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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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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)