2019 11:32 pm
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2019 10:32 pm

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.
Unpatchable A Poem
Posted:Jul 26, 2019 9:56 am
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2019 5:52 pm

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.
Me And My Fighting Brigade. A Poem
Posted:Jul 26, 2019 8:02 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2019 11:54 pm

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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