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

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 person 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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An Old Acquaintance Sent Me A Message A Poem
Posted:May 24, 2019 9:40 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2019 11:17 pm
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It was a blast from the past
An acquaintance sent
a message
He told me he was moving
Away from New England
Moving to the Southwest.
He needed a change of scenery
He had lived there before
And the weather is better
Perhaps the women too
Will be more amenable?

I wished him well.
He is easy on the eyes
But his ego has some flaws.
I didn't tell him
It was a guarded thought.
I don't really know
How he is in a relationship
Never having been
In one with him
But some comments
He has made
Have made me wonder
If he would be too judgmental
He might be too much
Of a perfectionist
For any woman
To measure
But I could be wrong
And he could be
A real pushover.
Alas, I was not ever
Going to find out.
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Your Natural Integrity A Poem
Posted:May 24, 2019 7:47 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2019 8:53 pm
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Your concern
Was so welcome.
Your understanding
Was exemplary
Of your caring.
It is something
I find valuable
In a friend
And when found
In a love interest
Pulls my heart strings.
An emotional connection
is deepening.

I can only hope
You continue
To act this way.
it is not artifice
But your natural integrity.
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Do Not Fret A Poem
Posted:May 23, 2019 9:15 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2019 9:42 pm
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Do Not Fret Written in 2015

Do not fret my darling,
My attention has been diverted.
Shortly it will veer back toward you
And then I shall not divide it.

Do not fret my darling,
I want to spend my time
With you and only you.
No audience to our conversation
No others participating.

Fretting will be forgotten,
When our arms for the other,
When our lips tentatively touch,
And then get much more urgent.

Fretting will be long forgotten
By the time we end our embrace
Much much later on
And smiles will be upon us.
And our skin will be glowing.

We will have a lover's glowingness.
Something should be patented
But no can own it.
It may be considered borrowed
But not returned with haste
No it should be kept as long as humanly possible.
No fretting necessary.
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Magnificent A Poem
Posted:May 23, 2019 8:45 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2019 5:38 pm
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More banter
More sexual talk
Innuendo as well as
Graphic thoughts.
We did both.
Ah how aroused
We both got!

There is anticipation!
And then some!
Okay how can
That happen?
It just assumes
It is all inclusive.
The highest point
Part and parcel.
Included in the definition.

Mmmm, mmmm,mmmm
It will go the way
Of a roller coaster
Or waves of the ocean.
Many up and down motions.

When we get together
Will it be explosive?
I am betting it will
Be at the least
Magnificent.
As there will be
Many the orgasm!
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Replete And Seconds A Poem
Posted:May 23, 2019 12:10 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2019 7:25 pm
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When I see him
He knows what
I will be wanting
It will be immediate
I want his kisses.
Many and often.

My hands will roam
All over his chest
I hope he does not mind
When my fingers slip
Under his shirt
To feel his skin
And his furriness.

My sighs of pleasure
Those mmmms
That come natural
Little moans
That speak volumes
Of what I am feeling
And experiencing.

I will take his hand
And lead him
Into the bedroom.
Where we will discard our clothes
Aaahhh the access I sought
His whole body exposed
To my eyes and hands
Add my mouth
As I feather kisses
Along his neck
And collarbone.
And lower still
To that chest
My hands have a mind
Of their own
As they roam.

What is he doing
While I perform these acts?
You may very well ask.
Well he is letting me
As this was the promise
We made in advance.

I am asserting my claim.
I am being the aggressor.
I am being the one to tame
While he acquiesces
To my every whim.

He knows how in the end
He will have the most satisfaction
As I will go about my business.
How thorough I will be!
As I dole out pleasure
Bit by bit
Until we are replete.
Well for the time being
Most assuredly a round two
Will be upcoming
As he goes for seconds.
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He Who Finds Faults A Poem
Posted:May 22, 2019 10:59 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2019 1:02 am
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Will I ever be able
To relax with him
Knowing he is judging
My every moment?

He who finds fault
Because I am not
So many things
He wishes I was.

I know we are
Not destined
To be together
For long.
I feel the end
Is imminent.

It hurts because
It began so promising.
Before he knew my faults
Before he judged me
For my lack of things.

There is no going back
I cannot change
Everything soon enough
For his liking.
Bidding each other adieu
Is in the offing.

No. He is not perfect.
He has this thing
Called being judgmental
Which is his prerogative
I will not belittle him
That is something
I will not do.
For I understand
All too well
How such things
Hurt one's soul.
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Saying Nice Things About Me A Poem
Posted:May 22, 2019 10:20 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2019 8:30 pm
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I wonder about the nice things
He says about me
Does he really mean them?
Or is it just him being polite?
Something he was taught
And is now a habit
And automatic.

I say thank you
And compliment him back
It is just what I have learnt
How I now act.

When we speak about
More personal subjects
When we start to discuss
Our thoughts and feelings
I am sure someone
With his polite mentality
Will be as equally compassionate.
It is what I have gathered
What I indeed imagine.

It sure beats talking
To someone with no manners
A neanderthal like jerk
Who seemingly does not know
What a compliment is
Or if he does
He does not use them
For some unbeknownst reason.
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Honest With Myself A Poem
Posted:May 21, 2019 11:05 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2019 10:52 am
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If I am honest with myself
Which is a mindset
That can be in doubt
I will know why
I have stopped
From making progress
And changing things
That I ought.

I feel that my attempts
Will be futile.
I will not measure up
To your standards
In some regards.
This is in the back
Of my mind
And it is acting
Like self sabotage.

You will never love me
You will never see
Me as worthy
It would take
Me winning the lottery
And getting a few
College degrees.

It is laughable
But not really
For this is
The harsh reality
That I have come
To admit openly
When before I just
Felt it subconsciously.
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The Actions Of Which You Speak A Poem
Posted:May 21, 2019 8:12 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2019 1:04 am
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I should be excited.
And indeed I am
I am so full of anticipation
I can barely stand it.

A few days
Until we meet again.
We have already discussed
What we will be doing.
Ah yes!
Kissing and touching.
That will lead to more
I have fantasized often
Of those very actions.

You mentioned today
What you want to do.
I smiled as I agree
I want you to be happy
And you will make
That happen
With the actions
Of which you speak.

A few days
Can they come soon enough?
I will just have to wait
And then live in the moment!
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Carpe Diem And Summer
Posted:May 20, 2019 9:22 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2019 6:07 pm
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Carpe Diem And Summer written in 2015

Summer is coming
So many pleasant breezes wafting
So many lovely sunrises
So many lovely sunsets.

I want to experience them
With a lightheartedness
Not like recent years past
When I was less than cognizant
I offered summer barely
An acknowledgement.

Yes,a whole season of warmth
I would spend indoors,
I did have things to do.
I was a caretaker for my Mom.
And I had chores.

I am to blame as well
I did not care to expose
Myself to others
Never mind the sun.
I was so self conscious
I was almost desperate
To remain unobserved.

The lesson I have learned
Is that I only have one life
The days are finite.
Those summer days
Are mine in all their glory
If I just embrace them
Carpe diem
At it's finest.
The zenith of weather
Mine to witness
And treasure.
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He Is An Excellent Kisser A Poem
Posted:May 20, 2019 7:37 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2019 5:31 pm
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He is an excellent kisser.
Again and again
He will plant kisses
Nearly ravaging my lips
Then he will move on
To my ears
And neck
And lower still
I open my shirt
To give him access
To my chest
That is heaving
For breath.

Ah to think
Of this
How I want more
And more
Like a glutton!
But first he and I
Have to make
An arrangement.
Yes, find time
To get together
And make those kisses
So warm and welcoming
Just an appetizer.
To the main course.
Which we will be
More than ready for!
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