my last line crusade as I call it..
for me the last 'us'
I feel could be relieved here...
more of a mystery
as to the actual origin of the echo
or wave of thought exists
In the distant love
of which everyone is writing of
lately and always

always the within or without

my old comp popped capicitor
or something
my comp pal will find the source
of this perturbance!
a genuise of sorts

I like how people approach the
'distance' and 'longing' 'ache' and
pang of this...
you write for me in a way that
just wows me

i know I do always go on
thank u rhiannon
Mr Wolf!

at least a 4.6.
I remember a dinner
(she paid..upscale patio resturant)
toronto...daviseville...the new Yorkdale
we still keep our arms length away
save for the parting kisses
and gilded eyes
no neat to replate the moments
with its fire
vintage hearts are somethings
the best to hold too
in the old race through the
gauntlet of enemies
or time!

p.s. ur writing is timeless!
Thank U
Respectually
mr wolf who lopes the lonely northern
eskers...

ritual and attire is a delight
passion and romance
equally i pay tribute too

the modernity of today
has lost its zest
track pants and easy acess
clothing and life
the wham bam..bored now
need options...
no more mental foreplay
for stimulation to any senses
the push button make me
happy world
so easily our minds wired
for the challenge ..that dance
wooing.....subdueing of dominance
and submission of rules
heirarchy and love of the detailing
almost like handcrafted

when they get what they want
and they never want it again...
Hole..Loved that vid..

everyone remembers cleopatra
and alexander and ghangis kahn
coporate take over

the art of the relationship
people bore easy
creating atmosphere and tricky
worlds of interest is fading
the bare grunt and ding of the
bell is the language of today
like Metropolises gritty function
a great movie by Fritz Lang...
but of course...I loved the
mechanization of perfection
the then exhulted but vision
of how the future may become
with even a senseless ideal
of perfection
the super muse
the super hero so be it

forbidden love

how one protects the ego
the persona
the multilayering of selves
to protect the old hurts
weaknesses...
worship on pedestals

if I let her in she will see
im a fraud...a monster
she will see im weak
a nobody
my darkness

im a notch on her gunslinger
good looks gunbelt
having her want
is tribute..the false respect
to the cost of intimacy
warmth
risk..

false dawns

i never made the jump
the ladies having me for
dinner...course now its just
happiness and comfort
no ones locked me in
if anything i have more
freedom of the exchange
they laughed at all my petty
fears and insecurities
and but equally
i charmed and dominant
took what i wanted and
they allowed
dazzled that at least
i was a confident man
then..and now....

the dinner happened
one of the glorious
memories...and sometimes
that want...need..urge
unslaked is a thirst..a
driving force to find in its
dry composure a deluge
of the mystery and allure
of the gleaming mirage....

but that complex and frustrating
madenned perplexity
still is cut through by the intuitive
nature of that attraction

now I would have taken her lead
we had a room....evening quiet
park side settings...both of us
love the outdoors...atmosphere
enviroment everything
unrequited love
is like a drug
rock ballads of love and dismay
abound

but as u so aptly write
impotent
a charged storm
never finding ground
its romantic in its own
way...

excellently written in
your style that for me
dazzles me

a bow to you
fair Lady!

mr man about town

Wolf!

This might sound a little strange but this poem totally reminds me of a poem called "The Disappointment" by Aphra Behn (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/43639)

Your word choices are so decadent, and in a way old-fashioned, that I'm reminded of that poem from the 1600s. Yet, I don't feel the disappointment in your poem necessarily. It is like your poem is the other side of the coin of a situation like this one.

If I could make a tiny suggestion, I think the word choice of "sweet nectar" is teetering toward the cliche. Maybe "saccharine" or even "botanical" or "bacchian" for something really different could replace "sweet", if you like the idea.

Hope this helps! I really look forward to read more of your writing,
Kelsey

decadent! totally forgot about that word!
been busy bumming about town and cleaning up
the places...tidying...hate hoarding! its unkempt
opposite of decadent!

and Botanical......amazing....
been so long since I hung out with worldy minded
intellectuals who got out of the knothole now and
then....every five years I hit the road for a month
with chums...
the Greg arious Rhoade of life
!

W ( also im a big fan of Rhiannons writing!)

Having read you critique on my work
then having read yours
and
the comments of two
WOW neopoets

They know what they say
but
I have a word too
permit me will you

There is nothing I or you have said or say
that has not been said before
nor what you compose today
will not be composed
I of that I amn't sure

but life repeats itself in cycles
you are just a spoke
as we all are too

But today as you seek a PhD
I only pray good victory for you

Pardon my gibbering
I as I have said before
ain't a poet at all.

Wonder why folks read me
and my broken verse
coz maybe I amn't that useless
may be terse.

Please pardon my unwarranted
discourse or silly verse
maybe it could be worse!
hopefully not lady poet....

young lady
did you mean drenched
maybe more appropriate
to my schooling

love your word use
and brilliant mind
been throwing in my lush descriptors
in my mad way with my works
of late
give it some oomph

thanks

mr esker

Step 4 says "Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves."
Once a friend/lover did my 4th step for me. He was devastating hurtfully accurate and insightful about many things.
One thing that baffled me and I could not understand the problem was he said-
"You are excessively sensual and you love that way way too"

That is this poem and it is not a crit. A truly superb piece of work. The one suspect word has been corrected.

As a hedonist, a lover, a sensualist this touched me with sensitivity and elegance,
thank you, Rhinannon.