88 poems

Do you realize that i wrote 88 poems about you?When I tried sending
you links to all the poems about you,,I SUDDENLY realized at how many
LOT there were..
way back then, while I WAS A FREE BIRD twittering away about mr.u, i
THINK, you coveted that..that thing i had for him where i WOULD TWEET
ON AND blog on about HIM..
you wanted that for yourself.SOMEONE...who would WRITE constantly about you...
YOU COVETED that, you seduced me with your flirty words AND YOU GOT ME
TOO.. 88 poems...hmmmmmm
HAPPY NOW?
jealousy can make you do stupid things and covet things even if you
REALLY DON'T NEED THEM..
after all,CAN I COMPETE WITH THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR HIM?you hang around
like a dog ON HIS FACEBOOK..like a dog

WHICH TELLS me,,how much of ARDENT,DEVOTED,DOGGED LOVE YOU ARE CAPABLE OF
and then it makes me jealous, THAT , I am NOT the target of your dogged love...
HE IS..and he always will be till as long as you live
CAN'T COMPETE WITH HIM COZ I WILL NEVER WIN.
And that makes me sad,coz you seduced me with your words,knowing
CLEARLY WELL, that the only person YOU REALLY REALLY CARE ABOUT IS
HIM.

Tags:sadness,gay_men,mr.green,Mr.blue,devotion,unrequited,sad

THE KISS OF POISON

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THE KISS OF POISON

I knew you were the kiss of poison,

I knew you were the kiss of poison,

the kiss of poison,

the kiss,

the kiss,

the kiss!

I knew you were the kiss of poison,

but I wanted you anyways,

lonely streets are hard to tread,

so i wanted you anyways,

I knew you would leave me one day,

but i kissed you anyways.

I knew you were the kiss of poison,

but i kissed you anyways,

i kissed you anyways,

i kissed you!

i kissed you!

i kissed you!

I kissed you!

I knew you were the kiss of poison,

But i loved you anyways,

I knew you were the kiss of poison,

but i kissed you always,

Everytime ,

everytime,

everytime you asked me for a kiss,

I kissed you anyways.

A thousand little ballads i wrote,

of our kisses anyways,

I knew you were the kiss of poison,

but i kissed you anyways,

kiss,

kiss,

softly,

kiss!

I knew you were the kiss of poison,

but i did it anyways,

I knew you were a passing ship,

but i kissed you anyways,

I kissed you anyways!

I knew,

I KNEW,

that i would shed tears one day,

but i kissed you anyways,

I knew you were the kiss of poison,

but i kissed you anyways,

anyways,

anyways,

anyways,

anyways!

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POET'S note about her poem THE KISS OF POISON.

unlike my usual poems on this blog,this is more like a ballad and a SECOND DRAFT.I had to slightly modify the poem to fit into SONG MODE.Actually,I wrote the first stanza of the poem and suddenly A TUNE came into my head that would fit perfectly with the words,so,i quickly,sang out the tune,recorded it and then,wrote the rest of the poem to fit the tune.This is how songwriters probably write their songs,,keeping a tune in mind,or modifying words and thoughts in a poem to FIT INTO A TUNE...

personally,I find that trying to fit into a tune,RUINS the honesty of emotions and thoughts in a poem.there is an element of compromise associated with trying to fit poems into tunes..

Anyways,this poem is one such COMPROMISE POEM..:))...

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TAGS: #mr_green,#love,#lust,#gay_abandon, #sensuality, #fleeting_love,#kiss,#stolen_kisses,#temporary_love

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Most poems posted on this blog are typed out directly into the compose box and posted immediately.Most poems are FIRST DRAFTS and are written over minutes ,with no paper/mind- edits.Most poems are spontaneous and real.I pride myself at being able to write poems at the drop of a hat , on the spot and in a jiffy.Writing honest poems without editing them helps me to purge my feelings and emotions even more than writing prose.

If you like reading my poems,please,do email me telling me about it.If you are a book publisher, and would like to publish my poems,please email me with a valid official phone number and a feasible book proposal .Thanks!

Thinking of me each night and day

poem copyright LECINQBLOG aka Dr.A.R
And you with those lucid grey eyes,
busy as ever,
are thinking of me each night and each day,
the youngin,
you once truly loved,
whom you still love,
and obsess over,
each day,
and include me now,
in your life,
by only the way of thoughts,
thoughts of me everyday.
Tags:mr_green,love, lust, green_eyes,puppy_dog_eyes,missing_you, unrequited,

The Embrace

WARNING: SENSUAL MATERIAL/erotica
If you are below the age of 15, kindly refrain from reading further.
I wrote this in an email to someone on an emotionally charged thursday dated Feb 10,2011.
I have no idea, NO IDEA,what possessed me , TO WRITE SUCH AN INTIMATE DEEP letter to someone.Very raw,very true,very sensual.I wrote it coz i felt it.And when I feel things I HAVE THIS COMPULSION TO WRITE THEM OUT

If emails are WITNESS then yes, I did write this email to someone.
Whether that SOMEONE ever deserved even a miniscule second of my time and attention is a question that begs to be asked..but, hey!, I DOLED IT OUT , didn't I?

I wrote this poem to a man, who probably only knows how to love  his own needs .Someone who probably knows to emotionally love mmmm maybe men ? Men who left him for another country.Someone who can love  and share with any odd woman that comes his way and is a sure thing (any woman/multiple women would do,yeah? ).A man who thinks of love as some kind of obligation.Someone who thinks that love is an obligatory gesture towards someone who does something mundane for him in real life.

So, given how he is internally wired and Since I was ONLY this  nameless and faceless Internet dame,To him I was just another "entity", nothing TANGIBLE enough to amount to anything mundane and materialistic.

Either ways, I now feel that He was not worthy of this poem(though I actually  did write it to him really fully MEANING it then) because  the whole time we interacted, he was so reluctant and fearful of OWNING UP AND CELEBRATING THE "possible" love he felt for me though that very whole time  I somehow could sense that I MEANT A GREAT LOT OF A DEAL TO HIM IN A LOT OF WAYS judging from what special words(except the word love) he wrote for me .It is only later that I understand that HE JUST HAS NO VALUE FOR HIS OWN WORDS...his own words have no meaning for him.

Or maybe he never felt it(THE LOVE) because of which he never FELT OBLIGATED TO OWN IT UP
Whichever is the case, here we are at this blog entry, years down the line.

So,yeah,.PLEASE NOTE THAT THE POEM IS EXTREMELY RAW and SEXUAL(not gross or anything)..so,don't gasp at raw sentences when they come up as you read it ! K?

And also, please don't read it and THEN IF YOU ARE A CREEPY GUY, permit yourself to have amorous thoughts towards me.(please don't).

(To all the MR.U admirers who come to nose around in this blog..NO, I DIDN'T WRITE THIS POEM FOR MR.U.it was for mr.green)

Here goes the POEM,

THE EMBRACE
poem by Dr.A aka LECINQBLOG

You ask me what I would like to do to you in bed,
on the table,
in the lounge room,
outside at night ..
(The above passage, he had asked me in one of his letters to me. He asked me what I would do in each of those specific places-These sentences inside the brackets was NOT IN THE ORIGINAL EMAIL.It is to express the implied meaning)

Just minutes ago,
I saw someone that vaguely reminded me of you

And yet again,
..the bodily need,
the desires started all over again

xxxxxxxxxx(part of email omitted for the sake of poem continuity)
About the embrace

That bare breasted embrace,,
both of us shirtless,
while my breasts ;
touch your chest,
Gently,
like kisses;
and I lay my head on your shoulder.

Gentle summer evening,
Pleasant mellowing approaching night,
Twilight,
me and you in a soft gentle embrace.

I will never have you in reality,
This hurts..so much.
It hurts coz you want me so much too,
That is why it hurts all the more!
In that bare breasted embrace,
as you hold me like you would a young child,
caressing and protecting,
tightening your grip on me and loosening it,
the breeze from the balcony blows into the darkening living room,
the room that is slowly getting dark,
Yet, we haven't had the time to go switch on the lights in preparation for the night;
coz we are busy embracing each other.

On some days I want you so much.
I want your children knowing fully well  how UNFIT you are to be a father!
Yet  I want you inside of me,giving me my children from you.

UNREQUITED, UNREQUITED..everything so unrequited...

Why this obsession?
Mutual very much,this obsession.
When did we hook up like this mentally?
I want you to tell me how my breasts feel over your chest,
As they touch you I want you inside of me,
...slowly,,repeatedly..gently...like you own me..