I'm not a poet!  

AnEnigma517 60M
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12/4/2005 11:06 am

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I'm not a poet!

I dropped these in someone's blog about a week ago, at first thinking that it was someone just wanting some poems, then finding out later that it was another contest. (I got a little beat up by a few folks who didn't seem to get the point that I intended... but that's water over the dam, and not important to me anymore.) Anyway, I wrote these under another handle awhile ago, for someone special; not to "impress" but to "express"...

I don't often do that. And if she sees them again, then she can have her own private reflection. I'm putting them here now, because I'm proud of what I write; I enjoy what I write... and I like to share what I write. Again, these aren't here now to "impress" anyone; just another way I sometimes "express" myself.

ODE TO JOY: Genesis
You’ve got me where I chose to be:
Trapped inside your digital space.
Alive, but alone, I can’t break free
From your brilliant prose and pictured face.
We’ve both got other choices, I know.
All I ask is don’t let me go.

You’re really the reason that I’m still here--
I delight in your hints that you’re thinking of me.
And I hope you believe my yen is sincere,
That together we’ll face the possibilities.
Please don’t stop your wonderful glow,
And again I ask, don’t let me go.

I don’t know why this happened to me;
I don’t know what I’m getting into.
I do know that I’ve found a peace
That couldn’t exist without you.
Your words have told me to take things slow,
And I can and I will, just please…
Don’t let me go.

ODE TO JOY: Anticipation
Is this the place? I’m not too late.
She did say King’s, didn’t she?
Is there another I hadn’t discovered?
No, this is it. It has to be!
I should go. She won’t show--
Or, maybe she’s already been here.
Damn that cop and her bullshit stop!
Tags are good til the end of the year.

Okay. I’ll stay, and here I’ll wait.
Maybe, I’m just a bit early.
Do I look alright? Are my pants too tight?
(why do I feel so squirrelly?)
Maybe I stink. Too much Brut, I think.
Oh God!! Is that a stain on my shirt?!?
I don’t know. I should go,
And keep my feelings from getting hurt.

Wait. Is that she? She’s waving to me!
She must have been waiting inside.
Be still my heart. Don’t fall apart.
No more in Blogland will I hide.
“There you are! See, it’s not so far, ”
She says and kisses my cheek.
She’s all and more I’ve been hoping for,
And it’s wonderful to finally meet.

T.P.LENTZ, author

silkysmoothlegs3 106F

12/5/2005 10:16 am

loves your post
come visit meagain soon
i felt your warmth
silky xxxxxxxx

AnEnigma517 60M

12/5/2005 8:26 pm

Silky - mmmmmmmmm backatcha! Visit soon - Every day okay?

AnEnigma517 60M

12/5/2005 8:31 pm

Ayuh. Still.

AnEnigma517 60M

12/8/2005 8:11 am

... how you share yourself with me {=}

AnEnigma517 60M

12/15/2005 12:42 pm

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