Beautiful men are a breed truly rare
Different than handsome, or merely fair
Beautiful men
Get me tingling
A dimpling in my smiles
🌸Blush🌸
Beautiful men
It’s not how they look
It’s something within

I love my poems
I cannot help but feel they are
BRILLIANT
Rationally
The sane part of me
Knows they’re high
Mediocre
But the dream part of me
Wishes the word could see
The BRILLIANCE
Of my poetry
Maybe it will someday  
After I’ve written so many
A huge anthology
Upon which experts agree
Is BRILLIANT poetry
In my hopes and dreams
That’s how it’s gonna be
Long after I’m dead
My great-great grandkids are gonna be
So **** proud of me

I look to you for nourishment
Your presence feeds my soul
You are like grain
So unassuming
Yet absolutely vital
Soul nourishment
I don’t think you even know
You’re doing it

Is it fear
Of the fuzzy person
Trying to make herself clear?
Or perhaps disdain
Of the persistent poet
Putting worms in your brain
Or maybe complete disinterest
Like a forced exercise
When you want to rest
Or maybe it’s really funny to you
Watching some dummy play the fool
Because you are just that cool
To reach on in to your woman pool
And draw out something better
Than anything I could do
Are you waiting for me to disappear
Or somehow be more clear
I couldn’t have tried any harder
I’ve got only words
With which I can barter
But what good will it do
To speak lovingly to you
Through the internet
Far and near
When I’m trying to talk
To deaf ears

He is my amnesia boyfriend
C’mon
You know that guy
You know you used to love him
But you can’t remember why

It was too **** long
I skipped ahead
Saw I didn’t miss much
All those words to say nothing
I realize that it’s such
A shame
**** doesn’t rhyme
With much

All that **** wrong with you
Well, I see that too
What’s a girl supposed to do
When she sees the blue
And somehow
It’s the perfect hue

I am not the type to build up your ego
With false praise and compliments
I don't go out of my way
To accomodate
Your issues or irrational concerns
I won't play mind games
Or accept them from you
It seems that's what you are used to
You hesitate before you speak
Judging what you'll say
And I can't help but think
Liars do it that way
But also
Maybe
It could be
You're used to being inauthentic
Because you needed to be
I suppose in time I'll see

It hurts to be missing out on you
It hurts me that you’re missing out on me
Too
I did all I could do
I’m happy that it doesn’t hurt you
I wish for you
A new sun that’s blue
To bring joy and joy and joy to you

Losing
Both in front
And behind
What you didn’t know you didn’t have
You never will find
What you had and let go
Lost throughout time
Before you had good sense to see
The treasure it be
Losing’s done so cheaply
But it is never free

All of the stories are about the exceptional
Half are better
Half are worse
But nobody is interested
In the mediocre
Which is ironic
Since most of us can identify

Should I take it personally
Knowing that you
Don’t want to know me
You’ve got your reasons
Valid and real
I do not possess universal appeal
I can’t question your judgement
I think you’re great
Whether or not
You want me on your plate
I stand aside
Offering a bounty
From which you don’t want to feed
And for now
Alone I eat
Which has to be
Enough for me

I have yet to master the talent of
Holding my tongue

Maybe you haven’t changed at all
You might always have been this way
And now I’m just noticing it
Because I’m taking it personally
And I’ve got to realize
The person you are
Has nothing to do with me

We can rely on each other
Take from me
What you lack
I give it so willingly
And you give to me
What you have in abundance
Back
And then forward we be
Or sideways sometimes
Whichever way
On a brand new day
Leaning, then leading
Leaving, then greeting
Ignoring, then heeding
Giving, then pleading
Numbness, then feeling
From floor to the ceiling
All through every corner
And cranny and nook
Illuminate, and take a look
Spiders scatter
Cobwebs cleaned
We can rely on each other
Take this from me

You are leaving
Fine
Go
But your announcement about it
Must've been painful
When you had to note
Nobody noticed
Your micro tantrum
About how you're going away
Forever
And maybe a day
Not one measly comment
Asking you to stay
I suppose that explains why
You're done with this place
Goodbye, lonely one
Be on your way

It must be something
I can’t even name
Never before feeling
That
Makes me still want you
When you’re wearing that dorky hat

I cannot imagine a ten year old American
Today
Excited to watch a 1970s episode of
“The Price is Right”
But the average American
From 7 to old age
Found that show riveting in the 1970s
It’s only fault was it priced average items
Way too high
People had to guess the price of a jar of
Peanut butter (or whatever)
And the “manufacturer suggested retail”
Was always way higher than what it
Actually cost at the store
It’d be a trip to watch those shows now
And see how cheap things used to be
In the seventies
Even when they were pricing it as high
As they could

You want to focus on minutiae
Who said what
And in what way
Each word picked apart
And thrown
In the middle
Overblown
You want to continue down this road
Bickering all the way
Sorry buddy, It's not my thing
Imma leave, and you can stay

There is no such thing as
Bringing a relationship
Back from the dead
Attempts at resuscitation
Will only result
In more frustration
Holding on
Hoping for change
According to Einstein
Makes you deranged
And he was pretty smart

I came with the perfect poem in my head
But I used a new phone, as my old one is dead
And the process of getting to writing the poem
Made it get lost in my head
But I came here to write a poem
And write a poem
I shall
About all the brilliance
Turned into vapor
Between the thought
And commitment to paper

He walks so far away
Distance
Yesterday and today
Tomorrow
Maybe he will see
One would think that would be up to me
Make myself known, flail about
Jump up and down
Scream and shout
Amid the crowd
Millions of kitties
Pulling up shirts
And showing off *******
I got ******* too
But my brain is
So much more beautiful
Like most things that are hard to see
You gotta pay attention to notice the beauty

I am at a magic “show”
Predictable and boring
With the audience somehow transfixed
I cannot leave
I becomes a we
Stuck in the magic show
So many still believe

Mr. Fair Weather
He’s there whenever
Things are going your way
But soon rain will come
And that ***** ***
Will go find someone
Having a sunny day

I want to entice you
Into complicit
When we fit it
Where it should be
As seen from afar by me

Shall I write you poetry?
What is it you need to see
That would make you want to know me?

You could disappear today
A part of you will always stay
In the poems that you inspired
Nothing further is required
For longevity
Pretty feelings
Set in stone
Stay there even when you’re gone

I wish I could say that he took me for granted
But he took me for nothing at all
His disinterest would have been legendary
If there was a measure for how much someone don’t want to see
I got on my knees
Said lots of pleas
Asked for help from a God I don’t truly believe
Wrote a whole lot of poetry
Shared lots of music, too
Tried everything I could think to do
He didn’t appreciate even one bit
Nothing ever to come of it
That’s his right
No hard feelings
All my might, I tried
Never got one toe inside
Nothing granted
Except this free ride
Round and round
On the invisible train
To nowhere town

Bedrock that did not cover the roots
Otherwise impossible
Except in
You

She told me to pray
It is some kind of cure-all
At least according to some
Who suffer through whatever it is
While praising the one
They think gave it to them
Because He can take it away
If they only remember to pray
Wouldn't it be perfect
If it really worked that way?
Maybe if God was a girl
We'd get a lot more of what we're asking
Clearly we need a God
Better at multitasking

So many things without which
Would be a big deal
Assumed
Reliably
What could anyone hope for
More than necessity?

It means more
Than you give it credit for
It gives you space
You give it space
Which equals time
Standing in place
In all this space

Your reaction to fear is silence
And you’re almost always so
And when you ever do speak
You make sure to say lots of nothing
Though
You want to pretend you’re cool
And for us to believe you’re strong
And lots may be fooled forever
I stayed that way for too long
But now that I’ve seen through the charade
I pass by the fool who is too **** afraid
But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t stop in to get laid

Add in a little fear
Stir
Watch the machine take it up
Put a little in every cup
See the motor
Start to churn
Notice who hasn’t taken their turn
Push and **** them on your way
Tease, cajole, and have your say
This is progress
Babe
And you will thank me
One day

It is a mission
Just to get there
Acknowledgment

I watched you lose him
It took all of a second
A flash of a smile
Dimpled and sweet
He took to it
Like a dog to meat
It’s a good thing
Dogs are so otherwise
Adorable
And give such special treats

Every life leads to
Something bigger than
The sum of the parts
Tissues, fluids
Meat, bones
Kids
Creations
Art
What is left
Is rarely nothing
We live on
Somehow
The lucky ones

You’re supposed to be cooler than this
Either turn it on
Or dismiss
It doesn’t have to end in a kiss
But it should be more, or less,  than this

((I say these things in vain
I’ll surely be back here
Begging again)

Am I taking pieces of you
For my own use
When I write you in my poetry?
And if I do
Do I at least
Leave a piece of me?
I feel like the lucky one
To have such a spectacular muse
But I ain’t no slouch
When  it comes to poetry
You got lucky
To be the muse
Of a pretty good poet
Like me
The spectacular muse
With the pretty good poet
There’s no telling what that could be
But it will be written
And thus
A part of our history

Is it alright
If I imagine you
Sweaty and ****?
Do I have your permission
To pretend you’re positioned
On top of my body
And under me, too?
Can I lick all over you?
In my ***** ***** mind
You taste so salty
And feel so **** fine
Do you mind
What I do to you in my mind?  
Bumping, rocking, forceful grind
I’m taking advantage of you
Using your body
Tasting your sweet
Tenderizing your meat
In my fantasy
You’re doing the same to me
If you do not disagree
In my imagination
That’s how it will be
You making it hot and heavy
With me

I wonder what it’s like to write a poem that trends
For weeks and weeks on end
People rolling their eyes
Thinking “this again!”
“Why in the heck does that poem still trend?”
And then, of course
It becomes a pain
For even the author
To try to justify
Why this poem keeps trending so high  
As much as it’s cool to be recognized
I don’t think I’d like it
Sustained
Nobody wants to stick around so long
That they become a pain

He is the man who
Makes me feel
At times
On the brink of insanity
Mind flutter
Even morphs
Expands and
Flips chaotic
He is on the swinging trapeze
Perfect rhythm
To catch whenever
He swings back around my way
And signals me to jump

Whispers are most interesting
To patient ears

I have no grief over what never was
Or what I wished to be
There surely is something wonderful
Still in store for me

I know an old lady who swallowed a fly
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly
Perhaps she’ll die
She stayed far away from spiders, though
When something don’t taste right
Old ladies tend to know

If you search for tenderness
It isn’t hard to find
You can have the love you need to live
But if you look for truthfulness
You might just as well be blind
It always seems to be so hard to give
Honesty
Is such a lonely word
Everyone is so untrue
Honesty
Is hardly ever heard
And mostly what I need from you
I can always find someone
To say they sympathize
If I wear my heart out on my sleeve
But I don’t want some pretty face
To tell me pretty lies
All I want is someone to believe
…

She leaves a part of who she is
Everywhere she goes
Her true face she shows
To everyone she knows

Can you tell when I bow to the crowd?
Cheesy crap I said out loud
Just to say something
With nothing to say
I musta needed attention that day
I see them now
And cringe inside
Though the crowd seems to love it
I suppose from myself
I cannot hide
Nor can I rise above it

I bang my drum
Quietly
Words on a page
Music you see
🎶🎼🎵

I did learn a lesson
In case you were wondering
Not that it will bring you back around
Or change anything
The lesson learned
Is only applicable
To the rare situation
That happens to involve you
I think you mighta paid a price
For me to learn that lesson, too
Someday I may
Get the chance at thanking you