All the years since 7th grade I've dabbled in "poetry" for my own pleasure alone, wistfully dreaming of others likewise chancing to find pleasure in my lines. Lately I've been instructed that contrariwise my readers' pleasure, not mine, should be my ultimate goal. La, I do not know if I am capable of such a feat. Before I ever posted online I'd heard a sufficient smattering of "modern poetry" to realize my compositions were probably not desirable to the modern reader. Hence, when I began posting my work to the world in August '10, I did it and continue to do it with the careless thought that I never was good enough anyway, so if no one likes my lines, oh well, I am still enjoying writing. If they do like my lines, that is very nice. Saucy attitude to say the least, but a less demanding lot than being a slave to the passing masses.

My lines are generally very personal, justifying the reproof that I am too carelessly open. Hence I did not write a profile for the masses. However someone complained to me about my lack of a profile, so here are some of my poems which will readily reveal me (though all my writing does): for my real name and my playful PF monikers read "The World is Full of Jennifers!", "George!," "Chic George bows out to.....SWEETPEA!" and "It's Still REALLY Me...."; to learn more about me, read "What Do You Like To Do?"[sixth one posted from the bottom of my February archive]; anything else....read "Dear Valentine..." After that, well, read all my lines? I know, hahaha, you only wanted a "quick-and-dirty" answer of who I am. Hope this suffices. Thanks for the interest!