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BLYTHE

delightful darling
pretty as a sage
a violet heaven
upon a stage
Glorius kept
spendthrift lent
a prize to heart
and minds heat
bent
Aside my throne
so pallid borne
Treasured meant
hearts lock
key and Home

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Thank U!

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This is a beautiful and rhythmic slice of poetry, Esker. The last 'rhyme' wasn't perfect, but I am a firm believer that a rhyme is better off imperfect than the incorrect word used just to force symmetry. I love this.

man...Im spinning in the dust.....force symmetry..
I havent heard the word symmetry in ages
and ages....I sit on my wolfy haunches with
tilted head...silence..no howl or pace..
dazed amazed...been awhile since such
talent...this is beautiful!
rhythmic..again another word not heard
in ages...

power and control...I know a lot of people
hetro and samey same...in it their is
role specific they play...One dominant
and one submissive...
I knew women that would ask me what
they should wear...school the one
and job interivew the other...both more
smarter then I..I was flattered they asked
me....and they both loved the attention
and critique....The school one..I loved
what she wore...black dress..very very
flattering but it had stockings with
designs...on anyone else it would
not have drawn heads..but on her
it put her in a different category
altogether...I said it would be a little
Distracting! she chose the regular
black ones instead and was a big
hit in her crowd that day!..
I never asked...they just bought
me clothes to spice up my mandrobe
and little details which I wore...
trusting their judgement in what
looked hip and in fashion!

the women and bright others who
bowed...and sat literally at the feet
of their rather lesser of character
and brillaint partners I worried
but soon as trouble hit...they
dumped them anyway so it was
just a role play then a squashing
of the soul....

many of the ladies loved fifty shades
of grey....
I am a control freak
but also refuse to spend all that valuble
time dressing people like personal
dolls or slaves...even for game
or play....sure they were delighted
when I used my Dominant voice
and took charge of issues...
cleaning up messes brought on
by lesser then bossier personas..

I like it best when people can flank
left and right...go out thinking on
their own and bring back valuable
intel or observations
that want is more harder then just
playing the King to the court princess
or queen..

no dog collars required
but I could be wrong
im just learning and talking
to those who are into
this on another site
very creative and caring
souls...
a year ago I was the
most overbearing asshole
and judgemental being
all based on fear
of course...

the new impression
since giving up
as I saw it
is leading more
communication
and teaching from
others too me
in the great interchange

so happy this occurred

glad the poem works
perhaps its a more
relaxed and more realer
version of self

Thank U very much
Coming from U
whom I greatly admire
this means so much

Thank U!

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She came downstairs in her clothes...asked me what I thought..
I thought...go try on the other clothes you brought..
it was a job for managing a high end phone store..big chain name
When she came down..that was the dress
"Now You look like Your run the place...the other outfit looks
like you work for the place~"
she got the job and now manages a huge territory
just got a big ass promotion...
very brilliant hard working women
good looking too
My Bunni would be something too if not for the anxiety
as it is her sister is doing well these days!

author comment

I just love your cameos of life and thoughts. They are poetry in themselves.
Did like the poem as well though. Jxx

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