50 Reasons Not To Date A Poet



I love this!

Originally posted on Betty Generic:


It may sound romantic, but in search of that elusive metaphor, poets can be somewhat  “eccentric.”

  1. If you date a poet everyone will think you are the jerk they are writing about.
  2. You will be the jerk they are writing about.
  3. They have an unnatural affection for book stores and office supply stores.
  4. They have deep conversations with Animals, Clouds, and Grecian Urns.
  5. Excessive use of  “poetry hands.”
  6. Excessive abuse of  “poetic licence.”
  7. Excessive use of  “melancholy.”
  8. Excessive use of  “dramatic emphasis.”
  9. They collect obscure words that have not been in circulation for at least 100 years or more.
  10. They insert these antediluvian words into conversations just to rebel.
  11. They think children’s books are sublime.
  12. They refuse to care where the remote is.
  13. All of their furniture are positioned around windows, for them to stare out for hours at a time.
  14. Your parents will think they are possessed.
  15. They are possessed.
  16. You…

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Morning After


Does he

think differently

of me?

I contemplate

while feigning sleep

in his arms

fearing sunrise

because I might

not still be

baby come morn.

I cling to

the night

clutching our intimacies

as a childhood blanket

afraid to move

and give him a reason

to let go of me.

I need his held

to make me feel

that the consummation

of sexual tension

was not a mistake.

I did not just do the

same thing again

with a different partner

shorter in stature

and with a bit of a left lean.

Hope my

eagerness to consent

does not leave him

leaning to the side

that separates him from me

doesn’t stop digging my personality

cause he’s dug up in my person.

Hope the tension does not return

when the day breaks

more uncomfortable

than sexual this time

easing into clothes

not touching

or meeting eyes

as not to spark conversations

going nowhere.

Hope there

won’t be a notch on his headboard

wearing my initials

when he gets home

that I won’t spend the next week

or two

waiting by the phone

laying each night

in denial

of the message

that was

crystal clear

on the morning after.

© Joi Miner



He thinks

the wrinkles in my brain

are sexy

wants to read them

like Braille.

Sometimes, though,

I’d prefer he

travel my body’s curves

with his hands

explore my inner regions

with tongue

then finger

then shaft.


He says

I have writer’s hands

long fingers

meant to attack a

keyboard ferociously

with their tips.

Sometimes, though,

I’d rather

wrap them up in his hair

dig my nails into his back

massage away the pain of

no lovemaking

during menses.

He raves

my body’s artism

fascinated with

the lines of me

says I would be

a sketcher’s dream

a blessing to the page.

Sometimes, though,

I’d rather take Polaroid

nude photos

to stick under his mattress

that he shows his


but never tells me so.

Make a sex tape

with a rating off the map

bending my back

in a mystic rhythm.


He extols

the music in my tone

a symphonic masterpiece onstage

melodic and enticing

siren to his willpower

Knee weakening and intense.

Sometimes, though,

I’d rather he

be mesmerized

by my moans

shouts testing the

acoustics in the shower.


how many pitches

can I sing your name?

We’ve cracked glass before.


He says my eyes

share the secrets

of my soul

windows to a world

he longs to know.

Sometimes, though,

I’d rather he respond

to their

bedroom beckoning

their squinting pleasure

at explosion

tears running


my cheeks

from the ecstasy.


He compliments

My presence

My essence

My body

My being

But I don’t think

he’s seeing

the realities of my

just wanting to be wanted…

needing to be needed…

longing to be longed for…

Sometimes the objective

is to be objectified.

© Joi Miner

Venus Fly Trap


Men are from Mars…


Women are from Venus…

With beautiful lips


honey on our tongues

laying out as flowers

legs spread

as wide as the horizon

hiding gnarly teeth


capture only

the healthiest

most capable flies

(tiny ships carrying Martians inside)


once swallowed whole

become themselves


shells thereof

(depending on the acidic content of their bellies)

and waft out

on belches floating

upon our breath

into Petri dishes

that we culture and

cultivate into

mate’s soulular make-up.

We swish and spit

preconceptions into

dirt-filled baking dishes

mix men into mud pies

bake them into clay molds

within our wombs

and either decide to

decorate them with

manhood and live

out eternity by their

side on mutual ground Earth


eat them alive

licking bloody lips clean

replenishing honey

and preparing

to make man mud pie

from a sneeze

next time.

© Joi Miner

When You Are Mine


His scent in my skin

the sweetest torture

pores hold memories hostage

releasing a few

on occasion

to remind me


and smirking

I catch him

catching me

catch him

playful body banter

language all our own

do you want to…


can we…



trust me…

and I do.

The grandeur of it

never disappoints

I am always nervous

fearing that I might

yet he reminds me

with a touch…

or a kiss…

or a moan…

that we are

to each other

escape from the madness swirling

beyond the walls of the room

the doors of the house

the space where we lay

embraced in exodus

safe only in secret

creating memories

that I hold in my mind

til his scent in my skin

is released

and I am reminded of…

and smirk.

© Joi Miner



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