I understand just what was said
She wrote it how she meant it
"Whaduh bidnit idit a YOU who ma baby daddy id?"
Just typed it out and sent it.
I kinda do the same thing
and in the 8th grade spelling bee
Spelt it just the way it sounded
don't care 'cuz YOU don't know me.
Johndissed.
J-0-H-N-D-I-S-S-E-D
Johndissed.
(Bing)
I'm not bothered.
Friday 30 March 2007
New Lonely
When I'm alone
I don't feel lonely
because my comfort's from within
But when I'm lonely
no matter who I'm with
well it's a different state I'm in.
I don't feel lonely
because my comfort's from within
But when I'm lonely
no matter who I'm with
well it's a different state I'm in.
Wednesday 28 March 2007
the joy of sox
Not to be the only one who feels
that it's important
to keep your shirt on
to keep your patience
of this I'm certain
with understanding
in quiet waters
are buried
treasures
found.
Catching wind of something that you said
I'm quite relieved that
you are the type who
can see the end from
a rough beginning
and in forgiving
you make it clear
that there's no
fear in
love.
Reaching out for something that is good
and latching onto
discarded socks you
were thinking 'clearly
they don't deserve you'
but still you serve so
it will continue
and you'll never
be
alone.
Letting go of all that is behind
we can be freed from
our vain devotions
and silly notions
wasted emotions
useless worries
about a future
and of all
temporal
things.
that it's important
to keep your shirt on
to keep your patience
of this I'm certain
with understanding
in quiet waters
are buried
treasures
found.
Catching wind of something that you said
I'm quite relieved that
you are the type who
can see the end from
a rough beginning
and in forgiving
you make it clear
that there's no
fear in
love.
Reaching out for something that is good
and latching onto
discarded socks you
were thinking 'clearly
they don't deserve you'
but still you serve so
it will continue
and you'll never
be
alone.
Letting go of all that is behind
we can be freed from
our vain devotions
and silly notions
wasted emotions
useless worries
about a future
and of all
temporal
things.
Sunday 25 March 2007
Sunshine Girl
With a beaming smile that could warm the tile
She came flying down the corridor
the sun was setting, so i asked her heading
and she said, "I'm going to Florider!"
Well she seemed to like to talk
and I really love to listen
so I pressed her for the details
and her eyes began to glisten.
"I been staying in this rest home
since I lost my dear departed"
and I asked her when he died and she said,
"No, I meant my leg".
So we stood there, well I stood there and
she sat in her new wheel chair
I asked her what's her hurry.
and if she's gonna get a peg.
And she said:
"Maybe if I lose this weight~
Gotta get down to 220
but the trouble is I love to eat.
I know it's not that funny."
"I've had my share of heart attacks
and twice I had a stroke
Buried my husband and lost the house
and gee I love to smoke"
"I can't move these three fingers
but I manage in this chair
on nice days take it to the road
for excercise and air".
She went on to share her story
was from somewhere up in Queens
married twice without children
and lived well within her means.
She talked about her childhood home
and how chemicals from the pool
splashed onto the strawberry patch
and the fruit was the size of a stool.
The best of all of her stories
was one about her dad
who had worked for Sunshine Biscuits,
but once fell into a vat.
no sooner had she told me
that I knew I'd have to write
a lymric for this lady
whose smile brings such delight.
The folks at Sunshine found him
pulled him out but hound him
was one lucky catch, 'til he met his batch
when those lady fingers done nearly drowned him.
She came flying down the corridor
the sun was setting, so i asked her heading
and she said, "I'm going to Florider!"
Well she seemed to like to talk
and I really love to listen
so I pressed her for the details
and her eyes began to glisten.
"I been staying in this rest home
since I lost my dear departed"
and I asked her when he died and she said,
"No, I meant my leg".
So we stood there, well I stood there and
she sat in her new wheel chair
I asked her what's her hurry.
and if she's gonna get a peg.
And she said:
"Maybe if I lose this weight~
Gotta get down to 220
but the trouble is I love to eat.
I know it's not that funny."
"I've had my share of heart attacks
and twice I had a stroke
Buried my husband and lost the house
and gee I love to smoke"
"I can't move these three fingers
but I manage in this chair
on nice days take it to the road
for excercise and air".
She went on to share her story
was from somewhere up in Queens
married twice without children
and lived well within her means.
She talked about her childhood home
and how chemicals from the pool
splashed onto the strawberry patch
and the fruit was the size of a stool.
The best of all of her stories
was one about her dad
who had worked for Sunshine Biscuits,
but once fell into a vat.
no sooner had she told me
that I knew I'd have to write
a lymric for this lady
whose smile brings such delight.
The folks at Sunshine found him
pulled him out but hound him
was one lucky catch, 'til he met his batch
when those lady fingers done nearly drowned him.
Saturday 24 March 2007
no returns
He bought them from his cousin
they were shiny black and new
the man was doing business
and at a fair price too.
They looked like patent leather
reflecting back, he smiles
he wore them out to church
and had put on several miles.
One day the skies grew darker
and the rain started to splatter
and the drops absorbed into the shoes
well not a sight was sadder
For the shoes were made of paper
and his cousin bought the stock
from a man who made his livin'
shoeing feet that used to walk.
The business had been slowing
at God's Shoestore for the Saints
though reports were never glowing
he rarely got complaints.
I am told my father's cousin
owned a bar on Irving Street
and fitted many customers
while they still had living feet.
Many of the regulars
brought back their soggy shoes
I am sorry but there's no returns
can I pour you up some booze?
they were shiny black and new
the man was doing business
and at a fair price too.
They looked like patent leather
reflecting back, he smiles
he wore them out to church
and had put on several miles.
One day the skies grew darker
and the rain started to splatter
and the drops absorbed into the shoes
well not a sight was sadder
For the shoes were made of paper
and his cousin bought the stock
from a man who made his livin'
shoeing feet that used to walk.
The business had been slowing
at God's Shoestore for the Saints
though reports were never glowing
he rarely got complaints.
I am told my father's cousin
owned a bar on Irving Street
and fitted many customers
while they still had living feet.
Many of the regulars
brought back their soggy shoes
I am sorry but there's no returns
can I pour you up some booze?
kinda likely ( To the tune of Chances Are)
Kinda likely
when you open up the door
I fumble and slip on the floor
that's what gentleman are for
don't you agree?
Kinda likely
when you take me out to din
my best pair of glasses are home
your glass is half filled, but with foam
ain't it sin?
In the ma~gic of moon~~light when I sigh~ "hold my nose~~ dear"
Kinda like-ly you believe~ the air~ that fills~ the bed~ is in my head.
Guess you feel you'll always be~~ the one and on~ly one for me
And if you think that's kinda wrong,
I'd kinda like a kinder song,
let's just get along.
In the ma~gic of moon~~light when I sigh~, "Hold my nose~ dear"
Kinda like~ly you believe~~the air~ that fills~ the bed~is in my head.
Guess you feel you'll always be~~ the one and on~ly one for me
And if you think that's kinda wrong,
I'd kinda like a kinder song,
let's just get along.
It's kinda like the the kind I like are awfully wrong.
when you open up the door
I fumble and slip on the floor
that's what gentleman are for
don't you agree?
Kinda likely
when you take me out to din
my best pair of glasses are home
your glass is half filled, but with foam
ain't it sin?
In the ma~gic of moon~~light when I sigh~ "hold my nose~~ dear"
Kinda like-ly you believe~ the air~ that fills~ the bed~ is in my head.
Guess you feel you'll always be~~ the one and on~ly one for me
And if you think that's kinda wrong,
I'd kinda like a kinder song,
let's just get along.
In the ma~gic of moon~~light when I sigh~, "Hold my nose~ dear"
Kinda like~ly you believe~~the air~ that fills~ the bed~is in my head.
Guess you feel you'll always be~~ the one and on~ly one for me
And if you think that's kinda wrong,
I'd kinda like a kinder song,
let's just get along.
It's kinda like the the kind I like are awfully wrong.
Friday 23 March 2007
a line of wild ivy
I'm gonna tell a secret
and of course it's all a lie
I know your gonna keep it
'cuz no one else cares why
I'd never believed
weeda lasted this long
without hearin' back from you
but time has passed us by my friend
so we know it isn't true.
Well we potted wild ivy
and left it sittin' out
the roots we hardly watered
but inspite of years of draught
it climbed up on my outer wall
and once over the sill
the ivy grew into my heart
and it's growin' wild still.
Now don't be making promises
I'd prefer to keep it low
We never would say never
and no one will ever know that
I'd never believed
weeda lasted this long
without hearin' back from you
though time has passed us by my friend
so we know it isn't true.
Clipping back the foliage
that's crowding out my brain
the roots embedded deeply
are really quite a pain
these leaves obscure my sunshine
and cloud my vison too
to think our lives could pass us by
without a word from you.
Well I'm not one to keep in touch
like some social butterfly
I tend to take it day to day
my plans made on the fly
I let the wild ivy in
cuz it's my favorite vine
low maintanance and oxegen
means we'll be just fine.
I'd never believed
weeda lasted this long
without hearin' back from you
but time has passed us by my friend
so we know it isn't true.
and of course it's all a lie
I know your gonna keep it
'cuz no one else cares why
I'd never believed
weeda lasted this long
without hearin' back from you
but time has passed us by my friend
so we know it isn't true.
Well we potted wild ivy
and left it sittin' out
the roots we hardly watered
but inspite of years of draught
it climbed up on my outer wall
and once over the sill
the ivy grew into my heart
and it's growin' wild still.
Now don't be making promises
I'd prefer to keep it low
We never would say never
and no one will ever know that
I'd never believed
weeda lasted this long
without hearin' back from you
though time has passed us by my friend
so we know it isn't true.
Clipping back the foliage
that's crowding out my brain
the roots embedded deeply
are really quite a pain
these leaves obscure my sunshine
and cloud my vison too
to think our lives could pass us by
without a word from you.
Well I'm not one to keep in touch
like some social butterfly
I tend to take it day to day
my plans made on the fly
I let the wild ivy in
cuz it's my favorite vine
low maintanance and oxegen
means we'll be just fine.
I'd never believed
weeda lasted this long
without hearin' back from you
but time has passed us by my friend
so we know it isn't true.
Thursday 22 March 2007
take the shame
My sister sent some money
'cuz things had gone to hell.
Said "You don't belong there Honey,
a trip home will do you well."
On a three day smelly bus ride
Away from what had been obscene
Turned my nose to New York City
where the air was fresh and clean.
Pulled into Central Station
a different kind of highland
Was met by my dear sister
a castaway on Gov'nors Isand.
Being broke was half the trouble
and we played it like a game
but the nasty shoe debacle
well it made me take the shame.
I didn't know quite what to do
but I knew I had a job,
a suit of houndstooth off 'The Give'
and my hair cut into a bob.
The suit was fitting perfectly
and for shoes she found some flats
pink with silver circled cutouts
kind of clownish without spats
Well I stood there in a laugh-cry
'cuz my job was in the city
I gotta make these babies black
or be lookin' 'Hello Kitty'.
So she gets that strange expression
perhaps it's from the Lord
In an empty apartment down the hall
was some paint for the old baseboard.
We laughed the night we dipped the shoes
laughed until we cried
And early the next morning
It seemed the paint had dried.
You could see that they were shiny
and ready for the weather
and from an eyeball's distance
they could pass for patent leather.
I was ever careful
as I slipped my stockinged toes
into my brand new Government issued
shoes and No-Frills tailored clothes.
Mincing along but gingerly
I hopped aboard the ferry
missed the bus to Beekman
in the dark, the walk was scary.
Made it the building
not a minute did I lose
I tidied up my hair and
then I glanced down at my shoes...
Blasted bloody got em muddy
bits of paper grass and sand
I heard my toes scream out, "Hey, buddy!
for shoes, tar paint is banned!".
Quickly then I kicked 'em off
and tried to wipe 'em clean
but every little thing unstuck
took off the tacky sheen.
I did my best to conceal a sob
but had to pay my dues
as more than one allergic snob
caught sight of battered shoes.
At 5 PM back on the street
with nowhere else to roam
my misery, it was complete
as I tracked some more dirt home.
PS. I was reminded of one of my favorite episodes of the Little Rascals, where the boy, whose mother had been abused by his drunken father somehow managed to buy her a pretty dress and oversized pumps. I can't remember the details but the clothes didn't quite fit right. The closing scene left a lasting impression. The family are walking to church and the boy is looking at Mom in her new clothes and with love in his eyes says," Gee Ma, you look like an angel on Sunday!" Her ankles are wobbling badly, like a little girl in her mother's high heels, but she's beaming down at him, " I FEEL like an angel on Sunday!"
'cuz things had gone to hell.
Said "You don't belong there Honey,
a trip home will do you well."
On a three day smelly bus ride
Away from what had been obscene
Turned my nose to New York City
where the air was fresh and clean.
Pulled into Central Station
a different kind of highland
Was met by my dear sister
a castaway on Gov'nors Isand.
Being broke was half the trouble
and we played it like a game
but the nasty shoe debacle
well it made me take the shame.
I didn't know quite what to do
but I knew I had a job,
a suit of houndstooth off 'The Give'
and my hair cut into a bob.
The suit was fitting perfectly
and for shoes she found some flats
pink with silver circled cutouts
kind of clownish without spats
Well I stood there in a laugh-cry
'cuz my job was in the city
I gotta make these babies black
or be lookin' 'Hello Kitty'.
So she gets that strange expression
perhaps it's from the Lord
In an empty apartment down the hall
was some paint for the old baseboard.
We laughed the night we dipped the shoes
laughed until we cried
And early the next morning
It seemed the paint had dried.
You could see that they were shiny
and ready for the weather
and from an eyeball's distance
they could pass for patent leather.
I was ever careful
as I slipped my stockinged toes
into my brand new Government issued
shoes and No-Frills tailored clothes.
Mincing along but gingerly
I hopped aboard the ferry
missed the bus to Beekman
in the dark, the walk was scary.
Made it the building
not a minute did I lose
I tidied up my hair and
then I glanced down at my shoes...
Blasted bloody got em muddy
bits of paper grass and sand
I heard my toes scream out, "Hey, buddy!
for shoes, tar paint is banned!".
Quickly then I kicked 'em off
and tried to wipe 'em clean
but every little thing unstuck
took off the tacky sheen.
I did my best to conceal a sob
but had to pay my dues
as more than one allergic snob
caught sight of battered shoes.
At 5 PM back on the street
with nowhere else to roam
my misery, it was complete
as I tracked some more dirt home.
PS. I was reminded of one of my favorite episodes of the Little Rascals, where the boy, whose mother had been abused by his drunken father somehow managed to buy her a pretty dress and oversized pumps. I can't remember the details but the clothes didn't quite fit right. The closing scene left a lasting impression. The family are walking to church and the boy is looking at Mom in her new clothes and with love in his eyes says," Gee Ma, you look like an angel on Sunday!" Her ankles are wobbling badly, like a little girl in her mother's high heels, but she's beaming down at him, " I FEEL like an angel on Sunday!"
skuff
"Skuff marks" he says
with disgust in his voice
and he looks at my shoes
and says, "Garbage."
We both knew from before
what they'd do to his floor
but I wore them
inspite of the carnage.
They went with the look
so I snuck into my nook
and plastered the heels with
green lables.
"Advance Directives"
"Floor Protectives"
the scuffle and stuff
it disables.
I don't advertise
my messes or lies
they just find themselves out
and what's more
I simply rely on
the passing of time
now it's green from my heels
on the floor.
with disgust in his voice
and he looks at my shoes
and says, "Garbage."
We both knew from before
what they'd do to his floor
but I wore them
inspite of the carnage.
They went with the look
so I snuck into my nook
and plastered the heels with
green lables.
"Advance Directives"
"Floor Protectives"
the scuffle and stuff
it disables.
I don't advertise
my messes or lies
they just find themselves out
and what's more
I simply rely on
the passing of time
now it's green from my heels
on the floor.
Sunday 18 March 2007
chiliman's eye
The other day I phoned a friend
I shan't be usin' names
"Not alright, I tell ya, Gee,
the eyeball's shootin' flames!"
"Owie! Owie! Owie! Oh!
Chili-man I love ya so
tell me what has happened though
i know you will be well"
"While chopping jalapenos
without the proper guise
I washed my hands both 'fore and aft'
but much to my demise~
I went to pop the contact in
and soon would realize
a flaming side of poppers
and a sizzling batch of fries!"
Well my heart was feeling something
which I could not minimize
and mistakin' me for cryin'
well it opened up his eyes
He knew I wasn't faking
and it took him by surprise
and seeing he could break me down
I felt I must disguise.
I Couldn't take the chance
lest he see my compromise,
so I layered up and told him,
"I've got onions in my eyes".
Woe is you and oh so woe
and gee girl how I like you so
tell me what has happened though
I know you will be well
"While chopping up the onions
without the proper guise
washed my hands before and aft'
but much to my demise~
can't blame me now for hoping
We could do without the lies
But I am just a
bloomin' onion and
I need to guard my eyes."
And with the sharin' of the troubles
and the things that caused us pain
there's comfort in the knowing
for what else have we to gain?
And if I lose you then tomorrow
because today I have been real
far better to have loved and lost
than have held back what I feel.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMXzd7iW3Rw
And when everything which must be added
is put in the chiliman's crock
a 5 to 1 handwash of water and bleach
is the best way to avoid pepper shock.
I shan't be usin' names
"Not alright, I tell ya, Gee,
the eyeball's shootin' flames!"
"Owie! Owie! Owie! Oh!
Chili-man I love ya so
tell me what has happened though
i know you will be well"
"While chopping jalapenos
without the proper guise
I washed my hands both 'fore and aft'
but much to my demise~
I went to pop the contact in
and soon would realize
a flaming side of poppers
and a sizzling batch of fries!"
Well my heart was feeling something
which I could not minimize
and mistakin' me for cryin'
well it opened up his eyes
He knew I wasn't faking
and it took him by surprise
and seeing he could break me down
I felt I must disguise.
I Couldn't take the chance
lest he see my compromise,
so I layered up and told him,
"I've got onions in my eyes".
Woe is you and oh so woe
and gee girl how I like you so
tell me what has happened though
I know you will be well
"While chopping up the onions
without the proper guise
washed my hands before and aft'
but much to my demise~
can't blame me now for hoping
We could do without the lies
But I am just a
bloomin' onion and
I need to guard my eyes."
And with the sharin' of the troubles
and the things that caused us pain
there's comfort in the knowing
for what else have we to gain?
And if I lose you then tomorrow
because today I have been real
far better to have loved and lost
than have held back what I feel.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMXzd7iW3Rw
And when everything which must be added
is put in the chiliman's crock
a 5 to 1 handwash of water and bleach
is the best way to avoid pepper shock.
Saturday 17 March 2007
payin' homage
When I was a child
they let me run wild
but soon chores
and schoolwork
and clothing
were piled
and lest I forget
parental laws set
my freedom
the ruler
and routine
defiled.
Take all my blues
and send me away
"Your time is coming",
she said, " one fine day"
Inside I'd be singing
that simple refrain:
"and I'll never be back here,
EVER AGAIN!"
If somebody told me
I'd wind up back home
I'd reckon them crazy
and slam down the phone.
Got a couple of years
now to pay of this loan
and a couple beers
down I'd sit and I'd moan
in spite of my troubles
in spite of my own
in spite of the fact
that I'm thin as a bone
In time I will harvest
the seeds that I've sown
I am not goin' back there
So LEAVE ME ALONE!
But one day back here
I did surely arrive
my kit and caboodle
five-oh Burton Drive
reluctantly settled
back into the hive
for no other way
I could see to survive...
Well to be sure
this is just how it goes
tonight I caught Dad
folding up all my clothes
He makes sure I have eaten
and socks on my toes
And of course all my business
everyone knows!
I've ransacked the bedroom
and clogged up the pipes
Let down my hair
aired all my gripes
Reliving my teens
never one of those types
and finally come clean
that I LOVE Wesley Snipes.
Thanks Mom and Dad
for all your direction
you hold up the fort
and offer correction
I've not always taken
your timely advice
Resented the hair cut
in the midst of the lice.
You know me quite well
I'm one bitter pill
but I love you now
and so I always will
and when the door opens
and I take my leave
on me arm I'll be wearing
a damp snotty sleeve.
I thank you both
for taking my crap
for all of your years,
never seen such a sap
once sense and stability
I can regain
I'll never be back here
EVER AGAIN!
they let me run wild
but soon chores
and schoolwork
and clothing
were piled
and lest I forget
parental laws set
my freedom
the ruler
and routine
defiled.
Take all my blues
and send me away
"Your time is coming",
she said, " one fine day"
Inside I'd be singing
that simple refrain:
"and I'll never be back here,
EVER AGAIN!"
If somebody told me
I'd wind up back home
I'd reckon them crazy
and slam down the phone.
Got a couple of years
now to pay of this loan
and a couple beers
down I'd sit and I'd moan
in spite of my troubles
in spite of my own
in spite of the fact
that I'm thin as a bone
In time I will harvest
the seeds that I've sown
I am not goin' back there
So LEAVE ME ALONE!
But one day back here
I did surely arrive
my kit and caboodle
five-oh Burton Drive
reluctantly settled
back into the hive
for no other way
I could see to survive...
Well to be sure
this is just how it goes
tonight I caught Dad
folding up all my clothes
He makes sure I have eaten
and socks on my toes
And of course all my business
everyone knows!
I've ransacked the bedroom
and clogged up the pipes
Let down my hair
aired all my gripes
Reliving my teens
never one of those types
and finally come clean
that I LOVE Wesley Snipes.
Thanks Mom and Dad
for all your direction
you hold up the fort
and offer correction
I've not always taken
your timely advice
Resented the hair cut
in the midst of the lice.
You know me quite well
I'm one bitter pill
but I love you now
and so I always will
and when the door opens
and I take my leave
on me arm I'll be wearing
a damp snotty sleeve.
I thank you both
for taking my crap
for all of your years,
never seen such a sap
once sense and stability
I can regain
I'll never be back here
EVER AGAIN!
manly, yes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rT_IgeVLfMU
Manly, yes,
but I like it too
so whatever became of the poet in you?
maybe you'e not the best with the rhyme
and sittin here yapping, I'm wastin' yer dime
ya don't care for poetry, 'snot worth your time
and gingerale coke lemon and lime~
much better to drink from the old sewer line.
Spittin' and belchin' are what you're about
So I wrote you a poem on the mis-ry of gout
and when we are older you'll rant and I'll shout
and mix in CoEnzyme to your bloody stout.
Manly, yes,
but I like it too
so whatever became of the poet in you?
maybe you'e not the best with the rhyme
and sittin here yapping, I'm wastin' yer dime
ya don't care for poetry, 'snot worth your time
and gingerale coke lemon and lime~
much better to drink from the old sewer line.
Spittin' and belchin' are what you're about
So I wrote you a poem on the mis-ry of gout
and when we are older you'll rant and I'll shout
and mix in CoEnzyme to your bloody stout.
icicle
Went out walkin' in the snow
slipped on the black ice
and down I did go
I tried to get up
but it was too
slick and so
I lay there
freezing
i clung
to life
I felt
like
an
I
C
E
C
I
C
L
E
but
I felt
like
an
I
C
E
C
I
C
L
E
but
then
a nice
man with
warm hands
saw me there
lying on the ice
and picked me up
and leaned me against
a tree and it seemed to him
that I looked more like a snowman.
In a while, I was looking more like a puddle.
In a while, I was looking more like a puddle.
Friday 16 March 2007
Gaze into Glory
a reminder of the shorter days
the orange globe sinks into haze
no longer casting warming rays
but shadows into night
fighting sleep and fascinated
I face the setting sun
and every stroke
of the painter's brush
lingers and then it's done
firey red excites the soul
and set the mood in motion
orange and pink elicit sighs
like a full moon upon the ocean
streaks of purple
are always fun
and bring on
the bluegreen hues
a symphony for the setting sun
give me the midnight blues
i want to gaze
into the Glory
tell me another story
oh
bring on the colors
don't let me sleep too long
I want to sing
of your greatness
inspite of all my lateness
oh Lord, You are amazing
and as your creation sings
i'm praising
'til the sun
sets on my days
lost in the moment
dropping the poem
i grab a camera
still life images captured
if only I could freeze the moment,
if only a sunset would last
a couple of hours
how cool that would be
and suddenly realizing
it's almost over for me
put down the camera
lock onto the old eyes of time
take a deep breath and admire it all
lulled into peaceful acceptance
relaxing the lines of worry
smiling as night edges toward the sunset
and sleep overtakes my
heavy lids lowering on
the last lovely streak of color
freed from the grip of self awareness
needing to make it all rhyme
embraced in the arms of unconsciousness
powerless to pretend
entrusting myself to the night
i abandon myself to dreams
i want to gaze
into the Glory
the Glory
tell me another story
now I know
the reason
for my being
You only want my praise
You are amazing
I will praise You
'til the sun
sets on my days
but until then
is there
a chance to slow it down?
the orange globe sinks into haze
no longer casting warming rays
but shadows into night
fighting sleep and fascinated
I face the setting sun
and every stroke
of the painter's brush
lingers and then it's done
firey red excites the soul
and set the mood in motion
orange and pink elicit sighs
like a full moon upon the ocean
streaks of purple
are always fun
and bring on
the bluegreen hues
a symphony for the setting sun
give me the midnight blues
i want to gaze
into the Glory
tell me another story
oh
bring on the colors
don't let me sleep too long
I want to sing
of your greatness
inspite of all my lateness
oh Lord, You are amazing
and as your creation sings
i'm praising
'til the sun
sets on my days
lost in the moment
dropping the poem
i grab a camera
still life images captured
if only I could freeze the moment,
if only a sunset would last
a couple of hours
how cool that would be
and suddenly realizing
it's almost over for me
put down the camera
lock onto the old eyes of time
take a deep breath and admire it all
lulled into peaceful acceptance
relaxing the lines of worry
smiling as night edges toward the sunset
and sleep overtakes my
heavy lids lowering on
the last lovely streak of color
freed from the grip of self awareness
needing to make it all rhyme
embraced in the arms of unconsciousness
powerless to pretend
entrusting myself to the night
i abandon myself to dreams
i want to gaze
into the Glory
the Glory
tell me another story
now I know
the reason
for my being
You only want my praise
You are amazing
I will praise You
'til the sun
sets on my days
but until then
is there
a chance to slow it down?
Saturday 10 March 2007
Love
It started with a couplet,quiet easy to direct
but blossomed into something else,beyond my intellect.
I am only one, I ask, "and what can one girl can do"?
You fed thousands fish and loaves but only had a few, right?
You healed the sick and dying saying "greater shall you do"
But I'm only human, Jesus, how can that be true?
And then you say you are 'I AM', I AM alive in you.
And I say "OK, Good enough~ the Truth will have to do".
So how about we just keep in touch if you're that close, sweet Lord
It won't take long to reach you and that's a call I can afford.
Very clever my little Gee you're starting out just fine
and when the need is there just speak the water into wine.
Heal sick and broken-hearted,lead a soul out of the flame
It's not your job to worry how,just do it in my Name.
Do not worry how you look,or what you're gonna say
just be yourself and let me be the Light that shines the way.
Jesus was a real man the books will verify
at 33 they nailed him to a chunk of wood to die
And to be sure that he was dead hanging naked on a cross
they speared him though, and left him there, my Jewish carpenter boss.
And not a word was written that He would not fulfill
the scene was painted vividly before the making of the hill.
That all men could be redeemed that is,bought back with His own blood
we cannot pay the price for sin, he freed us by His Love.
Written long before his birth their KING would rise day 3
and so it was, and so it is that I AM lives in me.
And to many this may seem absurd but this is not a game
I am aware of the price He paid and the power of His Name.
I have no stake in religion there is nothing there for me
I will follow Christ alone His Love has set me free.
And though I am just one girl and crazy into rhyming
In prayer I find my comfort and I trust him with the timing.
but blossomed into something else,beyond my intellect.
I am only one, I ask, "and what can one girl can do"?
You fed thousands fish and loaves but only had a few, right?
You healed the sick and dying saying "greater shall you do"
But I'm only human, Jesus, how can that be true?
And then you say you are 'I AM', I AM alive in you.
And I say "OK, Good enough~ the Truth will have to do".
So how about we just keep in touch if you're that close, sweet Lord
It won't take long to reach you and that's a call I can afford.
Very clever my little Gee you're starting out just fine
and when the need is there just speak the water into wine.
Heal sick and broken-hearted,lead a soul out of the flame
It's not your job to worry how,just do it in my Name.
Do not worry how you look,or what you're gonna say
just be yourself and let me be the Light that shines the way.
Jesus was a real man the books will verify
at 33 they nailed him to a chunk of wood to die
And to be sure that he was dead hanging naked on a cross
they speared him though, and left him there, my Jewish carpenter boss.
And not a word was written that He would not fulfill
the scene was painted vividly before the making of the hill.
That all men could be redeemed that is,bought back with His own blood
we cannot pay the price for sin, he freed us by His Love.
Written long before his birth their KING would rise day 3
and so it was, and so it is that I AM lives in me.
And to many this may seem absurd but this is not a game
I am aware of the price He paid and the power of His Name.
I have no stake in religion there is nothing there for me
I will follow Christ alone His Love has set me free.
And though I am just one girl and crazy into rhyming
In prayer I find my comfort and I trust him with the timing.
Thursday 8 March 2007
Whadaya Think
They pay me well to color with fat crayons
Sometimes I tend to feel like Mother Goose
The men they are preoccupied
with gettin' on my better side
Please pour me up another glass of juice
Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!
Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can't appreciate
how much I need a bloody date
so for now the elderly will have to do
Well I like to challange all of them to checkers
and not a better player you will find
I can take the ragged old man on
and help him stagger to the john
but be sure
he's gonna wipe his own behind
Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!
Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can' appreciate
How much I need a bloody date
but for now the elderly will have to do
Now don't be makin fun of all the old men
cuz the ladies have thier crosses to bear too
you can bet we have no aim
spin the bottle
take the shame
and in the end we're lame and so are you
Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!
Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can't appreciate
I much I need a bloody date
but for now the elderly will have to do
Sometimes I tend to feel like Mother Goose
The men they are preoccupied
with gettin' on my better side
Please pour me up another glass of juice
Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!
Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can't appreciate
how much I need a bloody date
so for now the elderly will have to do
Well I like to challange all of them to checkers
and not a better player you will find
I can take the ragged old man on
and help him stagger to the john
but be sure
he's gonna wipe his own behind
Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!
Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can' appreciate
How much I need a bloody date
but for now the elderly will have to do
Now don't be makin fun of all the old men
cuz the ladies have thier crosses to bear too
you can bet we have no aim
spin the bottle
take the shame
and in the end we're lame and so are you
Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!
Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can't appreciate
I much I need a bloody date
but for now the elderly will have to do
Wednesday 7 March 2007
an unlikely story
Like sugar from a shaker
snow falls on Saul, the baker
delivering steamy biscuits
from the shop he calls his home.
In a drafty run down mansion
lives the princess, on her pension
she complains about the bills
but strives to make it on her own.
Today he takes her order
"One fresh bagel, for a quarter,
cuz I haven't seen the likes of one
since I left my childhood home".
Well he's never baked a bagel
but he's not one to finagle
and wanting just to please her
finds a recipe from Rome.
And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
ain't no woman gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside his heart
the will to be a friend
hoping someday she'd come around and
one day be his wife....
So to win her deep affection
he packs up his best confection
takes his chances on the backroads
that iced over in the storm.
She was waiting in the foyer
telling lies about her lawyer
said "he brought your day old bread here"
and this bagel isn't warm.
So he heats it on the fire
and though her heart is his desire
she will not accept the bagel
for it's not quite the right form.
And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
ain't no woman gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside his heart
the will to be a friend
hoping someday she'd come around and
one day be his wife....
So he runs back to his bagel board
and pounds the dough and rolls a cord
and shapes the perfect bagel into
a bagel lovers dream.
He boils and then he bakes it
and to her mansion takes it
Piping hot but now she wants
churned butter from fresh cream.
And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
what woman's gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside him
the will to be a friend
hoping someday she'd come around
one day be his wife...
Well he's starting to get ansty
but he knows the farmer, Clancy
whose butter is freshed churned
known by counties far and wide.
He heads out to the pasture
and he buys what he is after
and returns to find, 'tis so unkind
the princess, she had died.
The baker in his stricken state
swallows the bagel off the plate
then he calls the cops
pulls out the stops
and serves the day old bread.
He gives the details more than once
of how he ate the evidence
by now he'd thought he'd be let go
but they arrested him instead.
"Tis a likely story"
was the only thing he heard
although they bought his baked goods
they would not buy his word.
"The Baker is a Butcher"
Is what the tabloid said,
"better to take your bagel cold than
take it in the head".
But all was not as it appears
She owed the butcher in arrears
and when they went to check her craw
they found a hunk of mutton.
It ended all without a trial
the butcher he did reconcile
posted-"pay the butcher now
and do not to be a glutton."
And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
ain't no woman gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside his heart
the will to be a friend
and it turned rather nicely
as she willed him in the end.
snow falls on Saul, the baker
delivering steamy biscuits
from the shop he calls his home.
In a drafty run down mansion
lives the princess, on her pension
she complains about the bills
but strives to make it on her own.
Today he takes her order
"One fresh bagel, for a quarter,
cuz I haven't seen the likes of one
since I left my childhood home".
Well he's never baked a bagel
but he's not one to finagle
and wanting just to please her
finds a recipe from Rome.
And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
ain't no woman gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside his heart
the will to be a friend
hoping someday she'd come around and
one day be his wife....
So to win her deep affection
he packs up his best confection
takes his chances on the backroads
that iced over in the storm.
She was waiting in the foyer
telling lies about her lawyer
said "he brought your day old bread here"
and this bagel isn't warm.
So he heats it on the fire
and though her heart is his desire
she will not accept the bagel
for it's not quite the right form.
And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
ain't no woman gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside his heart
the will to be a friend
hoping someday she'd come around and
one day be his wife....
So he runs back to his bagel board
and pounds the dough and rolls a cord
and shapes the perfect bagel into
a bagel lovers dream.
He boils and then he bakes it
and to her mansion takes it
Piping hot but now she wants
churned butter from fresh cream.
And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
what woman's gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside him
the will to be a friend
hoping someday she'd come around
one day be his wife...
Well he's starting to get ansty
but he knows the farmer, Clancy
whose butter is freshed churned
known by counties far and wide.
He heads out to the pasture
and he buys what he is after
and returns to find, 'tis so unkind
the princess, she had died.
The baker in his stricken state
swallows the bagel off the plate
then he calls the cops
pulls out the stops
and serves the day old bread.
He gives the details more than once
of how he ate the evidence
by now he'd thought he'd be let go
but they arrested him instead.
"Tis a likely story"
was the only thing he heard
although they bought his baked goods
they would not buy his word.
"The Baker is a Butcher"
Is what the tabloid said,
"better to take your bagel cold than
take it in the head".
But all was not as it appears
She owed the butcher in arrears
and when they went to check her craw
they found a hunk of mutton.
It ended all without a trial
the butcher he did reconcile
posted-"pay the butcher now
and do not to be a glutton."
And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
ain't no woman gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside his heart
the will to be a friend
and it turned rather nicely
as she willed him in the end.
Tuesday 6 March 2007
bottom of the bay
I stare into the hazy eyes
and slowly start to realize
that you are several leagues away
and now I understand.
Tried to solve the mystery
went looking for some history
I'd dive back down if just to see
and stir the sleeping sand.
We drown out all the pain we feel
far-away things are not as real
there is a piece of brokenness
on the bottom of the bay
tied on a weight to keep it down
hoping all these thoughts would drown
or just long enough for memories
and you to go away.
If it had cut
It would have bled
I would have known but
then it's said
drowning hurts the least instead
I'd rather I could feel.
And then today I thought of you
I did not know what you went through
I could not feel just what you felt
the heavy heart, the burning welt
it's only natural, life is cruel
we're tangled in senseless duel
when people get too close it's true
involvement sucks the life out.
We drown out all the pain we feel
far-away things are not as real
there is a piece of brokenness
on the bottom of the bay
tied on a weight to keep it down
hoping all these thoughts would drown
or just long enough for memories
and you to go away.
I'll never truly understand
for I'm a fish and you're a man
I swim in garbage, not my plan
it's only your pollution
you nearly dried me in the sun
and I thought that you were so much fun
like all good fish we come undone
awake from love's illusion
there is no way a fish will drown
just let the current take me down
one more gem in Neptune's crown
and that is your solution.
We drown out all the pain we feel
far-away things are not as real
there is a piece of brokenness
on the bottom of the bay
tied on a weight to keep it down
hoping all these thoughts would drown
or just long enough for memories
and you to go away.
I made my bed there in the deep
I keep my watch and rarely sleep
the nets they drag for memories
and I keep them all from catching
painful one's I'd rather keep
the one's you drowned out
in a heep
but as I swim this sea
of *bleep*
None will be for fetching.
We drown out all the pain we feel
far-away things are not as real
there is a piece of brokenness
on the bottom of the bay
tied on a weight to keep it down
hoping all these thoughts would drown
or just long enough for memories
and you to go away.
and slowly start to realize
that you are several leagues away
and now I understand.
Tried to solve the mystery
went looking for some history
I'd dive back down if just to see
and stir the sleeping sand.
We drown out all the pain we feel
far-away things are not as real
there is a piece of brokenness
on the bottom of the bay
tied on a weight to keep it down
hoping all these thoughts would drown
or just long enough for memories
and you to go away.
If it had cut
It would have bled
I would have known but
then it's said
drowning hurts the least instead
I'd rather I could feel.
And then today I thought of you
I did not know what you went through
I could not feel just what you felt
the heavy heart, the burning welt
it's only natural, life is cruel
we're tangled in senseless duel
when people get too close it's true
involvement sucks the life out.
We drown out all the pain we feel
far-away things are not as real
there is a piece of brokenness
on the bottom of the bay
tied on a weight to keep it down
hoping all these thoughts would drown
or just long enough for memories
and you to go away.
I'll never truly understand
for I'm a fish and you're a man
I swim in garbage, not my plan
it's only your pollution
you nearly dried me in the sun
and I thought that you were so much fun
like all good fish we come undone
awake from love's illusion
there is no way a fish will drown
just let the current take me down
one more gem in Neptune's crown
and that is your solution.
We drown out all the pain we feel
far-away things are not as real
there is a piece of brokenness
on the bottom of the bay
tied on a weight to keep it down
hoping all these thoughts would drown
or just long enough for memories
and you to go away.
I made my bed there in the deep
I keep my watch and rarely sleep
the nets they drag for memories
and I keep them all from catching
painful one's I'd rather keep
the one's you drowned out
in a heep
but as I swim this sea
of *bleep*
None will be for fetching.
We drown out all the pain we feel
far-away things are not as real
there is a piece of brokenness
on the bottom of the bay
tied on a weight to keep it down
hoping all these thoughts would drown
or just long enough for memories
and you to go away.
he's just not that into fish
Something struck me out of the blue
and cut my dorsal fin
worst pain, I say, I ever knew
guess it's due for mess I'm in
Thankfully, I am just fine
next time I'll be more careful
and watch out for the fisherman's line
and try to be more prayerful
This one's not that into fish
though fish he did one night
caught me hanging out beside
the boat, to my delight.
"Would you just consider spending
time with me today?
I've got a lot here on my mind but
you seem to want to play."
So play we did and had a ball
the fisherman and I,
I must say though, along the way
the man, he caught my eye.
He shared a couple of tales there
that I could scarce believe
'bout a women who had landed
that old heart upon on his sleeve.
Before the sun had set
I felt a certain sting of pain
he said, " Ya know if you were not a fish
I'd take you out again".
"I do appreciate the thought"
as I entertained the notion,
"so put me in some salt water here
or jump in to my ocean."
"I got a funny feeling",
said the fisherman to me
"that if I were to take you out
you'd be too much for me."
It was then I got his number
I knew that line, you see
Been hooked perhaps a dozen times
and thrown back in the sea.
"The sunset's sweet and lures you, man,
I love that sugar stupor
but you're just a fast food junkie
and will never taste my grouper."
And with that I swam away.
and cut my dorsal fin
worst pain, I say, I ever knew
guess it's due for mess I'm in
Thankfully, I am just fine
next time I'll be more careful
and watch out for the fisherman's line
and try to be more prayerful
This one's not that into fish
though fish he did one night
caught me hanging out beside
the boat, to my delight.
"Would you just consider spending
time with me today?
I've got a lot here on my mind but
you seem to want to play."
So play we did and had a ball
the fisherman and I,
I must say though, along the way
the man, he caught my eye.
He shared a couple of tales there
that I could scarce believe
'bout a women who had landed
that old heart upon on his sleeve.
Before the sun had set
I felt a certain sting of pain
he said, " Ya know if you were not a fish
I'd take you out again".
"I do appreciate the thought"
as I entertained the notion,
"so put me in some salt water here
or jump in to my ocean."
"I got a funny feeling",
said the fisherman to me
"that if I were to take you out
you'd be too much for me."
It was then I got his number
I knew that line, you see
Been hooked perhaps a dozen times
and thrown back in the sea.
"The sunset's sweet and lures you, man,
I love that sugar stupor
but you're just a fast food junkie
and will never taste my grouper."
And with that I swam away.
Saturday 3 March 2007
back home- g clair
Plopped down in the rocking chair
in a mix of joy and gloom
the memories come flooding back
my sweet old childhood room
no doubt it's been my resting place
since life had dealt hard blows
unable to keep up with the pace
sometimes that's how it goes.
Moved back home last summer
the only place for sure
could offer me some comfort
and a financial cure.
She said you can take your old room
or sleep in the garage
that room is cold and drafy
and I've got my ego to massage.
Mom had placed a rocker
a Granny before my time
I'd sit and sip and rock a bit
gingerale coke lemon and lime.
Eyes are tired, mind is wired
i know it's getting late
I throw the switch
and in the dark
I'm back to being 8.
I suppose that worry burrows
deep within the genes
'cuz I would lie and comtemplate
the most disturbing scenes.
I'd worry about a robber
and double check the locks
or catching double pneumonia
and always wore my socks.
I'd worry about a bad man
and check under the bed
about a fire breaking out
and everything else I dread.
My mother taught me the simplest
prayer, which I did recite each night
though I think it quite traumatic
for it filled me with such fright.
"If I should die before I wake"
now scared that I was dyin'
"I pray the Lord my soul to take."
And that should stop my cryin?
"If I should live another day,
I pray the Lord to guide my way."
And guide He did, but I did stray
and wound up in this room today.
The truest test of character
not money or allure
but how you act and what you do
in secret when you're poor.
Sometimes you feel downright spent
and think you'll fall apart
you need to grasp the gift within
see the ending from the start.
Sometimes you need to get some sleep
or eat and have some wine,
other times it's a friendly call
to someone on the line.
But even through the worst of it
when to God I drunken dialed
The Lord, He taught me once again
to trust Him like a child
Now I'm grateful just to sit
on mom's fine throne of wicker
Gotten past the worst of it
but wait, here is the kicker:
Taking the backroads home one day
I drove by a mountain of junk
mostly discarded furniture
and somebody's stinkin' old trunk.
But wedged between a credenza
and unwanted Christmas cheer
an antique wide-assed rocker
wired to rock away fear.
With the same determination
as if salvaging a soul
I forced that rocker in my car
now where there was a will
is a hole.
And one day when I am ready
and able to move myself on
I'm gonna find a warm place
and beaming with grace
set that rocker in the sun
And If you're feeling down trodden
maybe needing an ear,
my rocker will be waiting
with a seat to fit your rear!
in a mix of joy and gloom
the memories come flooding back
my sweet old childhood room
no doubt it's been my resting place
since life had dealt hard blows
unable to keep up with the pace
sometimes that's how it goes.
Moved back home last summer
the only place for sure
could offer me some comfort
and a financial cure.
She said you can take your old room
or sleep in the garage
that room is cold and drafy
and I've got my ego to massage.
Mom had placed a rocker
a Granny before my time
I'd sit and sip and rock a bit
gingerale coke lemon and lime.
Eyes are tired, mind is wired
i know it's getting late
I throw the switch
and in the dark
I'm back to being 8.
I suppose that worry burrows
deep within the genes
'cuz I would lie and comtemplate
the most disturbing scenes.
I'd worry about a robber
and double check the locks
or catching double pneumonia
and always wore my socks.
I'd worry about a bad man
and check under the bed
about a fire breaking out
and everything else I dread.
My mother taught me the simplest
prayer, which I did recite each night
though I think it quite traumatic
for it filled me with such fright.
"If I should die before I wake"
now scared that I was dyin'
"I pray the Lord my soul to take."
And that should stop my cryin?
"If I should live another day,
I pray the Lord to guide my way."
And guide He did, but I did stray
and wound up in this room today.
The truest test of character
not money or allure
but how you act and what you do
in secret when you're poor.
Sometimes you feel downright spent
and think you'll fall apart
you need to grasp the gift within
see the ending from the start.
Sometimes you need to get some sleep
or eat and have some wine,
other times it's a friendly call
to someone on the line.
But even through the worst of it
when to God I drunken dialed
The Lord, He taught me once again
to trust Him like a child
Now I'm grateful just to sit
on mom's fine throne of wicker
Gotten past the worst of it
but wait, here is the kicker:
Taking the backroads home one day
I drove by a mountain of junk
mostly discarded furniture
and somebody's stinkin' old trunk.
But wedged between a credenza
and unwanted Christmas cheer
an antique wide-assed rocker
wired to rock away fear.
With the same determination
as if salvaging a soul
I forced that rocker in my car
now where there was a will
is a hole.
And one day when I am ready
and able to move myself on
I'm gonna find a warm place
and beaming with grace
set that rocker in the sun
And If you're feeling down trodden
maybe needing an ear,
my rocker will be waiting
with a seat to fit your rear!
Thursday 1 March 2007
snow
Written at the age of 8, "Snow" won a contest and was published in the school paper. My ONLY poem ever published. It gives me great pleasure to hit "Publish" here.
Snow Snow
Where does it go
where does it come from
I want to know
It falls on the ground
then into a mound
when it disappears
my father he cheers.
Snow Snow
Where does it go
where does it come from
I want to know
It falls on the ground
then into a mound
when it disappears
my father he cheers.
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