Category: Poetry


Bonny Lad and Lass

                                                           

Mirrors reflecting darkness

Bring the bonny lad to his lass,

Like coats left in the corner,

When the rain has come to pass.

 

But the bonny lad misplaced the lass

In a dream upon the sea,

Amid waves of things as they were before,

And stormy yet-to-bes.

 

Two shadows fell together

silently – yet alone,

With arms reaching outward,

for the same place at different times.

 

The dream ended

as the ship set sail,

Leaving a question (unasked)

unanswered.

 

Mirrors reflecting sunlight

Distinguish bonny lad from lass,

The coats serve their usefulness,

with the corner free at last.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Something to think about these days.

Dealing With It

 

I would like to let you in –

on a little secret –

It may not be much

Of a secret, however,

I do not see many people

catching on.

 

You can drift away

from the world,

And listen, watch,

and learn.

 

You can spend so much time

watching for sulphur to ignite,

That you fail to see

the match burn.

 

You can seek the truth,

envy the youth,

Think that you may know

The answer.

 

Then find you concentrated

too much on the dance,

Ignoring the soul

of the dancer.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Blue

 

Blue is the color of the ashtray

from which your figure appears

in the smoke from the cigarette.

 

Blue is the color of the sky

as I go outside to lie

on the grass and think of you.

 

Blue is the color of the twinkle in my eye

remembering your tender smile

when I did something you approved of.

 

Blue is your touch upon my face

softer than the night,

like the seagull’s quiet flight.

 

Blue is the color of my thoughts

when I think of you

and remember that I love you!

 

Blue.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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With gathering places still closed, I came across this poem I wrote about being at the library.

At The Library

 

At the library –

– I see a different side of life –

Polite people whispering

Diligently reading.

I scrape a chair

And say “Excuse me,”

To all the readers staring.

 

At the library –

– I sit at a table –

Watch a girl sleeping.

Her mother writing

A paper she was asked

to write for night school,

While her young daughter waits.

 

At the library –

– I watch the librarian –

Walking briskly,

A student is following.

She tries to show him

where the biographies

on Shakespeare and Milton

are located in the stacks.

 

At the library –

People reading,

writing,

sleeping,

doing research,

relaxing,

and learning.

At the library.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Good Morning Sweetheart

 

Good morning sweetheart,

I love you more than strawberry cheesecake,

– and I really like strawberry cheesecake.

I love you more than peel ‘n’ eat shrimp and beer,

more than cold water after mowing the lawn,

more than the day’s first cup of coffee,

more than Marshall’s Barbeque,

 

I love you more than Hi-C gummies,

beef jerky,

Canadian Bacon on a good pizza,

chicken wings or chili on a cold night,

 

I love you more than a beautiful sunrise,

a gorgeous sunset,

the colors after a light spring rain,

a smooth flowing river full of fish,

– unless you are there with me – then I love you for the collective                                                                     beauty of you and nature.

I love you….completely,

I love you….wholeheartedly,

I love you….period.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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A Leaf

 

Walking down the sidewalk

I stopped as the mist rose

Watching a leaf fall

Through the mist.

 

I am like that leaf

Floating softly over the paths

of yesterday.

 

Observing much,

but saying little,

Of what I would like to say.

 

Someone kicks me,

I fly off to see tomorrow,

In another place,

Not knowing where I’m bound.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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If I Had A Wish

 

If I had a wish that I could wish

I would wish that you would always love me.

 

If I had another wish that I could wish

I would wish that you would be with me forever.

 

If you had a wish that you could wish

Would you wish that I would always love you?

 

If you had a wish that you could wish

Would you wish that I would be with you forever?

 

If you have had that wish that you could wish

Then your wish has come true –

And so has the wish that I would wish if I had a wish.

 

I Love You.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Eyes of a Poet

 

I’ve weathered storms

Climbed tall mountains,

washed my hands

in city park fountains,

I wake up wondering

what new thing I’ll have to try.

 

I’ve seen the world through

the eyes of a poet:

Observing while I stand alone.

Never a thought

of wanting to change things,

What can you do

when the seed’s been sown.

 

The robin rocks and rolls upon receipt

of a young boy’s slingshot stone,

The eagle flies in darkened skies,

and on Friday afternoons

Sometimes I laugh

like a crazy hyena,

Sometimes I howl at the moon.

 

Well hiddy hiddy ho

and tally tally ho

Too many choices

which way to go?

But, you know, the damnedest thing of all is,

actually – only one way is right.

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Keeping writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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When I was finished setting up at Gilmer Brewing Company, I went to the men’s room. I’m used to seeing my poster in the bathroom. I’m not used to seeing them marked up. But I got such a kick out of it that I took it with me at the end of the evening.

I’m thinking about asking all the venues to specifically put a poster in the bathroom. It would be interesting to see what people come up with. But I have to be prepared for the not so funny comments.

What the hell. You’ve got to have something to look forward to, right?

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

First of all, in my life time, I haven’t spent much time in strip clubs – you can call them gentlemen’s clubs if you want to, but I didn’t see a lot of gentlemen when I was inside the clubs. My visits were in a couple of time periods.The first time period was when I was in high school. I would sneak my parent’s car out after they went to bed, meet my friends, and go downtown to the Cavern – before and after I had a driver’s license. There was a Cavern in Ft. Worth as well, but I don’t know if they were connected.

The Cavern in downtown Dallas was like a cave, particularly when you went inside, past the “ticket booth” and the bouncer. They didn’t check IDs. If you acted like you were supposed to be there, they didn’t argue. There were also rumors that the Cellar was “protected.” It was dark, obviously, and there were sayings written on the walls around the club. “Evil spelled backwards is live.” “You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.” And so on.

The customers laid on mats in front of the stage. Waitresses (the dancers with clothes) took your drink orders and brought the drinks. I’m not sure the drinks had a lot of liquor in them. Liquor was not all we consumed, and being an inexperienced drinker, the issue was confused.

The stage was not really a stage. It was more like a riser for the choir from the elementary school. If there were two or more girls on the stage, when the red light went on, they had to follow each other off. The red light supposedly meant the cops were there. But I found it strange when there was an officer talking to the bouncer long before the light went on. Besides, it wasn’t like they took a lot off.

Crammed behind the stage was the band. I heard the dirtiest version of Rocky Racoon I have ever heard at the Cellar. Just a side fact in case you were interested. The band got to play their good stuff when the girls were off the stage. And there were often guest performers.

There weren’t comedy clubs back then like there are now. And popular strip joints often had comedians do shows. I saw a comedian at the Cellar one night that I thought was funny as hell. Turns out it was George Carlin with short hair. He had hired a new management company, and they had him play smaller venues around the country. I believe he played the Cellar in Ft. Worth as well. It was just before he grew his hair long. I didn’t know all that then. I just knew I laughed my ass off. There were others that night, but he stood out – as you can understand.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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