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Posted: 6/4/2007 5:53:35 AM | Some dating advice for jaded girls.
The secret of cold feet lies most often in a failure to recognize the type of man who is responding. While on the surface they may seem quite different, many men are behaviourally made from the same mold. The Internet breeds a lot of easy play and promiscuity ( take for example your's truely, hahaha,... ) and it is often easy for guys who have some inhibitions ( not yours truely ) to flirt. Competition is also fierce among some onliners, and a popular funspirited attractive girl is the goal of many a male. The problem with follow through is two fold. First off many guys are bolder sitting comfortabley behinda computer screen in their cozy abode than they would be in person, and secondly, guys often bite off more than they can chew when they get competative, but they do not want to admit it so they continue to push until they find themselves in too deep!
Let's take an example,.... Erik the Viking flirts online with his female friends. He jokes and pours on the charm here and there, he knows anatomy, writes some clever if somewhat sl utty or questionable poems, but also some good stuff too. He teases and talks about Viking pillaging and carrying girls off in his boat, tying them up, jello, whips, massage, wild sex with Nordic theme music,.... now would he actually do this if he met you in real life and we were hanging out?,.... er,... um,.... okay so THAT was a bad example! No wait it's a good example, ( whew way to salvage this ) okay yes I would,... BUT ( the but is very important ) the difference between myself and the no-show guys is confidence and sincerity and a commitment to follow up! Of course I am taken so in reality I would not follow up because I have a nice PoFer in my heart, mind, and soul. But if it were not for being with Cyn, then yes,.... anyway, I better not dig my own hole here. Hahahaha,...
My advice to your friend is better screening and more time to get to know the guys. Also get them out of the comfort zone of the computer. Make them call and talk to her on the phone. Spend some time before remotely considering a "yes" to any of them. Sometimes simpley dragging things out will weed away the halfhearted ones. Time to get to know them fully is paramount since they are protected and cozy behind their comp. It is easy for them to promise you the stars, then fizzle like old glitter. Slow down and screen more. She will do much better. Throw some hypathetical questions at them about dates and their ethics or ideas. Ask them for advice about a ficticious friend and her dating problems and see what they say? Often if you do that over the phone it will tell you how they feel about men and women and social issues. it will also tell you about their personality types. Soliciting advice for a "friend" is a great way to screen through the imbiciles with a nice polished shell but nothing inside the egg.
Good luck to her humormonger.
Oh yeah poetry thread,...
Um Roses are red
Some guys are yellow
Take proper time
To know a new fellow
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Posted: 6/4/2007 10:19:11 AM | thanks, dr. erik, for that advice
you laid it out there, very nice
we understand all about cold feet
and why many guys won't ever meet
which is why we had our own plan
that in no way included any man
but, we still hope, that's true
we'd like to be as lucky as you
make a match like you and cyn
that result would be a win | |
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Posted: 6/4/2007 12:50:06 PM | - DR. ERIK SAYS YOU'RE WELCOME! -
This hand welcome from Dr. Me
The advice is good and dont fear a fee
Come to the office and lay on my couch
Tell me your woes, I'll sit, hear, and crouch
Tell me of your thoughts, and then of your plan
I'll try to help you to find a good man
But if all else fails and you stay still free
I'll help you with romance say from twelve to three?
- Erik - Hehehehe,...   | |
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Posted: 6/4/2007 4:58:16 PM | afternoon delight
ha ha, erik, you are sooo bad
but, at you, i can't be mad
if all else fails, maybe we might
have ourselves a li'l afternoon delight
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Posted: 6/4/2007 8:06:18 PM | Ravin, accepting bliss sounds good.....but I'm kind of cynical, I'm sure my inner nature would rear it's snarky head and ruin it....is there a technique to maintaining it?
Erik and Humor, thanks for stopping by...I think you have something there Erik, there are a lot of people who live in an internet world, with bold personas, but are afraid to take a relationship off the net and into real life.....
silver sleuth
boarding an untrue flight
examining my boarding pass
alight to the right
and wander journeying
nightbound
for moonlight
and truth
Diana is ruthless
and I am no youth
I sleuth
in silver sober beams
revealing what is
and what seems
©Ls 5/28/07
bringing it home from Rory's and first, last..... | |
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Posted: 6/7/2007 11:39:00 AM | an old one from first, last....
Posted: 12/29/2006 11 01 PM
Word Wallow
adaptation
transmutation
culmination
in conflagration
I can, I can
I languidly dive
in a surfeit of words
I loll in letters
shuck and jive
drown in language
come out alive
LS | |
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Posted: 6/7/2007 11:40:56 AM | tomorrow 2/25/07
then tomorrow you may have your day
unencumbered by
the weight of regret
the stain of bitterness
the film of remembrance
that even pleasant
makes a dim view
no...
tomorrow
will be sharp
tangy reality
LS
bringing it home from first, last and Mogador | |
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Posted: 6/7/2007 3:38:23 PM | isn't it cool how first, last is such a great muse? this one got it's start there, too.
oh, as it should be
me with you
you with me
sympatico, you see
i get you
you get me
no mystery here
not between us, dear
we are as we appear
each an individual
being ourselves
abandoning the ritual
of the initial interaction
shining souls glistening
ready for the passion
should it arrive
we will feel alive
each, alone, will strive
to feel the intensity
experience immensity
building the dream
eyes wide open
see the truth beneath
the surface oblique
true depths to plumb
perhaps, you're the one | |
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Posted: 6/7/2007 4:38:51 PM | I like that one S.....first, last is where the bulk of my poems come from, but now I also write them for your thread and Red Earth Mother's because you have themes.....often I need something to start with......guess I have a lazy mind......
soft sleep
soft bed..goodnight!
feather ticked flight
into the arms
of Morpheus
lulled by wine
to feel divine
and laughter
still ringing
in your ears
smile and sink
and sip sleep's drink
©LS 2/14/07
bringing it home from first, last and PoetFriends..... | |
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Posted: 6/7/2007 7:22:56 PM | ha ha, brizo. it just goes to show how valuable a muse is...  | |
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Posted: 6/7/2007 7:26:54 PM | I just wanted to stop in and let you know that I have been a follower of this thread for some time, a wonderfully warm and friendly ambiance one can find in these pages....plus some truly heartfelt and more importantly "real" poetry can be found. Hope you don't mind but would like to leave a little write for you ...our host...Brizo
Healing a Heart
Words can heal
a wounded heart
that has been cut deep
internally
this heart does weep
yet through words that are true
this heart
can again be brought anew
healing words
soothe so warm like a mid-day sun
for they can show
to another that life is not yet done
that we are not alone
for others walk paths of pain
yet through healing words
we find that fight
to heal our heart
be whole again........
God bless.....Wicked..
Edit: I just wanted to also add that I can very much relate to Msg 14...my view of marriage as well...sadly.....or well how it was I guess..... | |
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Posted: 6/7/2007 10:13:01 PM | Wabbit, welcome to the thread officially  ....I do the same thing, read but never post. Some of these writers are so talented I rarely leave anything in their thread because I feel like it's not good enough to stand beside their awesome talent. Others are talented but since we're friends, I feel comfortable leaving stuff. And there are some new people who are just blowing me away, very good stuff! But I've read your stuff, even though I haven't posted, and actually followed your romance a little too. This is a small pond when it comes down to the regulars .......
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bitter baggage
And so he spent his life in bliss lying in the bed he made.
be careful that the bliss isn't set on auto fade
as you go through life a cynic, turned into a jade
because you loved somebody, and somebody's body strayed
the glass becomes half empty, the clouds are full of rain
and you go around believing you will never love again
it's a self fulfilling prophecy - you're dragging round your pain
so drop your extra baggage and let happiness remain
LS 5/16/07 | |
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Posted: 6/7/2007 10:54:18 PM | Well see there? Good thing you have my thread to make you feel unintimidated to post! hahahahaha,... I knew it served a purpose,.... just wasn't sure what! hahahah
Ahhhhh my friend the things we learn
The writings good which you may spurn
Fear not what others do or say
Just post your works there anyway!
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 6/8/2007 12:52:59 AM | DARK
Silent the stars, overseeing
What petty criminal havoc
Lurches through abrupt arteries, lanes
Thick with garbage and wonder.
A yellow rose stretches hidden,
Slight fragrance of morning-breath
Bewitching several inches of black space
And the alumni of the sleeping garden. | |
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Posted: 6/8/2007 5:30:50 AM | good morning guys!
Erik, you know darn well you serve a purpose. Where would we put those bawdy poems? Not only do you accept them, you welcome them and like them.......I have written so many poems celebrating our friendship (or threatening you) that the tributes took nearly a page! I don't think you have an enemy on the pond, which is remarkable in itself....and, I can write about food, my secret passion.... You never get mad when I put dancing pickles or bananas in your thread. I love word wrestling with you.....here goes another half a page of tributes.....
Rory, that was awesome! Thank you for leaving that. I was just wishing yesterday you'd write a "pretty prose" and I get up this morning and there it is...... My mother loved yellow roses. I should put a rosebush by her grave, and some hollyhocks. I like the old graveyards because they're almost like gardens. The new ones look like military cemetaries, all headstones with no shade.
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wishcraft
made from tinctures
and words into potions
going through ancient motions
never knowing ...
a placebo
for the energy used
in wishing?
I honestly don't want
to know
mysteries
should remain so
LS 5/22/07 | |
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Posted: 6/8/2007 7:57:39 AM | Thanks for the welcome Brizo......and Erik to! 
Summertime fun
calls to me with a warm wind upon my ears
a road trip with kids in tow
brings on happy tears
for so much their little eyes shall see
hey mom I will hear
we don't have those kinds of trees
along the way I know they will peak my mind
at all such newness
that they will find
yet it is given to me
that these words I am bound to get
you know those dreaded ones........
are we there yet? | |
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Posted: 6/8/2007 5:04:20 PM | wabbit, going south? Apart from the inevitable boredom, it should be interesting......but I do remember moving accross the US with the girls, my little Subaru hatchback stuffed to the gills, a bike rack on the back and a car carrier up top. one girl would ride shotgun, the other lie down in a space in the hatchback.
Feeling like it was no fun for them, I ponied up and paid to go through Badlands, North Dakota. Now I was just fascinated, it looked like hell opened up, a complete mountainous terrain, but subterranian.....but the girls sulked and whined and fought with each other, the heat was oppressive, and the black flies were biting.
I lost my temper yelling "I paid for this view, look dammit!" .......we still laugh about that now, and the way they made me sing The Judds and Patsy Cline and Carly Simon (we didn't have a radio).......
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ADD love 2/26/07
What a way to lose me
no real argument
just a slow drift
lack of interest
the usual culprit
attention deficit
love starved world
we'd rather watch love
in movies
than try to live it
LS | |
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Posted: 6/10/2007 7:53:44 AM | well, I see I have tribute poems and things written for other people.....so that will be the next few postings.....
well, we have pensky, her trip, which produced a photo, finally.......but there was just one thing......
pensky, little poopy-doo
you tempt us with a pic of you
I think at last I'll see your face
but you're a thousand yards away, at least
and this is wishing her peace on her trip, which I do think she found. She is on another trip, and I think is finding a more permanent peace, that stays when the trips are over....
road trip
travel, look
take paper and pen
and book
geographical change
can change
your heart
start
to loose the
tangled knots
of pain
leave the fusspots
behind
meet crackpots
take snapshots
wander
yonder
LS 4/21/07
bringing it home from pensky's and Pummeling | |
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Posted: 6/10/2007 8:01:10 AM | pensky has a friend Red Earth Mother, who she introduced us to.....to our astonishment, the woman was an accomplished poet, who blew us away with her writing....she just had surgery, and this is wishing her health , during and after........
Red Earth Mother
may you heal while you sleep
and dream of things to come
increased strength and agility
athletic ability
gentlemen callers
Alabama princes
one with the match
to your glass slipper
and a kiss to wake you
from the slumber
of ennui
LS 5/25/07 | |
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Posted: 6/10/2007 8:07:54 AM | Then there's Erik, our delightful friend who is Cyn's favorite. He wanks me regularly, which has caused me to spit coffee laughing on more than one occasion.......yes, it's dangerous to be too serious around this man, who can knock the stuffiness right out of you......
Erik's a wanker
Erik, Erik naughty Viking
glad my writing's to your liking
I should charge a fee for wank
I could take you to the bank
but I'll leave your punishment
up to Cyn, the way it's meant
she looks like she can hold her own
without assistance, quite alone
she'll spank your fuzzy blond behind
but knowing you, you wouldn't mind....
LA 5/31/07
Erik's
notice the "e" is off the end of blond? In deference to your obvious manly virility..... | |
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Posted: 6/10/2007 8:15:09 AM | Last, but not least on the pond, is PoetFriend, who is also universally cherished . He is a sweet soul, with elegant manners, and just had a birthday recently.....this is from his thread...
Poetfriend
Happy birthday
June charmer
I give you
a jar of lightning bugs
to free
flowers blooming
gaudily
two dippers pouring
in the nightime sky
cicadas singing
a lullaby
a kiss on your cheek
from my northern home
sent in the air
along with this poem....
©LS 6/07/07
Happy Birthday sweet man.....may this be the year you find your special one, as you so deserve........ | |
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Posted: 6/10/2007 8:18:50 AM | ^^^ I wish I had written that....
so at this meeting
can I second that?
now OP I wish I could write something
to make it worthwhile
for all the words you post I admire
I am just on the outside
looking in
I thank you from my heart
YOU make me smile...
now when is YOUR birthday? | |
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Posted: 6/10/2007 8:20:07 AM | I have one written for my daughter who changed her hair color. This was written for the topic "the color of his/her hair" or Red Earth Mother's thread.......The new looks good on her, of course, but I miss her natural color, which she doesn't care for......
snapshot
the color of her hair
was like butterscotch caramel
topping, rich and warm
but she said
too green
and dyed it
deep red
I keep the picture
of her leaning
to fasten her heels
the curve and sweep of her hair
against the satin
of her prom gown
of such small memories
a mother's life
is made
LS 6/01/07
bringing it home from Red Earth Mother's free verse, Alyoshas | |
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Posted: 6/10/2007 8:36:22 AM | Hi sweetie, you kind of snuck in there.........I have an embarrassment of riches a few pages back, my birthday was May 20th, a Taurus born on the cusp of Taurus and Gemini, with Gemini rising and Mercury (the communicator and sensory input) in Gemini.......
Have you found your daughter's cat? Don't despair, tom's can stay away for quite awhile and be just fine uh, doing their nature thing.....a vet friend explained cats to me. Females can be put into heat by the male during mating, this is why they have so many litters. Males don't have to wait for the female to be in heat. However, it's somewhat painful for the female, which is what that yowling is all about....my vet friend calls it "kitty rape" and she says Siamese are the biggest culprits of this sexual aggression....after he's sampled the ladies, your cat will be back......
This is written for my granddaughter, who will be turning five June 28th. This child simply has the sweetest disposition, her and her best friend, who is her cousin Gage.......we three had the best night going to Dairy Queen and the park, and watching cartoons till we fell asleep.....I love to listen to them discuss ghosts and bad guys and how to deal with them (by karate chops and changing into Power Rangers)
freeze (for Bella, near her fifth birthday)
It's hard
to let the baby go
the round,chubby
sturdiness
the guiless giggles
you have just
picked me clover
you sit on my lap
announcing you will be
five
my grandma heart gives
a painful squeeze
glad, of course
that you go on
but wishing,
for a moment,
freeze...
previously posted in "wings of an angel", "age of innocence" | |
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Posted: 6/10/2007 8:50:01 AM | *sigh* this one is for Ed (along with the other 20 or so....) the one that got away a long time ago and I've never quite forgotten.....do we ever, though? I honestly felt he was my mate, communication and living were effortless, sex was great, and we had a mutual admiration society going.......
Why he married that other girl, became secretly free, and married someone else AGAIN is beyond me......I know he thought I could never trust him.......I guess my perception was way off, and the feelings were one sided....... 
Mr. Ed
to you
I gave my heart
so long ago
still sometimes
I wander nostalgic
through rooms of memory
you watching while I slept
confessing your feelings
and surprise at the depth
holding me slow dancing
kissing me into slavery
pranking my daughters
cooking with me
there has never been
again
anyone
like
irreplaceable
you......
©Ls 5/26/07 | |
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