You have your own apartment? So far, good.
You also own a yacht? That’s so much better!
No children and no ‘ex’s – understood?
Just follow my requirements to the letter.
You’re free of all encumbrances, like pets:
you mentioned stocks and shares in that last note:
this match-up looks as good as first-love gets:
so send a recent photo – of the boat.
They met online with one click
She was a doctor, he was a prince
Both were liars, each a cat-fisher slick
All of their lives would make you wince
She paid for dinner, he had forgotten his money
In a few days they were calling each other babe and honey
Perfect couple of swindlers and thieves
When they swung by their relatives grieved.
One click closer to a naughty mama.
One click closer to a blue chanteuse.
One click closer to a prima donna.
One click closer to a femme fatale.
One click closer to a black deed done.
One click closer to oblivion.
One click closer to a foxy diva.
One click closer to a sweet coquette.
One click closer to a rogue enchantress.
One click closer to a teasing vamp.
One click closer to a death head’s grin.
One click closer to oblivion.
One click closer to a nagging harpy.
One click closer to a nasty scold.
One click closer to a fussy trollop.
One click closer to a brazen shrew.
One click closer, it’s Euclidian.
One click closer to oblivion.
One click closer to an eager hussy.
One click closer to a .
One click closer to a savage mistress.
One click closer to an ardent tart.
One click closer lets Delilah win.
One click closer to oblivion.
Pinned hearts marked the origin
of familiar narrative,
of strangers' exploration
for outside alternative.
A girl can dream of an eloquent catch
because " cute" wears off real quick.
So send me a video of you reading a book
and not just some dirty pic.
Online dating is scary at best.
You've no idea what you'll find.
The pictures they send may pique your interest
but might hide an empty mind.
Things have changed in the dating world.
Some want a relationship, some just a fling.
But is what you see what you'll get?
Are they really the real thing ?
Chatting for hours by computer or phone,
you think you might know someone
but in person, Boom !! , it was all fake.
They're just looking for some quick fun.
I miss the days when they had to try harder
to make a good impression.
To show manners, respect, carry on a conversation.
The memories bring on a depression.
Maybe I'm too old for this dating thing.
It's too complicated for me, I think.
So I'll talk to the cat, head to the kitchen
and just pour myself a drink.
25/08/2020
Tim is tall. Handsome.
Works in an office.
Like all of the others
he looks kind of polished.
They say small talk is dead.
So I ask for a date.
The chat's a bit stale so
I just tell him straight:
"I'm not really that pretty,
I'm not particularly smart
But I can love you with all of
my sad, sad heart."
I can see the fear and flight
in the face of sweet Tim
Online dating's like a fairytale...
it's bloody grim.
Evie H
Are you just a picture on a website
No, you’re a person and you're real
I’m sat here looking for a soul mate
Just scrolling past women on a screen
Hoping a million little pixels
Could be the woman of my dreams
My heart is so uneasy
My nerves are all on edge
Looking for a loved one
Like a tele or a fridge
Is kerb appeal all that counts
Or what an algorithm says
No, I'm looking for the lady
Who will make my life complete.
Just another photograph in a sea of solitaire
Waiting for someone to see.
Shall I be honest? Shall I tell a lie?
Who do you want me to be?
Would you? Could you? If you really knew?
Me, a lover, a fighter, a philosopher, a friend?
I could be any or I could be all
But still not enough in the end.
Who do you want me to be?
I am an athlete, but I am not an athlete.
I am an intellect, but I are not smart.
I am wise, but I am a fool.
I am what you want, but I am not what you need.
Who do you want me to be?
Just another photograph in a sea of solitaire?
This, will never be.
Because this is me.
A reflection upon a sea of solitaire
Waiting for someone to see.
meet you
see you
know you
hear you
like you
learn you
leave you
miss you
write you
wish the best for you
nothing from you
nothing for you
repeat
Was it me? Did I say something wrong?
Am I some boring automaton?
The chats were fun and even light,
Don’t think I gave some hurtful slight.
Perhaps I wasn’t quite wonderful,
had good looks, or financial pull.
Don’t think I ever came off too shy,
but then again I would never fly.
Wasn’t snarky and surely not mean,
yet never successful in online scene.
Maybe what angered each little honey,
was that I'd not send lots of money.
Mexico’s out and Malaysia too,
and steered clear of European zoo.
So guess there’ll be no Russian teens,
shall I now try the Philippines?
[Was thinking of calling it LAMENT OF THE OLD PERV. And I chuckled while writing it.]
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