Monday, July 19, 2010
More guys I know... Stomped out on us in an odd modern way When he discovered that I have nothing to say I gave the cold shoulder Because he's 13 years older (It wouldn't have worked anyway.) He's tall, dark, and thin with beady little eyes A guffaw of a laugh (comes as a surprise!) He's a hoot and half I'll attest on his behalf: He's definitely one of the good guys. A little bit odd, and a bit unaware Of certain social graces (not that it's rare) He's easy to tease They do it with ease Be he is one who truly does care. What can I say about such a man Who when discovering that I'm chaste, immediately ran He sought only one thing And it didn't involve a ring! Of this type, I'm not a fan. Possibly the hottest guy I've ever known And no signs of ego ever has he shown! It was me he did desire-- What happened to the fire? More interest in me he should have shown. (and so his chance was blown!)You'd think he might be coming to recruit Stiff and solid and not a bit cute He knows what he knows He's a nerd I suppose Dependable and a good cook to boot! This one here is an interesting chap I agreed to a date, unaware it was a trap When I'd disagree He would preach to me That's a good way to earn a slap.
posted by Ash at 7:50 PM
Monday, June 01, 2009
I thought I had known them so very well But you learn so much more when with them you dwell So here I will pen Some lines about men And all that I've learned, I will tell They all play the computer game they call WOW And tease each other about it--somehow! They'll all go and build A place in a guild But they're not addicted, they'll avow. They talk about cars at least once an hour That topic with them never seems to sour A car will drive by They'll let out a cry! The class! The handling! The POWER! Apparently a car can make a girl hot (I've never really cared about which car I've got!) Masculine and girly, Sexy and burly Over favorite cars, they'll argue a lot T'was news to me when I discovered they approve Of when a girl that likes them makes the first move (They were appalled at my lack Of knowledge on that fact! And now my knowledge has improved.) About lovely girls they converse a great deal But not very much about how they feel! They'll talk about who's hot (Not much about who's not) And go on to describe their ideal They gossip somewhat more than you'd guess Each other, relationships, and sports they address Always needling their friends And it never offends! And conversations, well--they can digress All of them have a dirty mind After all, they're men--it's a trait of their kind. They'll take what I say Twist it every which way Some more than others, I find. Being the only girl, it's not very good When they don't filter as I feel they should They talk about their parts Don't conceal their farts-- There are times I would leave if I could! They all enjoy a really good fight The short ones are always self-conscious of their height "Getting the girls" as they say (As if we were prey!!) Is something in which they all delight There is much more that I could say But to write this poem would take all day! So don't think I'm dumb Or some kind of bum When I tell you that I'm on my way! Ashley "the token girl" Stale
posted by Ash at 8:43 PM
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Some more guys that I know (continuted)... Some say he's too loud, I might agree But his good intentions I can guarantee He's got a hearty laugh And I'll attest on his behalf Why don't you meet him--you'll see? A fuller life I never have known For fun in the moment, you should never postpone (For the life he has led, He should probably be dead!) And to me, a new world he has shown Chasing the women all day long Excitedly they swoon, "oh he's so strong!" But what is a man Without any plan? He'll continue to string them along... This one likes to take what I say And twist it around in every which way He gives me some cheek Every time I speak Sigh--that's the way some boys play! Freedom is what he holds most dear In fact, it's practically his career He'd take a punch While eating his lunch And still be full of good cheer Talking might be what he does best To the nonsense, his friends rarely protest It's the talking with his hands That they can't stands Can you move a bit over there, they suggest? He's shy and quiet and sometimes a tool Always awkward and can play the fool But a loyal friend All the way to the end And amidst so much coal, he's a jewel Looking forward to his visit all year long For here at home, he does belong We wait for the tales And funny little details-- And for him to describe what went wrong! Nobody can quite figure him out Of his being human, there is some doubt A detached friend Not one for any trend And for religion, well--he's less than devout -Ashley "Creeper" Stahl
posted by Ash at 4:46 PM
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
How long will I do this dance Pretending that I want no romance? I often fool them at first glance But you figured me out--(I gave you a chance). You seemed so sure but also so shy And I wondered and I asked you why, You told me you had, at least, to try And you did not want to speak good-bye. We knew not how this made me feel. I go to very great lengths to conceal. But I have finally accepted what must be real: That very night my heart you did steal. I battled these feelings for a very long while, Praying that I would pass the time of trial. But you!--you cannot help but beguile! And I cannot stop dreaming of that smile. So what is the result of this meeting of fate? What happens? What if I refuse the bait? I know not the answer--but I know that I hate That the road to find love is not at all straight.
posted by Ash at 1:18 AM
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Some guys that I know... He says he loves me but I think it’s a joke Awkwardness he seems to always provoke But all the while He makes me smile And I believe he’s a pretty good bloke To research all the night and day Seems to waste the life away Doesn’t he know The girls want a beau? “He’s so cute!” they giggle and say. This one is a peculiar case He’s a smart brain and a cute face Unfortunately We disagree About the correct way to embrace More energy I never have seen Quite possibly the opposite of serene He’s sure not a bore; He’s impossible to ignore! It’s a good thing he’s not at all mean Crazy theories you’ll always hear If he ever happens to appear His brain’s on the go To places I don’t know Though I’ve known him for many a year Frequently staring into space Some may think he’s a mental case But composition Is his mission And his music is full of good grace Persistence is the valuable key To getting what you want, don’t you agree? But it’d make him blue If he ever knew That I wish he wasn’t persistent with ME I saw him for a month and a little bit more I have to admit, he’s not quite hardcore He’s got rockets on his shirt Knows not how to flirt But I promise that he’s not a bore He’s certainly an interesting one to befriend Conversations never reach a dead end His ways are bizarre And the thoughts stray far From anything I would defend
posted by Ash at 1:51 AM
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
I'm so nervous; nobody knows The way I feel when I expose My soul to the world in musical form The whole world changes when I perform
posted by Ash at 11:31 PM
Saturday, July 28, 2007
The Joy of Sorrow How good it feels to sink one’s soul Into that deepest, darkest hole, Where suffer still the best of men Only to emerge again Stronger, brighter, better, whole. -Joshua "Squashua" Jarvis(ua)
posted by Joshua at 4:46 PM
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