Sitting in your chair by fire's light reading poems you wrote.
Your words sparked memories of unforgettable shared times.
I was taken back to the night you sat near the warm hearth...
in diaphanous gown.....writing on delicate parchment paper.

My mind captured that lovely vision of you lit by fire's light.
I was always envious of that secret journal you were keeping.
I wanted to violate your privacy & read your secret thoughts.
Never did & never would....I have your journal in safe place.

Found humor in your poem.....wasn't intended to be flippant.
I found the sheer genius of your words my gorgeous love.
Your words never fail to weave amazingly crafted.....
heart felt & thought provoking stanza in the key of life.

I love you Pet & I'm deeply flattered you wrote a poem to me Betty Ponder

It's Sunday....sitting in the chair you had to have.
Staring at my favorite portrait of you on the wall.
Never will it be moved until your request love.
This chair will always be a sweet reminder of you.

Betty Ponder, even your pics leave me breathless...
I loved having you on & in my arms.  

Sitting in the same chair where you fell asleep...
me reading my own versions of bedtime stories.
Same chair, me watching through half closed eyes..
you seductively dancing & singing sexily for me.

Feeling a thirst only your presence can quench...
smiling & remembering.
So ****** adorable & completely irresistible...
loved carrying you to bed.

You are sugar, spicy & everything right in life.
You are excitement I never knew I desired.
You brought me happiness beyond expectations.
I love you so much & always will!

My belief in holy matrimony...
depends on you my gorgeous Pet.
Waking to find you gone brought
tears to eyes that rarely cry.
I'm sitting here...looking at your portrait.
Staring at a ring...nestled in an antique box.
Inherited courtesy of Gram's will.
Same ring I placed on your finger....
after kissing you...under moonlit sky.
I never married...never seriously dated.
Why? Never found anyone like you.
You are the one I can never forget.
You are the one that stole my heart
without trying.
You are the love of my life
and always will be.
Would I ask you Ms. Betty Ponder
to marry me again?
Without a doubt I would.
My dreams are always of you.







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It's called great at writing poetry
for a reason.
I want to feel something when I read a poem.
Not good at writing but I know a
great one when I read it.
Poetry is about writing about feelings
and what hurts or makes you happy.
You can write blah blah words
but a real poet makes people feel
with what they write
like you do in your poems.
A good poem has problems
that sometimes need solving.
A good poem makes the
reader want to know more
about the author.
Difference between a good poet
and a bad one is:
Great poetry tells a story
and makes you feel something.
Bad poetry is blah blah blah words.
Flowery words are nice
but great poetry it's not.
That's how I feel about poetry.
I said I wasn't gonna be like
the other dudes and write
about you.
Feel like a hypocrite but it's all good.
I read a lot of poems on this site
some garbage and most good.
Read some who give instructions
on how to write poems.
That's one persons opinion only.
Here is mine:
I would say that you
Ms. Betty Ponder
are one of the best at writing
poetry and words.

To my ex and all the women who turned
their noses up at me when I was waiting
to be called back to my job.
Losing my job weeded out the fakes.
As my old man would say, "Real friends stick
with you through thick and thin."
My old man was right.

Not seeking anything from you except
becoming friends.
I got my old job back two weeks ago.
I'm not seeking money had generous savings.
I'll have my benefits back but didn't lose 401k.
My home is P.I.F. .
Don't get me wrong I have friends.
I outgrew most of them because
they didn't grow mentally with me.
Not saying they *******.
They got no interests in traveling beyond
our small community.
Reading your posts know you can relate to that,
They are nothing like you and I like that.

I want what the others have with you.
I want someone warm like as my friend.
I want someone I can kick it with on line.
I want someone fun like you in my life.
I want to be a part of your inner circle.
I can't send messages or comment on Google+.
I would love to be a part of discussions.
You don't allow adding on your Facebook.
That's all good.

I will give you all you need to have me
checked out with a P.I. if you want.
I'm harmless and I've never served time
behind bars.
I loved reading your poem about Vets.
I'm a Vet. but never fought a war.
Left the military but I served my county.
What would be great is
to chat with you on messenger.

What I know is:
I can't be a chicken **** if I want to get to know you.
It worked for T. Stevens Ms. Betty Ponder.

I'm keeping my word.
Did not post this on Valentine's Day.
If I could find a card that sums up my feelings,
I'd buy it and one for each year I've known you.
Never thought my cold heart could change.
Happened when I met wonderful you.
I had closed my heart and given up on love.
You know my story, no need to post the whys.
Seeing your picture in the paper years age
compelled me to go to see that play.,
You were dancing and singing your heart out.
You were the short one with gorgeous face
dancing harder than any at front row center.  
I sat in my seat and could not look away.
After show mingle found you
felt sad when I lost sight of you.
Bought tickets for every night of the show
just to hear you and see you again.    
Destiny made your friend Jana my neighbor.
Day we met I was tongued tied, you knew it.
Thankful you weren't shy.
You asked me to meet you for a walk.
Place has changed but it's still there.
The day we walked and talked was the day
heart melted and you blew me away.
I visit all the places we shared time together.
The night we went to P. Reef lounge
and danced until last call still felt surreal.
Neither one of us had been drinking.
That night I knew I'd fallen head over
heels in love with you Betty Ponder.
I still am.
No pressure BUT
Hoping you accept my invite
to meet me you know where.
No ring in pocket this time.
I do so swear and promise. : )