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Posted:Oct 10, 2015 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2018 6:04 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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Length of pages of Blogs
Posted:Nov 30, 2017 6:56 pm
Last Updated:Dec 30, 2017 8:50 pm
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I was wondering what folks think is a good number of pages for a blog. How many pages back do people read? At one time I had nearly 20 pages. I have started from scratch a few times. The last being the beginning of November. I guess. I recently read blogs that had about 10 to 15 pages. It is funny reading a blog the way we do. We basiciy read the ending first as we read recent happenings/posts to pasts. If a blog is currently boring or uninteresting we never delve past the first pages. It is what it is. I am debating leaving up some of my favorite poems as sticky posts again. We shall see.
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Like Me Some Of That. A Poem
Posted:Jan 19, 2018 10:51 pm
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2018 6:53 am
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I want to relax with you
I want things to be natural
And smooth
We could rut like animals
Full of lust
And ardor
But conversely
I want tender
Loving actions.
Kisses and
Affectionate gestures.

Can I have my cake
And eat it too?
Can I both have you
Licking and nibbling me
And then tasting you
And having it more
Than once a day?
Twice would be nice
And thrice even nicer.

So from sweet
And relaxed
To wild and mad
I would very much
Like me some of that!
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Renewable Acquaintances. A Poem
Posted:Jan 19, 2018 1:14 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2018 8:09 am
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Has anyone gone
Through their messages
And wondered
What happened
To so and so?
Where did they go?
Why did we lose touch?
Has too much
Time passed.?

But just perhaps
A nudge!
A reminder sent
Of past pleasant chats
Could bring it back!
An eureka of sorts
That proves
That people can
Come back
Into the fold
Who we once
Thought lost.
In effect they
Can become
Renewable Acquaintances.
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What Good Is My Being Here? A Poem
Posted:Jan 18, 2018 8:21 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2018 5:21 am
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I really should not
Make an announcement
I really should just fade away
Go off into
The proverbial sunset
But I am ever the softener
Of harshness
As I myself have had
Too much of that to date.

If I lose my inspiration
If I lose my inclination
To write about love
Or a particular love interest
What good is my
Still being here?
My blog revolves around
That subject
And dreams of such
Are just not cutting it.

This may just be
A temporary thing
As I reevaluate
My lovelessness.
Or it could be prolonged
Lasting weeks
Or months.

I know that once again
Valentine's Day is
Not a day I look
Forward to.
Not by a long shot!
Instead I shall
Be occupying myself
With other stuff
I shall be spending it
With relatives
Who are also not
The recipients
Of romantic gestures.
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Broken Is A Word That Applies To Me A Poem
Posted:Jan 17, 2018 3:49 am
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2018 3:39 pm
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I was inspired by MulleenofMelb poem broken stories. He has a way of getting my mind going and thoughts flowing with his own poems. He is a wordsmith way better than me.

Broken is a word
That applies to me
I look in the mirror
And that is what I see.
Broken teeth
At the very least.
But inside me
Is a heart that is
Broken more
Often than not.
I have yet to find
The right cure
Although time
Does try to heal
It by itself.
I still wish
There were
A glue
I could procure.
Although what kind
Of store
Would it be found
A hardware
Or pharmacy
Or a big box one
That has general merchandise.

Younger years
Was a heart pure
And whole?
Would that we could go
Back to that time
But only yes only
Can we think of it
In hindsight.

Now broken and sadly impure
But still a heart
That has so much more!
I have to remember
That my heart is to be shared
With others not just a particular man!
I am more than a half of a couple
That is missing it's other half.
I may be in search of him
But in the interim
My heart can swell
With other things.
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I Remember And I Wonder A Poem
Posted:Jan 17, 2018 2:01 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2018 6:33 pm
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You were so effing sexy
Your photos
And your stories
Really got to me.
It made me tingly
I was wet in various places
One you could see
Another was hidden.
Some other parts
Became swollen.

Yes your stories
Of your adventures
Your sensuality.
How you liked
To be naked
How you liked
To swim that way
In your pool.
Ah I did so envision that
And wish I were
There with you.

Your photos became part
Of the my mind's eye
As I envisioned you doing
Various things.
Ah! Yes! those sensual acts
Of your favorite activities.
How you had an oral fixation
How you loved the taste
And smell and feel of a woman.

How your 9 inch cock
Loved attention
How it loved to be licked
And sucked
And your balls liked
Similar ministrations
Ah yes! saying this made me
Wish I could perform
That for you.
To give you the best
Blow job you ever had
Or at least a memorable one
With a very very happy ending.

You then said how
You want to feel a woman
All over with your hands
As you do the most
Wonderful thing
Of entering her
And beginning
A rhythm.
Mmm, yes.
In and out
Slow and then fast
Switching it up.
How you hope to last
To make it to the point
The woman is about
To climax.

I remember all of this
And wish we had kept
In touch
But our communication
Was severed
As you lived so far away
I had to put you out of mind
But days like today
I remember you
And wonder.
What you are up to
And if you are happy
And doing what you
Told me brings
You satisfaction.
And a smile to your face.
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You Are Free To Go A Poem
Posted:Jan 16, 2018 9:33 pm
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2018 3:41 pm
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I wrote this poem 3 years ago.

You Are Free To Go

It is not often that I willingly say goodbye,
And no it is not in a snarky way,
I just have to keep in mind,
That you are not owned by me
In any way, shape or form,
You are your very own person.

And so you are free to go,
I will stop short of saying fare thee well.
I am not a saint,
Who can so quickly forgive and forget
No, I am just of the mind
That I can no longer waste my time,
On someone who cannot be trusted.

Trust is a commodity
That like a precious metal,
Seems to be of a finite quality.
I may speak of this eloquently,
But inside I am just afraid,
Of getting hurt again.

And so you are free,
I am releasing you
From any further obligations,
This is not to save you really,
It is about my own self protection.
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Gifts From A Lover A Poem
Posted:Jan 16, 2018 9:29 pm
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2018 3:45 pm
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I wrote this poem 3 years ago.

Gifts from a Lover

I have never received much
By way of gifts from a lover,
Maybe because I never asked.
I was always of the mind that
That would cheapen our connection.
Making it some kind of business transaction.

When a man tells me he was used before,
I try to empathize,
I really do,
But I have a really hard time
Because I have been
The one that was used,
But in a different way,
I did not give like him,
With his , bobbles and trinkets,
I just gave of my body and myself.
And in the process I was cheapened.
For I barely held on to my self respect
For the most part he is just crying
About a slimmer wallet.

So when a man tells me
His previous wives
Or girlfriends were selfish,
It makes me think,
Does he want me to take pity on him?
Does he want me treat
Him differently than them?
That is surely a given,
He is appealing to my better angels,
He is lucky I still have some.

The most prized gifts that I receive,
Are simple really,
It is just the spending time with me.
It is just the sharing of his time and energy.
Yes, things that we share,
Things that we do together,
Those are what I consider,
The most highly prized gifts from a lover.

Perhaps this makes me a novelty?
Perhaps this makes me a fool?
Who can be discarded so easily?
What it makes me in my mind,
Is being true to myself,
I am not bought by any means.
I am earned the old fashioned way,
But heaven forbid he comes
To think of me as work,
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Where Will I Be When You Are Ready For Me? A Poem
Posted:Jan 15, 2018 1:53 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2018 12:19 pm
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Where will I be
When you are ready for me?
Will I be with someone else by then?
You see I cannot wait
Forever and a day.
I have not many
Of those days to spare.
I am lonely after all.
Other men may show interest.
Should I deny myself
A little happiness?

I know my heart will remain reserved
It will look hard at any potential
New occupants.
It will compare, oh yes it will
Compare them all to you

Some will be nowhere
Near your caliber
They may be off
By a hair or more
But they will at least be trying
To make a case,
They will be present.
They will be willing.
They will offer me something
And it is up to me to contemplate.
And make a decision.
Can you blame me?
Who is to blame?

Where will I be
When you are ready for me?
I hope I am free
But remember my dear
I can only wait so long
Before I decide I have to move on.
And will you really care?
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Making Light Of Rejection A Poem
Posted:Jan 15, 2018 12:25 am
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2018 6:27 pm
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***I wrote this 3 years ago*** I wish I could take my own advice here.

It can be very painful to lose a love. So I want to help a little bit if at all possible. Please take this in the vein it is meant...a loving gesture of a kindred spirit who has been in your shoes. Okay?

Making Light of Rejection

When a friend or a loved one is broken hearted
When you, yourself feel this pain
You have to take some time and think about
Breathing and exhaling
And then you have to find something to make you laugh.
You have to try to find your joy again,

It is not always appreciated that rejection is a process,
Who cares right?
It is just painful to experience,
It is just awful to watch when it happens to a loved one,
But like the Greek Alphabet,
There is an Alpha and an Omega,
A beginning and an end,
For few relationships last a lifetime,
Heck, Nicholas Sparks could not even have one.

Sometimes you might have to have a pair of scissors
Or a sharp knife
To cut the ties of nostalgia
To cut those romantic ties to another.
They are just an idea and not a real recommendation
Of hurting someone.
These words are just an euphemism.

Partners seem to come and go,
But we must be ready to say Howdy! to new ones
And Goodbye to old ones.
We have to see that a new partner may provide
A service,
An act that was proving tiresome to someone else,
And wouldn't it nice to tap into that kind of enthusiasm?
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One Person's Attention. A Poem
Posted:Jan 14, 2018 2:21 am
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2018 10:27 pm
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Its not like I want
Every man's attention.
What would I
Do with it?
I am not a model
Or singer or actress
Selling something.

This has been in my mind
A subconscious idea
That too much notice
Would mean I would
Have to choose
One over another
Thereby hurting someone
In the process.

People are too cavalier
They are seemingly oblivious
How their actions can
Negatively impact others
Or perhaps some realize this
And like such a power.

I am too compassionate
And empathetic at times
For my own good.
I get stuck in what
Amounts to mental barb wire.
As going any further
My mind prohibits.

I guess with such limitations
I want to find
Or have someone find me
Wno is hindered mentally
In the same way
Wanting one person's attention
And not that
Of too many.
Yes finding the proverbial
Precious gem
Who is unique
Whose flaws
Are not much
Of a detraction
Of his worth
And beauty.
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His Journey Here On Out. A Poem
Posted:Jan 13, 2018 11:02 pm
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2018 1:49 am
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How do I tell him
That I am not going
To be saying yes
For anything
More than friends?
As I dont think
He has what
I really need
And want
An open heart
And mind that
Is not taken
Nor occupied
By another woman.

I don't want to
Hurt his feelings
I have had my own
Hurt too many times.

I could tell
Him the truth
As I see it
But he might
Not admit it
He may deny
That he still
Is emotionally
Beholden to a prior love.
I can't be a bouncing ball
That he dribbles with one hand
And has the other woman
Similarly handled.

There might not be
A time or place for us
I can't fault our
Past decisions.
I can only wish
Him well
On his journey
Here on out.
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