Real

I am not a shadow

nor an invention

nor a character created

for a virtual life

to inhabit scenarios

of make-believe

role play

and pretend.

.

I am not a projection

a fantasy

a construction

of someone

I would like to be.

.

I am not just

an avatar

I am corporeal

of flesh and blood

a heart that pumps

a mind that thinks.

A hunger

that burns.

.

And if I should play

a game

in any way

in any context

it is always

for real.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Originally written and posted five years ago. Still flesh and blood.

Art by Jack Vettriano

 

‘Like’

 

There is no

‘Like’

I long to see

bestowed

upon this untidy

inelegant

tangle

of random words

more fervently

more ardently

more deeply

than yours.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new but currently true

Art by Dan Witz

 

 

 

Just poetry

 

Sometimes

my poetry

is just poetry.

 

It is not

a song

from my soul.

 

It is not

a yearning

cry for help.

 

It is not

the burning

of desire.

 

It is not

a statement

of intent.

 

It is not

secretly

about you.

 

It is not

how I feel

right now.

 

Sometimes

my poetry

is just poetry.

 

A jumble

of words

I strung

untidily

together.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Victor Bauer

 

 

‘Like’

 

There is no

‘Like’

I long to see

bestowed

upon this untidy

inelegant

tangle

of random words

more fervently

more ardently

more deeply

than yours.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new but so true

Art by Dan Witz

 

 

 

Real

 

I am not a shadow

nor an invention

nor a character created

for a virtual life

to inhabit scenarios

of make-believe

role play

and pretend.

.

I am not a projection

a fantasy

a construction

of someone

I would like to be.

.

I am not just

an avatar

I am corporeal

of flesh and blood

a heart that pumps

a mind that thinks.

A hunger

that burns.

.

And if I should play

a game

in any way

in any context

it is always

for real.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Originally written and posted two years ago. Still flesh and blood.

Art by Jack Vettriano

 

Twitter favourites

 

It is time for some truth

Not all my words on Twitter (@RomDominant) are about anyone in particular.

Some of them are random. Scraps of half-poetry, almost-prose, nearly–ideas that dance into my head. I capture them, wash their faces and scrub their hands, and send them on their way. Mostly they blink embarrassed in the sunlight, and fade into pale obscurity.

Some of them are recycled. Surprisingly the audience that is kind enough to notice my words is larger than a year ago, and a year before, and so on. It is lazy of me, but now and again I give my old dreams a little polish and thrust them onto a partly new audience. I should feel guilty, but I don’t.

Some of them are fragments. Bits of my longer poems, snatches of fictional dialogue from my other writing. Or orphan things for which I could find no other place.

Yet it is also true that there are some which mean much, much more.

Tweets I have lovingly crafted, carefully honed, softly burnished, tenderly kissed, and smilingly posted.

These are written for someone special.

These are my favourite tweets.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

@RomDominant

This was written three years ago, but perhaps for some it will be new

Art by Fabian Perez

 

Minor mystery

Here is a minor mystery.

These are the top five-page views, by country, on my blog for the last 7 days.

As you would expect, the USA, UK and Canada feature in the top three. They are English-speaking countries where I have a number of followers.

India is perhaps a surprise, but it is a populous country with huge numbers of English speakers – and past Twitter retweets of my words by a famous Indian film star has helped me gain followers. Still, it is unexpected and requires closer scrutiny.

But Portugal? It is a non-English speaking country – although to be fair, all the Portuguese people I’ve met speak good English. But the entire population is maybe 10.5 million souls.

The answer is not that I have developed a huge fan base in that very lovely country.

It is one person regularly viewing over and over.

In fact, 1,727 times in the last three months.

Now I wonder why.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Table © afadedromantic.wordpress.com

 

 

Twitter Favourites

 

It is time for some truth

Not all my words on Twitter are about anyone in particular.

Some of them are random. Scraps of half-poetry, almost-prose, nearly–ideas that dance into my head. I capture them, wash their faces and scrub their hands, and send them on their way. Mostly they blink embarrassed in the sunlight, and fade into pale obscurity.

Some of them are recycled. Surprisingly the audience that is kind enough to notice my words is larger than a year ago, and a year before, and so on. It is lazy of me, but now and again I give my old dreams a little polish and thrust them onto a partly new audience. I should feel guilty, but I don’t.

Some of them are fragments. Bits of my longer poems, snatches of fictional dialogue from my other writing. Or orphan things for which I could find no other place.

Yet it is also true that there are some which mean much, much more.

Tweets I have lovingly crafted, carefully honed, softly burnished, tenderly kissed, and smilingly posted.

These are written for someone special.

These are my favourite tweets.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This was written two years ago, but perhaps for some it will be new

Art by Fabian Perez

 

Private man

 

Despite all of this

despite all you see

all you read

all you hear

all you surmise

all you guess

all you deduce

all you imagine

despite all you believe

and all evidence

to the contrary

I am

a private man.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art/Photography unknown. If this belongs to you, or if you are aware of the owner/creator, please let me know and I will credit or remove

 

Twitter favourites

It is time for some truth

Not all my words on Twitter are about anyone in particular.

Some of them are random. Scraps of half-poetry, almost-prose, nearly–ideas that dance into my head. I capture them, wash their faces and scrub their hands, and send them on their way. Mostly they blink embarrassed in the sunlight, and fade into pale obscurity.

Some of them are recycled. Surprisingly the audience that is kind enough to notice my words is larger than a year ago. It is lazy of me, but now and again I give my old dreams a little polish and thrust them onto a partly new audience. I should feel guilty, but I don’t.

Some of them are fragments. Bits of my longer poems, snatches of fictional dialogue from my other writing. Or orphan things for which I could find no other place.

Yet it is also true that there are some which mean much, much more.

Tweets I have lovingly crafted, carefully honed, softly burnished, tenderly kissed, and smilingly posted.

They are for someone special.

These are my favourite tweets.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

This was written a year ago, but perhaps for some it will be new

Art by Fabian Perez