Another day of long hours ahead  for me

Good morning gorgeous!

Read your full disclosure and I admire you even more.
Whoever said all creative people suffer from manic or
clinical depression was out of their minds because you don't.
You prove you don't need to be depressed to write.
Like the you don't smoke and you are no ******.
You are careful what you put in your body
I know you don't do drugs.  
The more I get to know about you the more the butterflies
in my stomach tell me I'm right.
You read that part right.
I still have butterflies when I think of you
but at the same time I feel at ease when we on net chat.
Big confession coming up.
I've always wanted someone like you in my life.
A woman who's gorgeous, highly intelligent, has her
**** together, doesn't cake on make up, has confidence,
loves herself and life, laughs at life and herself, doesn't bore
the hell out of me with drama and much more.
Quite frankly I've always wanted a woman
other women hate and she makes them feel insecure.
That's the woman that has confidence and can
enter a room alone without being self-conscious.
That's how I know you're the woman for me.
Your stalker has been freed but you are not in hiding
I commend you for taking your power back.
I'm guessing you are set to stand your ground if necessary.
I mentioned your name and they know of you
mainly from what they've heard from friends.
Hope you don't mind they did a Google search.
I didn't tell them we were dating it's how my parents are.
They can tell when I'm interested in a lady.
With your images on screen my dad agrees
with me. You are gorgeous!
My mom said "I haven't seen anything
that lovely in a long time!"
My folks have unprejudiced hearts like  me
and yourself and would love meeting you.
Bringing them out to hear you when you
tell me you will be singing.
Hoping you will feel more at ease with my parents
sitting at the table and we finally have a real life
conversation longer than me telling
you how amazing your singing is.
Hope your meeting with your producer went well.
You venturing out in bad weather speaks volumes
about your dedication to what you do.  
The more I know about you Betty Ponder
the hungrier I am to learn more.
I have no doubt you would never keep me
waiting for an hour for lack of something to wear.


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Good morning gorgeous!

You asked me why I broke up with her.
I've been thinking about what to say without sounding
like a disrespectful ****.
Like you I've discovered it's easier to figure it out
if you write it down.
You're seeking and respect honesty so here goes.
I could not get you out of my head yesterday
and went to bed thinking about you last night.
I watched Tyson peck at the wood branch in his cage.
He bit me like the one he's named after bit Holyfield.
He loses interest in toys I buy him in minutes.  
Reminds me of my ex she was the same way.
She never listened when I spoke and it was like I never did.
I lost patience with her due to her always being late.
Last time I took her out she was an hour late
with no good reason but couldn't decide what to wear.
She was adult but felt like I was involved with a immature kid.
Plus she's impulsive in a bad way.
She used the cards I let her use for emergencies
to gamble online, bought online and hid what she didn't need
and took her friends who were immature like her
out on the town at my expense.
Drove me nuts because she had difficulty paying attention.
Sometimes love isn't enough to over come her kind
of deafness or her thinking it fun to put aluminum
foil in microwaves.
She was the queen of drama and procrastination.
Her place was always disorderly and she swore to me
when we met she was a neat freak.
I don't mind a little daily life messes it happens.
Her chronic lateness made it a last straw.
On the night I was to introduce to my folks
she was late and they left my home without meeting her.
It's been over two years since I ended the misery
of her in my life but she's still bitter.
Unlike you she's stuck in hate mode and will
be there until someone else buys her
lies and manipulations.
Could say more but I believe you will
see the full picture.

I wrote this for you Betty Ponder.
I know you know it's about you. : )

I froze my *** off filling my tank yesterday.
Me and Tyson are watching early morning news.
Still **** at poetry writing but getting better.
I logged on to Google+ to see your new pic in color.
You look great in black and white on your profile btw.
You are so ****** gorgeous and thoughts
of you make my heart leap and keep me very warm.
I heard another siren five minutes ago.
I'm staying at home to work from my home office.
I went to whattalking and saw the enlargements
of your face then printed out your pictures.
No copyright violations intended and please don't sue. : )
Your gorgeous face is now my desktop theme.
My heart is leaping and I have butterflies in my stomach
thinking about you and seeing your pics Betty Ponder.

Poem thief can have my poems if it means you continue to share pieces of you.
Joined this site to get to know you and will not stay here if you go away.
Not into twitter or myspace but will join to be near you and hope you don't mind.
I pray you allow me to be part of your crowd on your private Facebook.
You inspired me to write poetry and to get better at what's difficult for me.
I don't smoke cigarettes to calm my nerves or drink ***** to numb a man's pain.
Admitting I'm a grown *** man reading your leaving comments and about to cry.
You affect more lives than you realize Betty Ponder and I glad you shared about you.
The one who steals poems can steal this one too it will mean more will know my feelings.
Glad that I got to read the pieces of you that you cared to share.
I posed a how do you know question to my parents about knowing if it's love.
Answer was when a person leaves your life and it makes you feel like
you can't breath and you get extremely sad when they leave and you want to
swallow your pride and get down on your hands and knees and beg them not to go.
I'm sad thinking you are leaving and I wont get to read pieces of you but still
got butterflies in my stomach thinking of you and want to beg you not to go.
I kid you not. You are the best of the best of all poets on this site and it's a ****** shame
you removed a lot of your fantastic poems they were the best of the best on this site.

Risk taker and I'd risk more if you trust me with your kind heart.
I read poems this morning and wonder how anyone could be so mean.
I like what I like and know who I like nobody should worry about me.
I don't feel used, abused or the fool for seeking out who I like.
If I'm lucky and have the pleasure of getting to know you better in the real,
I would feel happy and honored and it would be what I want.
What you want is important to me so no hurry on meeting.
I'll be spending time getting to know what you care to share.
Would be my pleasure to gift you a ton of presents and sit
with you and watch your face as you open all.
It would also be nice to spend time with you in a cabin sharing
time reading the real Christmas story from the good book.
Whatever makes you happy and at ease makes me happy.
I learned something from posting all the poems about you.
If I want you to know it's about you, I must post your name.
This one is about and for you and hope to get to know you Betty Ponder.

Someone said I'm a so so writer and I'm not that good.
The words didn't offend me and I'm working at improving.
Here's the short list of what I'd like to do with and for you.
I embrace words most need to look up and love when you use them.
Sit back and read this poem I wrote and hope you like.

I'd like you to walk beside me enjoying the view from the pier.
I know you have difficulties walking without pain
so we take it slow and stop as much as you required.
I'd like to talk to you for hours using intelligent words.
I'd like to gift you long love poetry written on parchment paper.
I'd like you to write poetry for me using a King's English.
I LOVE it when you use words found in a thesaurus!
I like the way you make poetry writing easy breezy.
I'd like to get to know you better face to face and use our words.
I've heard you speak and I love hearing the sound of your voice.
I would love it if you called me and said you want to hear me breath.
I'd like you to write and sing a song just for me one day.  
I'd like to know your favorite perfume and gift it to you.
I'd like you to paint a portrait of me and I'd hang it on my wall.
I'd like to know what you do when you're off net.
I wont follow you around town to discover where you go.
I'd like to know your secrets if you wanted to share them.
I'd like to know your favorite foods and prepare them for you.
I read words and know you like being read to and would like to
read works by your favorite authors to you under a shade tree.
I'd like to build a time machine for you to go back in time
to before you lost trust and faith in all men not to hurt you.
I like your long poems and love we share a love of big and small words.
You could be the bird in the D.H. Lawrence poem called "Self-pity"
I like how you inspire me to keep writing poetry and to get better at it.

I just read a poem by a young person who says she's eighteen.
I don't like sadness and her words made me not want to be on this site.
How can you criticize anyone who using words you personally don't like?
I've read poem I don't like but I keep negative comments to myself
and never write comments that make people feel bad about what they write.
There's something twisted in writing poems about hating what people write.
There's only a few types of people in the world and I wont be one who puts
others down for expressing feelings using big or small words.

I'm hoping you have no doubts I'm writing this to and about you. : )
Thank you for finally letting me know you know I'm alive.
Just thinking about talking to you makes the butterflies go crazy.
My heart beats then skips a beat when I see you around town and I
swear it's strictly by accident. I'm not actively following you around.
I haven't been to sleep because I'm up thinking about you
but not in the sick and twisted Bardo way of stalking then killing.
I haven't been searching for your address or where you hang
out like that anonymous lunatic posting that on Craigslist forum.
I still want your phone number but only if you want to give it.
You asked the impossible melting snow against weatherman's
predictions and you got this hold over me like I never felt before.
Are you a keeper of  unworldly secrets of magic or someone who is
quite lovely and is just plain an extraordinarily special and gifted lady?
I'd like to discover that for myself if you would agree to meet me at
Little Bohemia it's aka Lil Bo's by us locals to hear a Jazz band.
It's a public place and I heard it through the grapevine you popped
in a few times but I can't say that's true, I wasn't there and it's hear say.
Person said you entered alone but didn't sing and it looked like
you were having a good time being a chatty patty and hearing the band.
The more I get to know about you lady the more I want to discover.
You got a wish and mine is not as impossible as yours I'm hoping.
I want in my life a lady like you who oozes confidence when she enters
a room and when she's being chatted up by complete strangers.
I will be in the parking lot watching the door and enter if you enter.
Hoping to see you Friday night and hoping to see that gorgeous smile.
Hoping you agree to meet me but if not I will keep on hoping for that.

Hope you're happy and wiser.
Hope you read one of my poems.
Hoped you would after our comment exchange.
No response from you on any of mine about you
tells me you never read any of my poems.
Hoped you would say hello to me by now.
Hoped you would be the one I would take on vacation.
Sorry if you are still scared to death of relationships.
Hope one day you realize not all men leave.
I hope you're not thinking I posted garbage about you.
Hope you read this one because it's about you.
Hope you know I'm not into head games.
Hope you realize I would never hurt you.
Hope you come to realize I'm alive and not
just anonymous guy who writes poems about you.
Some days I want to lose hope that you know I'm alive.

This is no personal ad so please don't apply - I'm thinking in print.
Number one on my list is to be happy - want delivered a soul mate.
Planned long vacation - want that interesting talk all night companion.
Got the dream house - now wanting for a non-anorexic doll like barbie.
Got the job I always wanted - want the perfect one to call mine and spoil.
Love hearing musical laughter - want unique person with sense of humor.
That's 5 of 20 things on my list of what I want for Christmas & life.  
I've been a good man most of my life and know I deserve a great woman.

Give me a break from nightmare shopping.
I called, they said they would hold items.
I go there and you say sorry you could not hold.
I'll be an online shopping fool so ***** local economy.

Easier to retell events by saying, "I have a friend" when I say friend it's me.
I have a friend who created a profile on a few sites. This one was for wanting
to get to know someone who writes poems but my friend is a not so good wannabe poet.
My friend is a good looking guy but with working on net  for hours he joined
Facebook because my friend has a busy life but wanted to friend and
chat with people while working who post little of those tmi headliners updates.
He joined Google plus adding interesting lady he likes to his circle.
He didn't break the law last Friday but met someone in a parking lot thinking
she was nice and maybe he was ready to throw in the towel on meeting the interesting one.
The goal was to **** butterflies he's got in his stomach he gets thinking of interesting lady.
He made a mistake giving out his cell phone number after a long talk
at dinner with the new lady he met and who asked him to dine and she insisted on paying.  
My friend wishes he'd figure out she was a Facebook friend who used a different name,
much younger pics and ones of others. She had been trolling the net stalking his profiles
and comments to figure out what he was seeking and what he wanted in a lady.  
He's now regretting his actions and feels dumb after learning Miss sneaky was a fake.
Miss Sneak Fake figured out pretty ****** fast which poet he was posting as.
His vm is full from all calls she's been making since they parted late Friday.
He's thankful he did not give in to her requests of seeing his place.
He prefers living with being patient and the butterflies in his stomach over that
one with fingers that wont quit dialing. He regrets believing she was normal.

Commercial's playing in office about A.D.D treatment drugs making
some boys grow female breats. What in the hell and what's up with that?
Yo FCC! Is better to have a freaking disease or embarrassing side affects?
Something took my mind off who I've been thinking about for weeks,
even if it is ***** ups by agencies allowing drugs on the market
without enough clinical studies such as, you take meds and you grow lady parts.

It's Friday and big project's completed and believe poems still unread by you.
Saw the Kanye/Kim video and he says he has no memories of meeting Kim.
What's wrong with that picture a man in love with Kim and she's forgettable?
Read some poems on this site I agree with ones stating when you love a person
you never forget big things like where the two of you met and most details.
Gotta give a hell yes to that.
I still have butterflies in my stomach and I can't get you out of my head.
If you knew I was alive or my poems existed, would you bother to read them?
I don't know If you would and trying to stop myself from thinking the worst.
Hanging out with buds tonight and maybe a chance meeting with you?
We'll be sitting by the window if Tom is playing but not if he's a no show.
Wont let cold rain mixed with snow stop me from having a great time.
That piano bar will never be the same now that I heard you sing with old Tom.

Our names match perfectly in numerology and wish I knew your birthday.
Told myself to stay away from your profiles but I'm drawn to them.
How can I stop myself from wondering what you are doing and thinking?
I tried to make small talk with a regular at a place I eat lunch near downtown.
She's very pretty, nice, seemed quiet, sits alone and yesterday I joined her at her table.
No shyness with her but no interest hearing boring too much detail small talk.
If we had connected no way would I be writing poetry wish she was like you.
Admitting I chatted a few up on from Facebook to see what would happen
and thinking maybe I could **** the butterflies I get thinking about you.
After one on one chat I needed to un-friend after most thought chat meant more.
Whatever happened to hi meaning hi and simple chat means same?
I see how you are with guys and know you are normal and not the type to
read more into what men say and why I want to get to know the lady behind the voice.
Wish you knew I was alive and would read my poems.

Went to the place I know you hang out but you no showed.
Sat for a few hours but did not drink the *** and coke I ordered.
Chickened out of commenting after your posted on Google plus.
Count down to Friday and will be hanging with buds again.
Hope you read this and know you are welcomed to join my table if you show up.
Hope you finally read this and know I like you and you realize I am alive.
Risk taker who likes you but I'm too shy to say hi as the real me on the internet.

Winds fading and see you were on Google and relieved you are ok.
I'm working but dragging more than on other Mondays.
Do wish you could read my mind or not so great poems.
I'm not alive to you but that wont chase away the butterflies.

Winds still gusting and went to all your sites looking for words by you.
Nothing yet and I hope you are safe from this ice cold rain.
No digits so  I can't call your unlisted phone number.
I laughed thinking it impossible to like someone you barely know,
I no longer believe it's a laughing matter.

I should be getting it together and setting up for work but can't,
all I'm doing is sitting here thinking about you and if you are safe.
I can't get your voice or your lovely face out of my mind.
Yes I'm obsessing mainly because you are that mystery I want to discover.
If you read my poems Betty P., they are ALL about you and wish I had your number.

Thinking about you and getting that feeling like
there are butterflies flying in my stomach.
Never have I felt like thinking about a lady
I never had the pleasure of calling one I kissed.
You intrigue me is putting it way too mildly
you captured my interest to the point I think about you.
Not a stalker I wont be hunting you down or thinking of murdering you.
I do want to ****** my thoughts because I don't know if you will reject me.
Grown *** man but feeling like an unsure school boy sitting typing
words to a lady he's only seen a few times in the flesh but don't know.
What can I say, I'm a true risk taker.

Rough night and wind is blowing
wondering if you are ok and safe.
Not a worrier but I think of you at odd times
like last night when gusts of winds nearly broke my windows.
Hope you are safe and sound and protected
from this strange winter storm it's raining hard but not snowing.

Spent another weekend hanging with bros & others.
Intent for coming here this a.m. was writing you a love poem.
Read a few and know you've read your share of them.
I read your comments via a friend of your friend on facebook.
Added you to my circle on Google plus but you wont know my face.
No comments this a.m so I came here hoping you wrote a new poem.
I would never in a billion years harm a hair on your head.
Just a hard working Joe who wants to get to know the lady with the gorgeous voice  
In time you will come to know me and I hope you like me.
I'm a risk taker and believe nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Roses are blue
but should be bought for ladies like you.
Not much of a poetry writing BUT
would like to get to know you.
You wont read this but it's for you.
Been an admire since I read your first post.
Roses are red, white and pink for just for you.