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If You Would Like To Leave Me A Peral Message
Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2019 12:58 am
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"It's Peral."

If you have something you would like to tell or ask me, why not post a comment here? This thread is set for me to review comments before they appear. They're just between you and me. Well I might read them out loud and they could be overheard by my pets.

I would love if you would comment on my blog posts of course. But if you just want to leave a quick message about any and everything, please feel free...

I recommend everyone have a blog so that others can contact them.

Have a great day!

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Explaining My Poetry Style
Posted:Mar 14, 2018 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2019 8:12 pm
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Critical Poetry Thoughts

Someone criticized my poetry,
He said he could not understand it
He said that it did not make sense
He said that it is kind of juvenile
As I make it like a conversation.

Oh really well let me tell you what I really think!
I don't really know why I write poetry this way.
I just began and it is hard to change.

This per suggested I need to add description
That I had to add visuals
That I had to describe the senses
That I had to let people feel for themselves
And not tell them only how I feel.

But like a zebra
If I were to be covered in white paint
Eventually the stripes would reappear
As the paint would fade.

Nature has many an animal that has spots
Supposedly they cannot change them
Should I count myself in their kingdom?
But I have many more facets as I am a human.

Oh then there is that lizard
Made famous by Boy George and Culture Club,
Come on and sing it!
I know you want to!
quot;Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Chameleon".
Its skin changes with its surroundings.
Oh were I that adaptable!
Perhaps some day I will be.

But now that I have vented,
Now that my pot has gone from boiling to simmering,
I will just tell myself in a soft whisper.
It is all good.
It is actually constructive criticism.
It is just an added piece of wisdom
To which I can pick at as I please.

I may one day write a poem with just imagery.
I may one day write a poem that does not voice,
the way I speak,
I may one day write a poem that does not rhyme at all.
Who would I be then?
Would I still be me?
Oh seriously,
I am not that dense
I am just going through the motions
Until this poem ends.
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Singularity Of Purpose A Poem
Posted:Jun 14, 2019 1:32 am
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2019 1:33 am
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He has a singularity.
His singularity of purpose.
When he has something
He wants to do
Something he wants to accomplish.

I would ask how he does it.
He would probably be perplexed.
One just does
He might even say.

When he puts his mind to it.
He is focused.
He fights distractions
Like a knight in a joust.
Take that you opponent.
You have been defeated
So now get out!

This ability to do
What needs to be done.
How I imagine
His sexual prowess
With a woman.
How he would make sure
Of her pleasure
That she should
Have an orgasm.
Then he would see to himself
For he has learnt
To be selfish
As a second thought
When making love.

His singularity of purpose
It comes in handy
When he is pursuing
An objective
In the case of lovemaking
It is pleasure.
Second, third and first.
The order whatever works.

Now if two partners
Have this purpose
What can they achieve?
That is the question!
Oh yes! Yes indeed!
It would be something
Giving and receiving
Equal activities.
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An Activity Worthwhile A Poem
Posted:Jun 14, 2019 1:07 am
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2019 7:46 am
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We shared some things
About our pasts.
His about his marriage
How it started
And how it has lasted.
That part very much
Needed an ending
So he could find
Something akin to happiness
Instead of the misery
That he has been enduring.

I told him about how
I have been treated.
How I have not had
Anyone I could consider
A love interest
That reciprocated
In ages.
It makes for a sadness
And loneliness
Which he said he could
Easily understand.

We can be friends.
We can be there
To support each other
We both appreciate
Kindness and caring
Add in sexual banter.
I will take this
As a sign of life
That needs attention.
We will be such attendants
An activity worthwhile
For it's many benefits.
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Reference To His Wonderful Fantasy A Poem
Posted:Jun 13, 2019 11:59 pm
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2019 7:54 am
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The night needed marking
For it's significance.
I couldn't let it go
Without making a reference
To the wonderful fantasy
Someone wrote for me.
He was detailed
And specific.
He made it coincide
With my birthday
The fantasy containing
His making a dinner
Not sure if that was
The main course
Or what followed
By nature.

It made for a night
That was lonely to start
And a mood that was gloomy
To one with many smiles
And laughs
As I imagined his scenario.
Ah to have such an afficiando!
Much much closer
Then we could make real
And then add material
To writings in the future.
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The Day Lasted Longer. A Poem
Posted:Jun 13, 2019 11:48 pm
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2019 7:51 am
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The day lasted longer
Than I thought it would
In other words
I stayed up later
Than I should.
This is nothing new
Mind you
It is par for the course
When I get distracted
And involved
With something.
You know how it is?
It's a consequence.
Let's hope it
Doesn't ruin tomorrow
If I am feeling too tired.
As I have lots to do.
Lots on the menu.
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Recalibrate. A Poem
Posted:Jun 13, 2019 12:26 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2019 11:21 pm
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A blah and rainy day.
Its the th
But its a Thursday
So its less ominous
You could say.

I had plans to meet
Friends for food
And a drink
But my head
And neck ache
And medicine
Has barely made
A dent in my pain.

So I will rest
And recuperate
Or perhaps I should
Refer to it
As recalibrate
As a change
Needs to be made
In my mood
And outlook.
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My Euphemism A Poem
Posted:Jun 12, 2019 11:13 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2019 11:14 pm
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My Euphemism

I wished him a Happy Birthday
He replied "euphemism."
I responded with
That is a good word
Which resulted in his
"Indeed" comment.

I wanted to write back
What indeed meant to me.
How it is so useful
To voice agreement.
How it was the epitome
Of emphasis employed.
How it was succinct
And to the point.

I will soon have a euphemism.
Mine is bringing me farther
Along the half century mark.
Would that I could bring myself
To be so philosophical
That my birthday
Was no big thing.
Not to celebrate
With a Happy notion
But to get over
Like a speed bump.
Taking note for a moment.
But then going onward
Slowed but not immobile.
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Depth Forgone A Poem
Posted:Jun 12, 2019 10:52 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2019 10:53 pm
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He must be shaking his head
my fancifulness.
my philosophical bent.
I don't blame him.
I too shake from time to time
Too much thought
And then I am jarred awake
A reality intrusion
That makes me shake
My head and often
Produces laughter.

Ha ha ha
LOL
I have them ready
After I recall
Or tell
My thoughts.
Thinking them
Better received
If thought less
Than serious.

Shallow water
I am brought back to.
Depth forgone
For the moment
It will be sought
In the future.
Have no fear.
A return to the deep
Is not indefinite.
Only postponed
While laughing matters more
To the current audience.
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As I Mark This Time A Poem
Posted:Jun 12, 2019 10:25 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2019 11:56 am
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I thought it was going
To be an early night.
But I got a second wind
Like often happens
When the clock strikes twelve.
It is more a habit
Befitting an owl.
But I have been bestowed it
Like an adopted fowl.

I told a friend
That I had little energy
To stay awake
That was before
The mark of midnight.
I should probably apologize
In the morning
Or tomorrow sometime.

So much on my mind
Again.
The loss of my favorite team.
The lack of concrete
Weekend plans.
My upcoming birthday
That is just another
Marking of time.
That hopefully like midnight
Can give me a spark
Or jumpstart my energy.
Time is a wasting.
My dreams need
To take shape
To see and breathe
And become reality.
Yes all of these things.
Make sleep a failure
And slave to my thinking.

Let's not go all Shakespeare
And employ quotes.
Let's be ourselves
Let's be original.
Sleep is not the enemy.
It is in fact an ally
In the fight for sanity.
This I must repeat.
As I mark this time.
As I mark this day.
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Hold Fast To Love A Poem
Posted:Jun 12, 2019 9:22 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2019 10:38 pm
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Hold Fast To Love Written in 20

Hold fast to love
Langston Hughes would approve
Of those words
As he held fast to dreams
Love would probably be
Chief among them.

Love eternal and bright
One that sears one's skin
One that soars like a bird
When it is felt without and within.

Hold fast to love my darling,
Do not give in
To society's whims
It's fickle nature of tearing asunder
Based on earthly things.

Hold fast to love
To infinity and beyond!
A worthier phrase does it exist?
Love is made
Love is nurtured
Love can remain
If one feels it like that dream
That one never stops dreaming
Bliss in a dream
Bliss in reality
Love can make them one and the same.
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In A Kind Of Limbo A Poem
Posted:Jun 12, 2019 8:45 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2019 12:30 pm
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He has not told yet
If we are going to see
Each other again.
It makes feel sad
And a little inadequate
That he is not gung ho
For another meeting.

It is not that
We are not texting
And chatting
I am just hesitant
To broach the subject.
Should I be more direct
And just ask?
Goodness I would hate
To receive an answer
That was negative.

The weekend is approaching
The time we usually make plans
As this is a holiday weekend
Sunday being Father's day
It might not be possible
As I know how he wants
To spend time with his Dad
Who is all alone
And not in the best health.

I know skipping this weekend
May not be my fault
But still
I hope he has an idea
Make that ideas
For making the next time
We get together
Extra special.

But in the meantime
I am left in this kind of limbo
It is not a fun place to be
For very long.
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Country Charm A Poem
Posted:Jun 12, 2019 8:15 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2019 9:23 pm
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It was a good day.
I was whisked away
By a friend
Wanted show me
His place.
I had never been
But was curious.
His house was old
And had a lot
Of antiques
And knicknacks
As well as musical instruments.

He was make us lunch
Chicken and steak kabobs
Broccoli and potatoes.
We sat outside on his deck
The sun was so bright
I didn't realize what it was
Doing to my .
Later on I saw it was red.
Along with my chest
Where my shirt had a V neck.

It was a lovely day
Very nice conversation.
He was happy show
His collections of various things
Including door stoppers,
Trivets and swords.
He has a few elephants
Made of iron and other metals
He has a few clocks
That he winds when he thinks of it.

His house is full of character
Eclectic in design
Built pre civil war
And renovated over time.
Let's just say
It still could be used
As the setting in a movie
For many a prior decade.

I just wanted to mark the time
A day that held such country charm.
In the company of a friend
is ever so generous
For which I thank him.
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