Once again I stand
alone in No Man’s Land:
A land that women shun.
Are men there? No, not one!
Except me,
creatively dancing,
writing poetry,
attempting romancing.
And I don’t have to try
to be a nice guy.
But the sad reality
is no woman goes there with me.
And so, there, alone I stand:
A funny intellect in No Man’s land.
Please let me know today/
whether or not you’re ok?./
We can talk now/
after my show/
-er,/
other/
-wise/
not ’til 9/
am I online.
Romance and beauty/
were never far from the rose./
She just could never see clearly/
whether awake or in sweet repose./
It followed her/
where e’r she went:/
out gardening le’ Fleur,/
or collecting the rent,/
Or cheering her children,/
or entertaining her friends,/
the rose’s beauty and/
romance had no beginning, nor end./
To see romance and beauty clearer,/
the rose needed simply to find a mirror.
What r we going 2 do/
if you really like me,/
and I really dig you?/
Can we spend the whole day/
groovin’ on each other that way?/
But maybe we don’t.?
Then we won’t.
When you tell me straight:/
I’m creepy with no filters,/
expect me to leave.
Let Seussian rhymes/
then fade away, and focus/
on deeds of today!
When seeds sown long past/
at last spout and grow, the need/
for sleep fades away.
I dont respect me/
in the morning and I’m tired/
of feeling that way.
A desire to be/
desired will never give one/
what’s really desired.
1 thing I won’t do/
is write a sonnet, ode or Haiku,/
trying so hard to woo,/
and b bedded 1 or 2 times,/
just because I’m clever with rhymes./
[Well, nevermind!]