She Will Not Be There A Poem
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Posted:Jul 2, 2019 10:27 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2019 12:22 pm
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Do you remember her? She will not be there When you return. You left. Turned your back. Said you were moving on.
She was torn. She could have sworn There was more To what you two had. But she was wrong.
She cried herself to sleep A few days in a row. Then it got better The flow of tears Dwindled to once a week Now she barely thinks Of you at all. It is how time And healing works.
She is not there The woman You thought you left. She has more experience In which to judge. She would be a fool To act like nothing happened. But then fools and love Have been companions For many a millennium.
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Healing A Poem
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Posted:Jul 2, 2019 9:58 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2019 1:52 am
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Healing Written in 2017
Healing is necessary. It is not a precise thing It is individualized Like a flight plan That can hit turbulence.. On the way To a destination.
Scars oh yes! There can be Lots of them. Keloids can develop They are not so pretty. . You could cut them And see if they heal Any better It is a wonder How our skin can do that.
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Predicaments A Poem
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Posted:Jul 2, 2019 9:47 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2019 11:20 pm
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Predicaments Written in 2015
When going through life Would you advise, Someone pretend be another person? Someone who is wise And has many answers?
Would you say yourself "What would so and so do?" "How would so and so act?" Would this be the equivalent Of faking it til you make it? Or the idea of obtaining strength From someone else's prior struggles? "If they did it, so can you!" That could be the motto. That might be quite appropriate.
So that is the predicament In which I find myself, On a daily basis. I have not been there before I can use the knowledge of others To better go with the flow. Make better decisions Take better actions.
If I were to pretend to be Someone else Would that person approve? If it is me in the future With added knowledge I think she would Give the thumbs up. And say Hey! Nice to see you finally! I am glad you could make it.
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Spare The Reader A Poem
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Posted:Jul 2, 2019 9:24 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2019 1:53 am
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I know he read One of my books He thought it simple And rather sad In it's sentiment. What can I say It was the subject Of infatuation And rejection.
I should read my own work And see how one infatuation And rejection compares To my newest chapter.
I could write a whole Other volume! Don't you know! But I will spare the record From being broken Spare the reader From finding the subject Repetitive and boring. Now if I can learn The trick of history Not repeating itself.
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To Be Happy For Him A Poem
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Posted:Jul 2, 2019 1:18 am
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2019 9:47 pm
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It is a lot to ask of me To be happy for him He found someone else More to his liking. I did not know He would wield a shovel To my gut when he said This was the person He had been looking for For the last five years I was what? I guess the answer Is nothing much.
How can I be happy For someone who until Last week Was the man I wanted To be with Who I dreamt about Who I loved kissing And touching And so much more Who thought that all Immaterial When someone he said Was more suitable Came along?
How can I be happy For him when he Basically took A stake to my heart? I was considered now Just persona non grata.
I may get to a place Of acceptance. But wish for His happiness? I am not a saint. I may say I am happy for you To him in a text message But I am saying to myself Go pump sand!
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A Rant About Men A Poem
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Posted:Jul 1, 2019 11:35 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2019 8:07 am
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So many men They blur into one. One big oaf Or perhaps that is me How I look to them.
I want to be positive That some man Can fall from the heavens. Or has broken the mold That might as well Be moldy bread. They are all worth less Than the price You pay for them.
Men, men, men Will saying it three times Make a chant That can be like A witches incantation Perhaps I should enlist Their services. For wishes have proven Futile and fruitless.
Well that is not correct. I have been the joke Of some colossal hoax Some reverse divine providence In that men have done So much that I did not want.
My wishes discarded like A styrofoam cup. But they are still there Somewhere not broken down As they are not biodegradable. My wishes live on! But forgotten in a landfill.
Maybe I scare them away Maybe I am too intense Maybe I am something They are not looking for? Well excuse me! I am not perfection! Neither are they. I can deal with a little ding And a little dent Sorry if my assets Have less value Because of use and age. But still I have something to offer By way of a heart That has room. The last occupant Having left of his own accord I would have preferred More notice But what would have been the use? Gone he was still going.
Men do your damnedest! That is the past tense. But on going to the present. But it is not any gift Worth having. It is like a curse Is there somewhere a voodoo doll With my name on it? I wonder who conjured it? Did I do them wrong And forget? I highly doubt it. I think it is just being a female Being a woman. We are always the one Taking shit. Maybe if it were more like candy We could get to like it. But that would be foolish And eventually toxic. Good for a garden But not for immediate consumption.
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Good Morning Smile A Poem
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Posted:Jul 1, 2019 10:38 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2019 8:10 am
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Good Morning Smile Written in 2015
Good Morning sweetness. How are you today? Did you sleep soundly? Was it restful? Hopefully no nightmares woke you. And your dreams were of the pleasant variety.
Good Morning And I so do mean that darling. I want that feeling for you. I want you to stretch. Breathe in the morning air. Smile at the sun! Saying you are glad he is there.
I wish for you a day With many more smiles. At least many more than frowns. And please darling, Let others get the feeling If it is indeed contagious. If it is at all possible. For more smiles are always Welcome.
And lastly darling When the day is winding down. When the sun is saying it's goodbye for the day Think of me, And what we could be doing. And I hope that brings a smile again. Or if not, I have one to lend. For you bring many smiles to my Which I hope will never end.
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Lived To Tell About It A Poem
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Posted:Jul 1, 2019 10:14 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2019 3:29 am
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Lived Tell About It Written in 20
So I can make it If I try. I came to This conclusion But it took A while. It was not overnight.
If I work Just hard enough I can figuratively Reach the sky You could say That is the limit And you would Be right.
Much like Dorothy The answer was Within me All along. I am not in Kansas Nor have I Ever been And I surely Have not been to Oz. I just experienced life No real tornadoes Just near misses That I lived To tell about. And so I shall.
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The Cold Is Appropriate A Poem
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Posted:Jul 1, 2019 8:15 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2019 3:49 am
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It's too cold in here. The air conditioning on high . I am wondering if I should Get up and lower it Or just turn it off.
I am chilled. I am sure I have goose pimples On various parts of my body Good thing I have pants And a long sleeved shirt on Or it would be worse My teeth might be chattering.
Okay! Okay! I know I need to move To get that air conditioning At a better temperature. But the coldness Really seems appropriate After the news I got The guy I was in love with Has moved on.
Yes, the cold is appropriate. So very appropriate. Tomorrow I will let the sun Warm me up. Wish me luck. That the day offers Warmth in other forms. My heart returning to normal.
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More To You. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 1, 2019 4:23 am
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2019 7:03 am
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Of course there is More to you For surely you are not One dimensional. You are complex Such a mix Of thoughts And feelings And experiences. The computations Requiring a machine So my thought processes In regard to you Doomed to failure As being inadequate. I cannot see All the parts And pieces And their mechanisms. My capacity for knowledge Of such Being limited.
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One's Own Worse Critic. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 1, 2019 4:08 am
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2019 7:06 am
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What do they think of me? Do I really want to know? Can I handle the truth If they speak of my faults?
Its probably no worse Than what I think of myself For that saying about Being one's own worse critic With me bears out.
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Stages And Relapses. A Poem
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Posted:Jul 1, 2019 4:00 am
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2019 7:07 am
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I would mark The time in hours Then days Pretty soon It will be a week. Since we parted ways.
I alternate between Pain and relief. It helps to write About my thoughts And feelings Recording so to speak The stages And conversely the relapses Of getting over him. When I want to send Him a message Hoping for a reconciliation. That saying I ain't too proud to beg Being tested.
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The Cost Of Love A Poem
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Posted:Jun 30, 2019 10:04 pm
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2019 9:42 pm
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I can't afford love. It is just too gosh Darn expensive. The cost too high When it goes awry. The repair bill To my heart massive.
But what should I do instead Live like a poor wretch Destitute of love Bereft of it's benefits? The endorphins! The nurturing The comfort The excitement The anticipation Of interactions. The whole of it's dimensions.
When it implodes Like a building During demolition How does one recover? How does one start again? How does one erect a new edifice? Brick by brick Or prefab cement poured With steel beams To make it strong?
It could be the most beautiful Thing you had ever seen But if it is damaged If it is no longer useful It's purpose obsolete. Demolition is it's fate.
Can I afford to be The builder And the wrecking crew? Ready with the tools Of each phase? What a construction company I would need! But it would only be me. And I have to face it I can overextend Over spend my budget Not knowing where more funds Will come from. I am not made of money . But I am made of feelings And emotions Muscles, blood and bones Organs that connect everything. My heart included. The builder in me Will use all of this And with my bare hands With my bare soul A love will be erected Or torn down. I have to accept the cost. As being a human in love.
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