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.

Not the *** Rated vers. I wanted to post Pet!* [smiles & winks]

You love are my reason I desire to see mornings....
your gorgeous face haunts & enchants my mind.  
I can sense your heart beating in amplified fashion.
Awakening from dreams.....your pillow is still vacant.
That Valentine's day & night we spent together...Incredible!
Loved the way you served up my breakfast in bed.
Love how you saved all my gifts....I saved the pics I took.
You posing bare on that bear skin rug by the fireplace?
******!....Seductive!....Delicious image!.......Unforgettable!!
Had to stop typing remembering your lust filled voice....
still love our way of enjoying strawberries and cream.
If we were a couple again.....how would we top that love?
We'd find a way Betty Ponder....you are the reason I breath.

The images I captured will forever be for my eyes only.

Happy Valentine's Day Pet,
My heart is yours forever love!


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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. : )

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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I admit it, I kinda sorta knew that since childhood,
what your title implies might be the gospel truth.
The day that thought made entry into my head,
was one warm rainy day in my a kindergarten class.

Very content was I playing games with the others,
many young men of age five and six did appear.
Shy were they mainly but some were quite bold.
Said one, "You're pretty Betty, we like your bow!"

The boys went not to far away and along came girls,
who wanted that bow because the boys liked it.
One girl went so far as to take it out of my hair,
my tidy ponytail was no more when it was removed.

Thankful for the boys who acted as gallant knights,
they came and took back bow, then off went the girls.
Later in day I told me my mother about the incident,
she said, "Jealous girls and the boys like you Betty!"

My father was informed, he smiled, kissing my forehead.
He said, "Never change who you are and always be you.
No matter what you gain in life somebody wont like you."
He hugged me then we went outside to look the clouds..

All went well with the producer
g2g, smiles to you and peace out!

By the time you read this post I'll be extremely busy as usual.
The kids, long conference calling, mtg with my producer, etc.
It's a fun and exciting life; but, much hard work and long hours.
The hard worker you are knows well the full picture I'm painting.

Thanks so much for sharing and trusting that I'd understand;
in this very public way no less, I do believe you to be truthful.
I read your warning about what she was saying on cl about you.
Rants isn't the only section where people post twisted truths.

Hard to believe anyone is still so bitter after nearly three years.
Did find amusement in her belief she's entitled to your cards.
Been to or know of  many of those places she mentioned; unreal!
Her time would best be served seeking higher wage employment.

To answer your Q regarding: how many marriages and my stalkers.
In prison, one is released, others: now dead like my first husband.
His father passed, he disconnected and became a very broken man.
Been engaged four times and actually walked down the aisle twice.

Being engaged is one thing, me saying the I do is different story.
I've been asked for my hand in marriage countless times.
If you've forgotten my views on celebacy: re-read my poem on that topic.
Hope that answers your questions regarding what you asked.

g2g! Have a good day and w.s.u.i.w.l.m.

Seven score and eleven years after the Emancipation Proclamation;
I'd like to thank my community for finally acknowledging his memory.  
Wanting to view historical document written by Rev. Martin Luther King,
logged on and took a virtual trip to our ever expanding National Archives.

His views on day of historic speech, "Heartwarming to see this marvelous,
gigantic group of people here from all over the nation to give witness."
I'm giving credit to ABC news for being allowed to hear the man's words
from his own mouth without having to read them in black and white.

There's no argument in regards to race differences and that we the people,
have miles to go before we are at similar mindset in climate of opinion.
Spotlight should shine brightly on how far we've come as we the people,
away with all the negatives of no hopes of ever achieving racial harmony.

If MLK were alive today he'd see many positive changes and would see
his dream is still alive and well though we have miles to journey's end.
Yes, Dr. Martin Luther King, you are appreciated as we honor your day.
I have many reasons to thank you and all who paid the ultimate sacrifice.

My children are allowed to attend any public school they wish without fear.
I can now sit in the front of the bus without fear of arrest or a mob beating.  
There are no laws preventing me from front door entry of public buildings.
Thanks so much! I'm free to date or marry any person of any race I choose.

The list above is just a small sampling of all the changes his life evoked.
I'm thankful he was gifted to our planet in period of time he was needed.
He is missed by the planet and those of us who are grateful that he existed.
Dr. Martin Luther King was true Visionary with foresight to see great things.

Upon waking yesterday morn, the temperature was 8 degrees;
cancellation of events and slippery icy roads, disliking winter!
T'was out driving and dealing with the limited visibility; freezing.
Wasn't fun maneuvering usually two lane streets; turned one.

I'm sitting here wide awake and staring at ice crystal windows,
went to bed last night, temperature was frigid sub zero; No joke!
The furnace had a busy night keeping this old drafty house warm.
My cute little budgie who "was" chirping, is now sleeping on perch.  

Giving a memory of yesterday brief thought and still find it funny.
Went shopping after losing the debate of exiting a warm vehicle.
Over heard a conversation regarding me, based on the "assumed".
The two ladies(without a doubt) read what's posted on net sites.

Standing in the next aisle, ears slightly alert, hearing my full name.  
Should I walk up to say, "hello!" or tell them to mind own business?
Found it amusing and a bit flattering, despite negative words used.
Did they see me enter the store or did they even care that I heard?

If I were indeed the "rumored" witch, I'd melt every inch of snow.
Why did these villagers "presume" I'm holder of necromancer's card?
Defective reasoning of me practicing "voodoo" and casting many spells.
A bit of food for thought; It's one-dimensional and illogical thinking.