Articles by Glenn Stok
I write more all the time.
Not just rhythm and rhyme.
I make an effort to elucidate,
As I share my thoughts to educate.
Having met at a dance, we talk all night,
Not wanting to let you out of my sight.
A shooting star gives us a treat
On that special day, we meet.
The sun’s coming up over the hill.
Quiet love. Be still.
We start strong, then get confused,
Even though we remain amused.
A lot to share as we take a walk,
Feeling of love whenever we talk.
We go on a hike and sit by a stream.
Don’t you see what I mean?
We plan weekend trips to have something to do.
But then sometimes we get angry and stew.
We discover each other ever so slow.
But we need thoughtfulness and compassion, I know.
I’m full of confusion through and through.
Despite the thriving excitement, she’s confused too.
Maybe someday we’ll straighten it all out
And then we’ll know what it’s all about!
I recently met a nice woman.
She had a lovely name.
And ever since, I was never the same.
She tells me things about herself that are really hard to say.
She touches me with meaningful remarks every night and every day.
I feel strong feelings inside of me.
But I can’t tell what it is, or see.
She's worried that I might go.
She told me so.
But what the hay!
I think I’ll stay.
A poem about a relationship travesty.
My desire to be with her was good.
But I didn’t know where I stood.
Her words rubbed me the wrong way.
And it was all to my dismay.
Her anger came out with judgmental accusations.
And it happened upon many occasions.
With her words, she attacked from the left.
With her tone, she attacked from the right.
But I didn’t care to get into a fight.
She worried I would not see she is fine.
But I did, and I wanted her to be mine.
If only she knew,
She didn’t have a clue,
I had a desire high and above
To understand her for true love.
She felt my quest to cherish her was too strict,
It was met with fear, insecurity, and conflict.
The outcome was pain that we both felt.
It’s a hand that is best not dealt.
It already might be too late.
I feel I should find a new mate.
My mind wanders more
When I close the bedroom door.
I try to fall asleep
But memories of you make me weep.
My active roaming mind
Disregards that you were unkind.
I still feel the wounds, and nonetheless
I remember your kookiness.
I close my eyes to visualize
How close I was to my demise.
I’ll soon awaken once again.
I know I need a better plan.
Maybe I could bring you back
If you promise not to attack.
I let you go before,
But now I want you more.
It was a joy to cuddle
Despite the strife and struggle.
Now I need more sleep
I think I’m in too deep.
Before our next submissive session
I owe you this honest confession.
When I took you by the hand
It wasn’t for a one-night stand.
A poem about pondering a lifelong romantic relationship.
From the very start
You have always been near my heart.
Here we go again, my dear,
Even though the end seemed near.
We will try again, a while.
And maybe this time, go the extra mile.
You are strong where I am weak,
And you make my life complete.
The end may never be.
You are my destiny.
It’s because I love you so
That I will not let you go.
So here we go again.
Hopefully our love will remain.
I want to take your hand hereby
And not just build castles in the sky.
I heard a bird sing in a tree.
A magical thing it said to me.
It sang of love and mentioned your name.
I told bird I felt the same.
