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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Peral Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2019 12:58 am

"It's Peral."

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:Mar 23, 2019 8:12 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 per 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.
A Worthy Pursuit A Poem
Posted:Jun 16, 2019 10:57 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2019 4:44 am

Reach me!
Touch me!
A phrase which evokes
The g from
The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
With Janet and her beau.
Which made me
Google the g
And the lyrics.
I am not sure
I am seeking
The same thing
As I want a sapiosexual connection.
I want my mind touched
Not just my body.
Is that too much to ask?
The answer seemingly
Is most definitely.

We can't always get what we want.
Another phrase that conjures
Up a g.
What do they have in common?
Finding a creature that can offer
What I need
A connection of the mind
As well as the body.
Is it a pursuit worthy?
Or a case of improbable odds
That is bound
To be a loss?
Have I Done The Same? A Poem
Posted:Jun 16, 2019 10:33 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2019 9:38 am

In the coming days
I will need to make
A choice.
Whether to keep
Seeing him
Or cut the cord.

I enjoy his company.
He and I get along well.
But if he cannot
Bring himself
To a higher level
I will have to let go.

People can build
Upon dates together
And time spent.
I know he has grown
On me very much
In sense.
But have I him?

Have I wormed my way
Into his heart?
I have been taking things
Very slow and easy.
Not moving by leaps
And bounds.

I think of him
In almost every waking hour
And he probably features
In my dreams
Just as prominently.

It stands to rea
into my heart
He has found a place.
For he has done
So many nice things.
But and here lies
The question
Have I done the same?
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A Hot Shower A Poem
Posted:Jun 16, 2019 10:20 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2019 4:39 am

I told him I took a shower.
He said oh that sounds !
Indeed it was!
For the temperature
Was not cold at all.
But I did not tell him
What else went on.
Perhaps if he reads this
He will find .

I used the shower head
That detachable hand held
Magic wand that it is!
I fantasized a bit.
I will not tell you
What that entails.
Suffice it say.
It was something
That turns me on.
Something that I have seen
In movies
But never experienced.
Ah! that leaves
Any present or past lovers.
What can I say?
My mind works
In mysterious ways.
Luckily my body responds
And I get orgasm
As today was the case!
Intangible Present A Poem
Posted:Jun 16, 2019 9:59 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2019 4:48 am

He wanted to be the first
To wish me a Happy Birthday!
Indeed his was the first greeting
As the clock struck midnight.
I appreciated his attention
To such a detail.
It made me feel special.

There might not be
A tangible present.
But this giving of wishes
This writing of his
That produced a fantasy
Of a birthday date
Is ever so precious.
The thoughtfulness
So appreciated.
I can hope
It is duplicated.

I will leave that thought
For those who
Shape destinies.
Gods or spirits
That may lead
Us human beings.
With hints
And hypnotic suggestions.
Tiredness A Poem
Posted:Jun 16, 2019 9:52 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2019 4:49 am

I lost the day
To tiredness.
Like many another
That prefaced it.
It takes a toll
Deficits can add up.
Sleep deprivation
Makes us lag behind
Like a leg that is limp.

I wonder if a massage
And maybe a bath
Will ease the aches
I don't want to resort
To artificial means
To dull the pain.
But I may take
A muscle relaxer
Or an ibuprofen.
This might do the trick
The sleep that follows
And recuperative.
Twinge Of Jealousy A Poem
Posted:Jun 16, 2019 3:37 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2019 8:33 pm

It is not an
All out pleasant feeling.
I have some reservations.
I don't want some folks
To feel jealous.
When I have a rendezvous.
But what can I do?
I have my life to live.

I know they might just be
Happy for me.
Happy that I am doing
Something that makes
Me happy
For the moment.
Not taking away
That they could
Be doing the same thing.

I can feel that twinge
That twinge of jealousy
When I am feeling
That I can do nothing
And remain alone
Dejected and neglected.

It is a switch blade
In a sense.
Useful in some cases
When it is used
To cut something necessary
But then can be turned
On oneself causing pain.
Wicked Turned On A Poem
Posted:Jun 15, 2019 11:21 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2019 3:26 pm

He said I was all smiley.
As I looked at him.
He knew what
I wanted.
It was apparent.

I made gliding touches
Across his hands
And then I worked
My way to his shirt
To his furry chest.

I let out a little mmmmm
Indicating my arousal.
I really could not help it.
I once asked him
What he thought about
This habit of mine
He said it meant
He was doing
Something right.

How correct he was!
How indicative of my
Needs and wants!
It is an indication
That I am
Wicked turned on!

My smiley face
My affectionate touches
My little murmurs.
It all adds up
To being
Wicked turned on!
Wish Today Was Still Yesterday A Poem
Posted:Jun 15, 2019 10:50 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2019 3:25 pm

I wish today
Was still yesterday
It would mean
You would still
Be with me
Instead of
An hour away.

The time we shared
It was so easy
As well as fun
At times exciting
And others comforting.
Quite the mix
But all so pleasant.

You know when you go
When you walk
Out the door.
I feel a sense of dejection
Knowing I will miss you
Miss your presence
And all it encompasses.

Can I say it enough?
How much I crave
Your kisses
And your touch?
I don't want to overwhelm
And make you feel
Like I am smothering.
So I only admit this
Wanting and need
Every other day.
Although I think of it
Almost constantly.

I wish today
Were still yesterday.
What we would be doing!
Ah that would re-affix
The smile on my face .
It has been replaced
In your absence
With what amounts to
A straight line
And on occasion
A frown.
My happiness
Seemingly intertwined
With your presence.
Singularity Of Purpose A Poem
Posted:Jun 14, 2019 1:32 am
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2019 10:07 pm

He has a singularity.
His singularity of purpose.
When he has something
He wants to do
Something he wants to accomplish.

I would ask how he does it.
He would probably be perplexed.
One just does
He might even say.

When he puts his mind to it.
He is focused.
He fights distractions
Like a knight in a joust.
Take that you opponent.
You have been defeated
So now get out!

This ability to do
What needs to be done.
How I imagine
His sexual prowess
With a woman.
How he would make sure
Of her pleasure
That she should
Have an orgasm.
Then he would see to himself
For he has learnt
To be selfish
As a second thought
When making love.

His singularity of purpose
It comes in handy
When he is pursuing
An objective
In the case of lovemaking
It is pleasure.
Second, third and first.
The order whatever works.

Now if two partners
Have this purpose
What can they achieve?
That is the question!
Oh yes! Yes indeed!
It would be something
Giving and receiving
Equal activities.
An Activity Worthwhile A Poem
Posted:Jun 14, 2019 1:07 am
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2019 10:38 pm

We shared some things
About our pasts.
His about his marriage
How it started
And how it has lasted.
That part very much
Needed an ending
So he could find
Something akin to happiness
Instead of the misery
That he has been enduring.

I told him about how
I have been treated.
How I have not had
Anyone I could consider
A love interest
That reciprocated
In ages.
It makes for a sadness
And loneliness
Which he said he could
Easily understand.

We can be friends.
We can be there
To support each other
We both appreciate
Kindness and caring
Add in sexual banter.
I will take this
As a sign of life
That needs attention.
We will be such attendants
An activity worthwhile
For it's many benefits.
Reference To His Wonderful Fantasy A Poem
Posted:Jun 13, 2019 11:59 pm
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2019 7:54 am

The night needed marking
For it's significance.
I couldn't let it go
Without making a reference
To the wonderful fantasy
Someone wrote for me.
He was detailed
And specific.
He made it coincide
With my birthday
The fantasy containing
His making a dinner
Not sure if that was
The main course
Or what followed
By nature.

It made for a night
That was lonely to start
And a mood that was gloomy
To one with many smiles
And laughs
As I imagined his scenario.
Ah to have such an afficiando!
Much much closer
Then we could make real
And then add material
To writings in the future.

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