New Poet

I would like to welcome the newest member of my Subcribers Poetry Section. A warm welcome  to David Flynn. I have added 5 poems submitted by David, please give them a read... Click on the "subscribers poetry" tab to find David's poetry...and have added his Bio as well.. please feel free to submit your own poetry to be posted here, and tell your friends.

cheers...   Gord.

Love is like a peach tree...

When most men or women look at the tree of love, they only see one thing.. they look way to the top and see the "perfect" peach... there are ripe peaches all around them but they only see one. They climb and struggle and reach and pull until they finally have it in hand,  and then they bite... and the fruit is bitter and hard... and they cannot believe it, and so they wait and bite again... only to spit it out.. and they cannot believe that something so beautiful, that they worked so hard for could not be what it seemed... and yet they passed by so many fruit which were ripe and ready to be picked... because some were to dark, and some to light, or to fat or too thin... some on the ground which were a little bruised or damaged... but sweet to taste and soft to touch. But they still look upward to find the perfect fruit, when it is all around them.

just sayin...

Match me... Love on the internet? Not sure it is for me

Well, I broke down. I signed up for internet love. Let a computer find me someone, hell it doesn't seem like I can do it myself anymore. I don't go to bars anymore, or very, very rarely... and when I do I wish I hadn't. I don't have the patience I once had to wade between the drunken morons and the stumbling women... people too incoherent to string 3 syllables together let along have an intelligent conversation. "If it is too loud, you are too old..." well perhaps it is time to admit I am too old. Don't get me wrong, I love a good time out with friends and will dance my ass off to AC/DC... but wading through the drink til you vomit crowd is getting tiresome. I love my friends, we have fun... but my friends have been my friends for 30 years, and their friends have been my friends for 20 or 10... we are a large group, more like family...so even at parties, it is the same people. So online I go... my friends have met people online... my family have met people online, why not me?
Ok so first... lets make a profile... no I don't think every person out there needs to know what my income is, or what I do for a living... no answer... and the biggy SMOKER! Well lets do what everyone else does... yes but trying to quit... hell I have been trying to quit for 10 years... only now I really do want to.
Ok so everything filled out... find me a match. First view, first profile, first email... I am impressed. She is pretty, I like her profile and I take the plunge.... now you wait. I get back to my inbox and I have another email from a very pretty woman in East York... not too far... she sends me her personal email and messenger in the first email  ALARM BELLS going off... but she seems intelligent and really sincere, so I email back and tell her, would rather get to know each other here first... and the response... like a form letter including "love drives down the coast" reiterating contact me at my private yahoo email. What coast would that be... the coast of Lake Ontario? Since then, 100 winks, favorites, likes this photo... all from women in the US or China... all under 40... all saying in their profile they want to meet someone within 50km of where they live...

Don't get me wrong... I want to find someone to love... I almost need, to find someone to love. I am losing me... the me that wants to write, to sing, to dance. I am missing the most important thing... inspiration. She doesn't have to love me at first site... but when you look at someone, and they look at you... and there is a spark... it sets you on fire. I don't care if you are a man or a woman... when you are attracted to someone, you feel attractive... hell you feel bulletproof. Your heart beats fast, your hands shake and even though you look totally cool on the outside, your hormones are break-dancing.

But here I am digital dating, I can't see their face, can't look in their eyes, can't hear their voice... and lets face it,,,, I could be talking to a sweet transvestite from transexual transylvania ... Give me the old days... when I can see and hear and hopefully lean in for a first kiss... for now I will wade through the winks, and pokes and hints... and wait to hear from the one who so far has made my hormones break-dance. But I hardly think that I am the only one she is talking to... and I am pretty sure that someone else is "so much cooler online" than I.

Just saying...