Dansideas's Blog

June 30, 2009

A Beginning Statement

Filed under: opening poems — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 11:56 pm


Tell me dear woman,
Do you want me as I am?
I do not know who or
What I am now.
I can only live each day
As it comes upon me.
I will make no promises
To you about anything.
For I no longer believe
In what I once thought
To be true of me and
The world.
If you can handle such
A one as I,
Then I will most likely
Give myself to you.
But beware of feelings
You yourself have.
For we are much alike
You and I.
And I want no more hurt
In my life,
Neither yours or mine.


The Game

Filed under: opening poems — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 11:37 pm


The game now begins.
The starting gate has
Opened and the race
Is on.
How poor away to say
That I now will try
To win your heart.
Ah but the question
Is it your heart or
Just your body that
I desire?
The floodgates of my
Various passions are
Open and letting the
Years of built up
Emotions run free.
But know that over all
Of these passions,
The deepest and largest
Desire is for someone
Who is mentally equal
To myself.
Someone who is not
Afraid to question the
Gods themselves over
And tell them that they
Are wrong, if need be.
To question is the need
To know,
And knowing is nothing
More than faith,
Faith that what you
Think you know,
Is right and trueful.
Are you one to question?
Will you question with
Me in this world of
Second guessers?

Just A Short Note To Say

Filed under: opening poems — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 11:26 pm


My child is hooked once again.
Who can I love when I’m not even
Happy about myself?
Almost anytime I get to a place
Where there are women to know,
I find one.
When will I find the right one?
One who is pretty and sexy?
Loves to make love in all the ways?
Has a beatiful body from head to toes?
And the MIND to go with it?

Ah, The Women

Filed under: opening poems — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 11:16 pm


Ah, the women are surley
My down fall.
For I know not how to
Find the ones that are
Good for me.
Through out the years
Since I started liking
The female sex,
I do not believe I
Have ever really gone
After the right ones.
I have never disliked
The female sex like
Most males have when
They were children.
Even in kindergarden
I was in love with the
Young girls who were
Not in love with me.
And on and on it goes
Even into middle age.
I love women and sex.
But I only really enjoy
Sex with the woman I
Am in love with.
I hate trying to play
The game of meeting
New ladies.
For I am really very
Shy to start off with.
I do build up later
Both emotionally and
Nothing would please
Me more than to settle
Down with a very
Beautiful and sexual
But how in this world
Does a shy starter get
Someone tell me please.

Out Again

Filed under: opening poems — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 10:58 pm


Down for the count,
But where did the
Knock-out come from?
I sware I never saw
The punch.
Down and out.
Knowing what I am
Trying to do.
But lost in this haze
Of confusion.
Like being one step
Outside myself.
I can see what I am
Doing but it doesn’t
Seem to be me.
What power do you
Women have that you
Can do this to me?
Must I never step
Into the ring of
Love again?
Is the life of
Loneliness the only
One that is safe?
Is celibacy to be the
Way of my life forever?
I guess I would rather
Be celibate than to
Have sexual relations
Without love.
For sex without love
Is nothing more than
And masturbation is
Unsatisfactory as a
Substitute for love.
How many times must
I be counted out
Before I leave the ring?
As it is I seldom
Try to enter that ring.
Maybe I should take
Up wrestling instead.

New Loves

Filed under: opening poems — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:29 pm


With a growing fondness
Of knowing.
I watch each tender new
Love bud into life.
Stepping lightly with
Careful steps,
For memories of past
Heartbreakes still fill
My soul with fear.
But with bold hope I
Still go forth.

Loves Broken Record

Filed under: opening poems — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:23 pm


“I love you” spoke
The dying man to the
As she walked away
Into the mist of
Yet another dream to
Add to loves broken

loves broken recored opening

Filed under: loves broken record — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 9:16 pm

Here are poems written for the different woman I have fallen in love (or lust?) with over the years since I got divorced so long ago. Enjoy the feelings expressed, enjoy the words used, and if any of the ladies who these are for happen to read them, know if only for a short while, you were loved and wanted by someone.

Old King George

Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:57 pm


Old King George is still
Alive and well in this
For he lives on in the
Likes of Jerry Falwell,
Nancy Regean and all of
Those politicians who
Pass the laws down on
Those of us who still
Believe in what we
Were taught in school
As children.
That this country was
Founded on the ideas of
Freedom to worship as
We choose or not choose
To do.
That the passing of laws
Was to enhance the
Freedom of the people,
Not restrict it.
It is a sad time in
The country we loved is
Dying even as we
Celebrate the Lady of
Freedom Herself.
What mockery we do to
Give honor to Her,
While we become a
Police state hiding
Behind Her skirts.
While I may not
Condone what others
May do or like all the
I defend their right to
Do it,
For it hurts no one
But themselves.
My mind and body
Are my own to choose
To do with,
Not the States.
Even God gives his
People the choice to
Follow His rules or not.
Are the leaders of our
Own people even higher
In understanding than their
Own God?
It is time for our so
Called leaders to eat
Some humble pie and
Let freedon ring once
Again in this great country.
So it may be great once
More and shine as a
Becon to the world.

Sorrow And Joy

Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:40 pm


The price of love is sorrow,
Also joy.
Joy for the good times.
Joy for the times shared.
Joy for the pure love that
Will never die.
The price of love is joy,
Also sorrow.
Sorrow for the loss of
Future time not to be shared.
Sorrow for no more good times.
Sorrow for plans yet to be
Sorrow and grief for those of
Us who must stay and feel the
Loss for the time remaining
In our own lives.
But remember that when
Ones life is no longer liveable,
To stay alive is but torture
For that being.
To force one to live so that
We can enjoy their presence
And not have to feel the
Sorrow of losing the suffer
Is a greater crime than that
Of one who takes their own life.
They now have peace,
The peace I wish I had,
Instead of my own sorrow.

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