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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