"lynda" poems
"Janice, I sat next to you in Latin.
We were sophomores.
You were a cheerleader
but smart too.
The excitement was unbearable
(Cicero; the shape of your sweater . . . ).
I asked you to play tennis."
"You did never."
"Yes, I did."
"I suppose I didn't want to get sweaty."
"So then you would have gone with me to a movie?"
"No, I doubt it. . . . I was a brat."
"You were divine.
I wrote a poem for you in Latin."
"Lynda, we met at The Three Penny Opera.
You were an usher.
I was a college student; you were in high school."
"Yes, a 'townie'."
"I put my arm around you.
I stroked your hair.
When I tried to kiss you on the forehead our noses collided."
"I was expecting a lip kiss."
"It was a powerful attraction,
but it wouldn't have worked."
"No, we could have made great love,
but it wouldn't have lasted."
"Gina, you lived on that 'hippie farm'
at the edge of town.
I was the 'knowing elder',
the one who'd worked on a real farm.
You were so high-energy, so alluring.
Guys flocked to you:
William and Michael; Davy, back home;
sexually involved with all of them."
"Not Michael really."
"You seduced me--
I think you wanted to make William jealous--
not that I was unwilling. . . .
I was, however, impotent."
"I wanted adventure and, yes, I suppose I did want to make
William jealous."
"Our intimacy awakened me.
I realized what I'd been missing.
Your rejection was devastating."
"I didn't mean to hurt you.
I didn't know you were so fragile."
"Carla, I loved you in your apartment.
It was all softness and warmth;
**** carpet, soft bed,
Carole King on the stereo. . . .
We slept together, showered together."
"I really listened to Carole King?"
"Your parents were divorcing.
You didn't have time for a relationship."
"I don't think I was ready."
"Just as I was overcoming my impotency. . . ."
"Sarah, I loved you on a camping trip.
We kissed at dusk in the Great Smoky Mountains."
"I remember."
"I felt so connected--
physically, intellectually, emotionally.
You smiled with your whole face, with your whole being.
I wanted to be with you steadily.
You said it wouldn't work.
I guess you were right:
I couldn't love someone who couldn't love me completely.
When we parted,
I cried uncontrollably."
"Yes,
I remember."
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 11:00 PM UTC
Salina
The Nomad arrived
Cold, windy
Waiting on a ride.
Nine hours later
Waiting like a gator
Lynda arrived,
Train wreck, heart ❤ ache,
The Knight decided to ride.
Belly of the Beast.
The gangstA *** forward,
So all could survive.
Minues to halve,
Hours to days,.
Played, lonely moonless nights,
The Traveler prayed.
And the Yellow Brick Road opened
With the sound of a laugh,
Oz came into being,
When Mona Lisa smiled....
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
TinMan asked a question,
Lynda didn't even know.
OZ was the answer,
The Wizard didn't even slow.
***** ***** detox in the blend,,
Scratching, retching, loathing, mashing.
Crawling out of her skin....
4 days, 5 days,
When would the pain ever end!!!
Mindless, braless, hating to the end
The disease trying, fighting,
The TinMan never giving in.
Listening praying writing reading,
Mona Lisa bathing, breathing, eating,
Smiling
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
Mona Lisa clowned
Mona Lisa frowned
Lynda said she got browned
Lynda rolling, toiling, gliding
Hitting a meeting in town.
Riding, jammin, bamming
Moonlight in the lightning
Lynda cramming, driving
Blasting to the beat...
Badass ***** hitting, smashing
Thundering in recovery
You don't do Lynda,
Maybe or
Maybe not....Dummy
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
im not in any hurry to remarry and
i didnt mind being his wife
but i bet if she's half as insecure
possessive and
jealous as i have heard
it has got to burn her up inside.
in the beginning i was so hurt and
i would tell how my husband left me
for his step sister and
everyone would say eeew sick
but i know its not like they were raised together.
he left me on mar 19 2012 and
i will never forget it
i got on my knees and
losing any pride and
dignity i had
i BEGGED him to stay
but he brought his mommy with him
so i wouldnt make a scene
i asked him to at least smoke a cig with me and
he did and
i offered to give him a break
i told him the house would be spotless and
i would be whatever kind of wife he needed
but when he looked at me with sad eyes and
said please Lynda let me go,
i knew he had done enough time locked up and
i couldnt be another person to take away his freedom.
then for 18 1/2 days i went to bed and
cried and
did not get out of bed to eat or *** or anything.
my world was turned upside down by him
FOR THE SECOND TIME
fool me once shame on you, fool me twice....lol
but the one thing i have known after the hurt left is that i truly want him to be happy.
He gave me some of my all time best memories
but also gave me the worst times i had ever experienced.
my whole family disowned me for taking him back
for almost 3 yrs,
they just now have taken me back into the family and
will speak to me.
i will always love him,
he was the soulmate i literally spent my whole life looking for,
but it cost me a lot of heartache to be with him.
i am not the same person as that girl he met in the bar
wearing daisy duke short shorts
pain changes people...and
i guess life is too short,
mom's die,
children go missing and
vanish with out a trace and
husbands come home in the middle of the day and
move out and
with out tell ya why and
you never see them again
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
Dear Lynda, Nov.8, 2001
Hello.
I am sitting here, Thursday evening and have decided to write you a love letter.
Maybe you will receive this letter at a time when you need to hear the reminder that I do love you and I have for over 35 years.
Even during those years when I was pretty mean and called you names but I know you forgave me a long time ago.
Thank you Lynda for never giving up on life. God/fate/genes/self-pity/chemical imbalance or who knows what dealt you with many years of depression and you never let it win!
I love that you are aware of the joys, quirks, injustices, wonders, tackiness, miraculousness, agony, humanity and inhumanity of this soap opera we call life.
You may not know why you are here but you always keep your mind open in order to catch a glimpse of a clue.
Keep seeking.
Keep learning.
Keep experiencing.
Keep loving.
Keep on keeping on.
Dare to love yourself.
You are still here and you are just fine.
You really are doing good.
One life time to live is a gift too precious to take for granted.
Lynda, I love that you have always been introspective.
You have begun a project without knowing the outcome but always believing it to be regarded as a sacred duty.
Never doubt that you are special.
Never suspect that you aren't less than awesome!
I love you, Lynda and I will learn to love you more as the years go by.
You will do many good things and I am patting you on the back in advance.
You possess an irreplaceable essence of uniqueness juxtapositioned with a most common simple humble low maintenance bologna on white bread life.
I love you, Lynda and I love that you love yourself enough to read these words.
I love you when you are too hard on yourself.
I love you when you dwell on your problems.
I love you when you ***** up and take the blame and eat the **** sandwich and face the music and learn the hard way and I love you when you get back up, when you swallow your pride, when you face your fear, when you accept the truth and when you are left with nothing to believe in or nothing left to feel.
I love you despite everything and especially because of it.
I love you, Lynda.
Thank you for being me,
Love,
Lynda
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
For: michael whithorn
LK
Lynda Kerby <[email protected]>
look!
im so in debt!
i cant get myself to clean my house!
im mentally emotionally and physically spent!
i havent been a good friend to you but
i tried the best i could
i know your heart means well
i am so ashamed at what ive become
i dont have another comeback in me
i am going to miss you
what we should have had
i have lost at this game called life
i will always wish you well
i wish it could have been me
i wish a lot of things
i wish there was a heaven for me to be reunited w colton
but he is gone
ive wasted this one precious life that he never got to enjoy
you cant handle me crying
i need a shoulder
i am not even mad at you
hate to see you waste your life w a loser like me
i know you hate me
i dont blame you
sorry the *** was good enough to keep you coming back
i set you back from your goals by many months
im just tired
i dont guess you understand that kind of tired
but its real
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
and at the end of this session, i'm going to gorge on homemade banana cake, and a glass of milk; hmm, so that's that.
hannah hallysem, chloe vevrier, rosalia verne, dakota skye, nadine jansen, milena d., katrina jade, alison tyler, sasha foxxx, noelle easton, shay fox, kourtney kane, aletta ocean, lexi belle, aria giovanni, maritza mendez, silvia loret, laura lion, ashley graham, latex lucy, alexis texas, dana dearmond, abella danger, karmen karma, jezebelle bond, keisha grey, karmen grey, jelena jensen, carmen croft, aneta buena, ines cudna, ewa sonnet, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, karolina pliskova, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, rooney mara, claire forlani, kelley scarlett, malina may, amirah adara, phoenix marie, foxy di., kenya lust, kiera winters, christy mack, paige delight, faith nelson, darya klishina, sand morris, alysha newman, silvia saint, adele stephens, deven davis, ewa wyrwal, tanya song, synn wagner, christina lucci, hunter leigh, lynda leigh, gemma atkinson, mulani rivera, sarah harding...
all those "expectations" mingling with a babuska...
gotta have a babuska after a list like that...
looks nice, doesn't it?
see how honest other people can become...
that's as honest as you're going to get:
i'm hardly an out-of-the-closet gay / intellectual...
and this is hardly the most desireds genetical "encyclopedia"
worth reciting...
but at least there's no closet,
and certainly no skeleton in it...
to be honest, i'd love to see a compendium of
a woman's favourite *****
oh sure, i can switch off...
i just start thinking about cow *******
and milk sacks; not that hard;
ugh... furr... itchy... stroking a cow is like
scratching your skin after the barbers...
milking a cow: ah... another subject
of investigation...
why do men not bother being
breast-fed, to out-compete the babe?
seems a shame to leave a vacuum for
capitalism to not investigate, don't you think?
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
Still waters
14 hours ago · Like
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Deep currents
Troubled thoughts
Restless nights
Sleepless days
She survives
Stronger wiser
From the fire
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
I will Miss rejoices tiny voice echoing through the hall at Night
I will miss Lynda's Lean Zero fat body and Bulgy Cute eyes
Sharons BumBum bubbling Like Frost bubbles
i will miss;
Victoria's Bright Crystal eyes sparkling like polished Carbon.
I will miss my buddy, Duru our late-night sessions.
Rasaq attempting to toast all my girlfriends( Now you have 2)
I will miss Peter's Eerie Quietness
I know am always crazy and sometimes very quiet.
My *** belly preaches the gospel of my Diet.
Yet our night memories I will never digest
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC