doglover14 Poetry (12)

My tears are the overflowing juices
Of my heart and soul.

They are the lifeblood of my very being,
And should be thought of as a sacred gift
From a heart that is again feeling life.

For many years they did not flow…
For many years I did not feel.

I know you hate the wetness on your manly chest,

But please try not to hate them…
Rather welcome them,
As they are the unspoken words of my very
Being.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 1:34 AM CST

On and On and On she goes ~
She knows not when to quiet her never ending gibberish.

On and On and On she goes ~
Having no understanding or concept
As to the drowning affect that her
Voiced pen is having on others.

On and On and On she goes ~
Caring not for one infinitesimal second
That she is actually driving some talented poets bonkers!

On and On and On she goes ~
Does she not ~ within the realms of her actual life
Have even one person to actually
Listen to the abundance of words
That she so obviously has
Floating in the concaves of her skull?

On and On and On she goes ~
The more I read
The more my heart brakes
With feelings of compassion and sorrow
For this lonely unhappy soul.
Will she ever stop?

I implore just one kind and compassionate man
Who is reading this
To have pity on us and end
Her quest for attention
Thereby giving the rest of us some peace.

Hey ~ come on now ~
Be A Good Sport!
Lol !

As we age~
As we grow older,

The minutes and the hours~
The days and the weeks~
The months and the years~
Seem to pass as quickly
As the blink of an eye.

Life seems to be passing us by,
And we think sadly~
"It is over!"

Our memories become our life line,
Our only connection to the world.


But then a miracle occurs;
And we find another lonely heart
That has been floating alone
In a sea of memories~
Searching for something or someone
To keep them from drowning.

Two strangers meet.
They come from two different worlds.

They join hands and hearts.
They join bodies and souls.

And time somehow slows down,
And gives them the opportunity
To again dream~
To again feel~
To again love!

My heart is heavy ~
You have left an empty space in it.

You will never be forgotten ~

Your humor ~
Your talent ~
Your warm heart ~
The caring and sensitive man that many didn't realize existed.

REST IN PEACE MY FRIEND.

I know not if men get the same cravings as do women ~

I know not if they sit and longingly pine
for the touch of that someone special ~

I know not if in their minds they ponder
what it would feel like if she suddenly ~
The woman they care so deeply about ~
Crawled into their arms ~
And nestled gently yet firmly against their manly chests.

I know not if they could actually feel the warmth
that is emitted by her pulsating flesh
As it is gently pressed against their own.

Do they think like this ?

Do they have these feelings ?

Do they feel these powerful yearnings
that in actuality are completely non-s*xual ~

But are rather a desire of the mind ~
And a blending of their souls.

I seem to be spending
All the waking hours of my lonely existence ~
All the stressful times that make up my days ~

Thinking of how it will feel
When I drive up to your kitchen door
And climb out of my car.

Quietly as a mouse I bring in all goodies
That will hopefully please you
And bring you pleasure.

Only then do I make that slight sound ~
That brief alarm that alerts you
Of my arrival.

You slowly ascend into the kitchen for our ritual ~
That cherished first moment when our eyes lock ~
That magnetic first second when your strong arms
Surround me and hold me close.

The feel of your hard body as it presses against
the softness of my own.

Your arms hold me tightly
As your hands gently caress
My awaiting flesh.

Your lips softly touch upon mine
As you gently cup my upturned face
In those strong hands I love so much.

Their touch telling me that you know
Beyond a doubt ~
That I am yours ~
And yours alone.

I am in Heaven!

But then reality sets in ~
And my mind quickly advances to the future.

In only a very short time we will be saying goodbye
to each other.

I already can feel the pain~
The knot that is forming in my stomach ~
The time that I hate so much is already getting closer.

For soon ~ in a matter of days ~
I will be standing in this very place
With hot wet tears streaming down my saddened face.

It is not fair.

Why is life making it so difficult
For us to be together ~
To wake up in each others arms ~
To no longer have any qualms ~
To know the serenity that calms ~
Knowing we can now always be joined.

I hate myself ~ really hate myself ~
For not being able to just relax
And enjoy the time we can share.

But instead ~
I live in dread ~
Of what I just can't get out of my head ~
That day ~ much too soon ~
When we again ~ will have to say goodbye.

We each express our sadness in different ways.

I ~ with my abundant and ever flowing tears ~
You ~ with the withdrawal that lessens your fears ~
Both of us hoping that this might be our last goodbye
For many, many years.

As I sit here writing these words to you,
I wonder if you can possibly comprehend the longing
That is flowing through my very being.

There are times when the miles that separate us Don't seem quite so distant;

But there are other times, like tonight,
When it seems no matter how far I stretch my arms,
I can't seem to reach you ~ to touch you.

How I long to feel the strength of your arms around me As they hold me close and safe.

The desire to feel my head resting upon your warm chest,
And hear the gentle beating of your heart
Is overwhelming.

It is an amazing and joyous feeling

To know beyond any doubt,

That simply by moving my body ever so slightly,
Or by softly moving my hand as it rests in yours,

I will feel the quickening of your heartbeat

As our bodies exchange private, tender and intimate messages
Without a single word being spoken.

We are together!

Do they not know~
These insensitive men~
Just how deeply their words
Pierce our very hearts and souls?

Do they not think?
Do they not know?
Do they not care?
That their words~
Uttered in such a glib manner,
Sometimes even followed by a chuckle,
Have hurt us so deeply.

They say things~
Warm and tender and loving things;
And then,
When we respond accordingly~
With love and caring and tenderness~
They shoot us down.

They say it was our imaginations.
They say their words were not real.
They say it was just a fantasy.

Do they not know
Or do they just not care
That their words break our hearts
And make us fearful of them~
Make us insecure about their feelings
For us?

Do they not realize
How much pain they cause us
And how many tears are shed
Because they are oblivious
To our needs?

Do they not know how badly
We crave security
In the knowledge
That they truly care?

Do they not know~
Or do they just not care?

I lay here being able to think of nothing
Other than the way I will feel ~
When after being so long apart ~
I will again be able to curl up in your strong arms.

I can actually feel them ~
As they surround my ample body ~
And pull it close to your own.

The pure joy I will feel when my head
Is finally able to rest upon your manly chest.

When I'm able to feel and hear the beating of your heart ~
As it quickens each time I slowly move my body against yours.

I tremble just thinking about the touch of your hands ~
As they begin their oh so tender journey ~
To the places they so love to be.

The joy that I feel when our lips finally meet ~
When you cup my face with your strong hands ~
And look deeply into my eyes as we lovingly kiss.

It has been so long since we have touched ~
That I think my mind and my body and my very soul ~
May just explode in anticipation of what is to be.

You came into my life like a puff of smoke out of nowhere.
You were not expected, nor did I think you existed.

But for some reason unbeknownst to me,
In a very short time you crept into the depths of my heart,
And buried yourself deeply into my awaiting flesh.

You latched onto the strings of my heart
And tenderly began to play with them.

There is a part of you that is a dreamer
who lives in a world of fantasy..
Where nothing is serious and pain does not exist.

But there is another part of you
that is so dear to me,

A warm caring sensitive part
that warms my heart.

A part whose searing, tender fingertips both
comfort me and make my blood boil.

A part whose arms bring me peace and safety..
joy and desire.

A part whose lips touching mine are like
the merging of two beings into one.

But there are times when I know not
who you are.

There are times when fear takes over
and I know not what you feel or what you think.

There have been times when I want you
to move out of my heart,
But only because the hurt of having you live there is unbearable.

But I fear that if you moved out
You would take my very heart with you,

And without my heart,
I would die.

"Self Pity"


How much can we bare?

How much turmoil and stress
heartbreak and duress,
Can our minds and bodies tolerate
before our insides explode?

How much can we endure
before we lose our mind?

Would it not be nice if we could alleviate
all those negative thoughts of kind?

To think only good thoughts.
To banish the negative.

To be thankful for the good
and not dwell on the bad.

Woe is me~
What an awful person I must be

To wallow in this self pity
of my own making!

It's totally amazing
That something they never gave much thought to~
Could really happen.

From different corners of the globe~
They never gave much thought to probe
The possibility of finding a mate~
Never expecting much more than a date.

Added together their ages are great,
So they show only feelings of love~
Not of hate.

In total they have one hundred and fifty eight years,
Yet there's plenty of time for laughter and tears.

They've been granted a new lease on life~
One filled with joy~
And not too much strife.

It's only been two years now~
But she can't even remember how~
She lived all these years~
Survived all those fears~

Alone,
By herself,
Without him.


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