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I thought you were different
BUT YOUR NOT
I thought you would not be cruel
BUT YOU ARE
I thought I could protect my heart
BUT I CAN’T
I thought you were kind
BUT YOUR NOT
I thought I could accept you
BUT I CAN’T
I thought you would love me
BUT YOU DON’T
I thought you would say good-bye
BUT YOU HAVEN’T
I thought it wouldn’t hurt so much
BUT IT DOES
I thought I wouldn’t cry
BUT I DO
I thought the pain would go away
BUT IT HASN’T
I thought I would always love you
AND I WILL
I thought I couldn’t go on
BUT I CAN
I thought I couldn’t live without you
BUT I CAN
I thought you were my last love
BUT YOU’RE NOT

By Carol Vialogos July 2012

You now know
when you looked
what you saw
reflected in my eyes
Tears flowing
in my eyes

You saw
this quiet man
was not crying
for myself
I was crying for you
I grasped the pain
in your heart
You know
I see you
The pieces of your heart
are laid bare

Reflected in my eyes
are no tears
of my own
This quiet man’s
tears are yours
I cry your tears

You understood
this quiet man
suffers the anguish
in your soul
it shows
reflected in my eyes

you wondered how
this quiet man
felt
your heart
your soul
reflecting it all
in my eyes

Then you realised
you saw
you understood
The meaning
Of this quiet man’s silent words
The words
reflected in my eyes

Let go
pain of heart
fear in soul
No more cry
Yesterday’s tears
leave it all
to the past
Where the past belongs
It’s alright
to be loved
others can not hurt you
as others once did
let it go all
Pain
Fear
Anger
Love yourself again
so one day
Love will find you ready
to be truly loved

Men & women

R VERyyyy different
But same many ways!

"Matthew Kowleaick
Kowelaeick
Kowalaeick"
wondered 45 years!
What became of U
Where r you?

We
R
Very Different!
Why why why?

I think it stems from
grammar school
to high school
There are different expectations
Different treatment tolerance
Under criticism or
peer pressure
They don't want embarrassment
They don't wish to stand out
To be razzed by
"the guys" later
They want to be sure
Before they make a choice,
A decision
Even here
on Connecting Singles
I state in my profile
Please tell me what you think of my poems
Presently 900-1000 views
But rarely
will a man stand up
Admit he read them
To read my most personal intimate thoughts
Pleazzze Do So
I need the recognition !
Like they viewed my panties behind my back
In my Lingerie' drawer
Tell me why he is attracted to me for it
Or share that he read them
Keeping that info to himself
Even though he
reaped the benefits from reading them
Holding it in as a part of his strategy
Of getting to know me
& what I put forth
much effort but rarely comments or feedback
Hey you guys that is a part of gratitude appreciation
It's called feed back
Courage
I got my big girl pants on
I want need to hear it!
Much effort to compose
W one finger on an iphone!
Would it hurt
4 you to say
I read your poems
I really enjoyed them
And what specifically
Did you learn or enjoy
What intrigued you?

Penmanship
For girls vs boys
Penmanship Mrs Walters
4th grade
Girls they have higher expectations
Make u practice much longer months
Boys oh that's good enough for a boy

Different subjects females were
shunned from excluded from
Even dad bill Greg Bart
We were talking about tools construction
Bill told dad I need her to go in the house
This is mens talk

Architecture building favorite subject
It hurt being rejected
Dad said he was sorry
Like shop construction mechanical or architecture drawing
Design is where I shine and it could never be taken away from me
Especially kitchens and natural lighting

Is it so much to be
equally yolked w a man
That he too loves the design of homes
Many fields occupations on that subject
To
a house to become a home
By being aesthetically pleasing to the eye
W line texture light color shape organization focus
Inviting Comfort warmth for Us Two not One
To meet both of our needs designs
Vs his house her house contentment
The world is evolving for better communication
Fairness equality
Great strides
But more over the horizon
Wages labor jobs sports are still evolving

Until the sexes r equalized there will not be peace on earth MBE

Ugh when 3rd world countries punish sisters wives for their sins
Thank God not allowed in America

Boys r teased criticized in class
Less willing to speak up in fear
Of razzing from the guys

My first love
4th grade Matthew Kowalaieck episode
We were in the same class I requested to be returned to my normal school behind my house and was due to busing from the baby boomer generation
7th grade in English class he saw me and said,
"You're the girl w long blond yellow hair
that disappeared at springview!
What happened to u?
We loved you we were all worried!
They wouldn't tell us where u went!"
7th grade he was teased by Richard Hurst
We only had admiration and smiles for each other
Then when I tore up a paper what my fav English teacher
Did and Matthew refused to participate
She had everyone tear up 3 pieces of paper and toss on the floor
For me to squat in a blouse and skirt to pick it up
When I was near Matthews desk
He refused to do it
And told me he had my back
He sat behind me
When Richard told the whole class
teacher said we could sit anywhere
Matt chose to sit behind me Richard said
It's obvious
Matt likes her a lot
He chose to sit right behind her
Richard was his best friend
Matt immediately moved to the back of the room
Rachael_0622

I love my Pimlico girl and she loves me.

I saw her beside the Regent’s Canal,
haloed by early morning sunbeams,
a modern day Madonna,
reading La Peste.

I straightened a crooked Gauloise,
and mingled words with smoky
rive-gauche poise,

‘pardon, mais j’adore Camus, ‘Sisyphe’ surtout.’

‘would you imagine Sisyphus happy?’

‘don’t ask me. how should I know?’

pondering a weighty response
I stroked my chin.

she broke the tumbleweed silence,
‘smoke?’
I lit a cigarette
passed it to her.

we stared at the canal,
its green-ink water
and swans at swim
and smoked.

she whispered softly,

‘if only love itself was enough.’

the swans serened from view.

she sighed,

‘I admire their fidelity,
how they mate for life…
procreate…

we are strangers,
but could be lovers,
sharing a discreet ‘affaire’
au milieu de la crudité
of this desparate city.’

‘was that soliloquy aimed at me?’

I dredged a misquote out of memory,
‘we are all strangers – estranged from ourselves.’

she flicked her Gauloise into the stream,

‘then, let’s be strangers no more -
great works can be born on street-corners
and restaurants’ revolving doors,
and great loves may spring
from towpath chance encounters…’

we took a bus to Pimlico,
walked, hand in hand,
labyrinthine streets
to a discreet mews retreat.

she led me up a spiral staircase
across a neat-trimmed patio patch
through a tight door
into a bijou pied-à-terre
and a boudoir
saturated with her pleroma.

we shared love and lust abundantly
but not the irrelevancy of names.

at dusk we smoked my last Gauloise.

‘il est temps que tu partie?’

‘will I see you again?’

‘bien sûr, cherie, je serais toujours là pour toi.’

dizzied by the audacity
of carefree love,
I skipped the tangle of Pimlico streets.

now I trudge the pavement maze
traipsing yellow clouds
of hazy memory,

and haunt the banks of the Regent’s Canal.

A lost puzzle piece wandering through life
Going from place to place but never right
To find a picture space where I exactly fit
There have been times I think yes – but find I never did

This puzzle piece would love to be
In a picture where I can be just me
To fit in perfectly and not be forced or glued
A spot originally made – not out of the blue

Where is the picture I’m suppose to be in
Where are the others I’m suppose to be with
Will keep on looking for my special spot the rest of my life
Hoping to find that perfect place way before I die

A beautiful crisp cold night
A night for all lovers everywhere
But everything was not alright
He could not find her anywhere

The love of his entire life was gone
He was lost without her guiding wings
She had left and he was all alone
Without her he no longer felt like a King

Remembering her lovely color of white
The sounds she made when they courted
And as a couple they were a beautiful sight
Their long necks at times looking contorted

Springtime was the most romantic time of all
In the Summer they loved the cool blue water
Then the beautiful colored trees in the Fall
Winter also had a magic as they cuddled closer

He is all alone wondering where his love went
One day she was there and the next gone
He hunted for her until he was spent
Mourning for her - he lived the rest of his life alone

Many years, lost in thought,
imprisoned by the brain.
Lost my mind, all alone,
almost gone insane.

Through the clouds of dismay,
hope was very near.
The light shone through,
the cause to persevere.

Talking now, back and forth,
throughout the many days.
Lost myself to her voice,
no face to set my gaze.

It wasn't love, no not at all,
but potential it did have.
I set the course to see her now,
hope was all I had.

Two days, one night,
intimacy had prevailed.
Not her's, was only mine,
I won only what I failed.

Too much drink, too much smoke,
meant nothing in the end.
With potential lost, as I descend,
I left you a note.

Goodbye my light of hope.

My head is a mess and
my heart is dead.
I try to be fine but,
I just keep dying.
Life has been
a hell of a ride
I don't mean on the good side...
The older we become
The harder it is,
when things come undone,
To begin again...
Trust is a fragile thing,
When it has been stolen by one
The rest is no fun...
Others, that don't deserve
Wind up paying the price,
Not that it's fair,
Just so hard to bare...

I'm alone and I guess that's okay,
She said she didn't want me anymore,
So, I moved away,
My biggest mistake,--
Playing the loners game

A possible dream becomes a nightmare,
And as that nightmare becomes a fact,
And as the clouds clear from last nights storm in your mind,
You place down the bottle- to watch another sunrise,
Just to damn yourself; no way to justify, you can't go back

You go to bed, lay there,
You can't sleep,
You haven't ate nothing for days, you don't care,
Yet, you know this isn't me,--
Endlessly wondering what to do now?
Which way to present yourself how?
How to wear a smile behind this frown?--

I'm on my own now and I guess that's okay,
She said she doesn't love me anymore,
So, I'm moving farther and farther away,
Yet, knowing I'm not the only fool to blame--
Playing the Loners Game


DiggableHippy 10/8/19

Can we ever count our cost,
When this long journey
seem to have been lost
where do you find a smile
to put on your face?
When the truth is on the inside it
feels I've fallen from Grace
Will we ever find our way home,
Or stay stuck in this place,
where hope seem dead and gone.
Would have bid time wait
If only it didn't fly without the glimpse of a smile.