My Parents Goodbye’s

 

Father

It was a surprise attack

No, it was a sneak attack

Damn those heart attacks

I never said goodbye

 

I was a teenager

Father was a salesman

His last day he worried about the numbers

The next day he was and worried no more

I never said goodbye

 

I remember him in bits and pieces

Like a box of popcorn

The only memories are the bits and pieces left on your shirt

I never said goodbye

 

Mother

Her way to exit

Was no surprise attack

Cancer

Cancer, like a cat, plays with you

The game had several rounds

Lasted years

 

We said goodbye

In that final hour I stroked her leg

I felt like a seven year old

Holding on to her dress

Don’t lose me Mom

We said goodbye

 

Father and Mother

Mother’s long goodbye

Father’s quick exit

I realize now

Life is one long goodbye

Final words

Are in the living

 

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Weddings*

She danced

Holding her dress

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He danced

Holding her heart

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Weddings

A moment

A celebration

A birth

A birth of joy

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The young

Alcohol excited their exuberance

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The old

Alcohol excites their memories

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The band plays on

Playing songs that vibrate a chord

A chord in us all

The chord that all is precious

Laughter and tears

Are heard between sets

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Weddings are a precious gift

Between life’s sets

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*Dedicated to Mandy and Brian

Stars

Stars

 I sat under the stars on a warm night

With friends

The stars listened

They have heard and seen so much

Those stars know a lot about me

About my friends

Those stars heard

The sounds of my ancestors

But stars fail to realize

That they too, will disappear

Talk To Me Baby

Talk to me baby

I’m tired of my voice

Talk to me baby

My thoughts have no choice

 

The bartender pours

While he ponders my look

I simply wrote my desires

Tonight that will be my book

 

To hold a beautiful woman

Delivers the brain to flesh

Words are useless in that moment

Darling it’s you, not the dress

 

Talk to me baby

I’m tired of my voice

Talk to me baby

My thoughts have no choice

 

Talk to me baby

I have spent all my cares

Talk to me baby

I’m the only one listening to your prayers

 

My love, after dinner

There are two things left on my plate

One is love

The other is hate

 

I write words that need to escape

I read words that seek a home

My muse sits on my shoulder

I realize he’s on loan

 

Talk to me baby

I’m tired of my voice

Talk to me baby

My thoughts have no choice

Oasis

Oasis

What young man doesn’t like to roam the desert

Hot and sultry

So many hills and curves to hide in

Territory constantly being searched.

The search for the oasis

is exhausting

But it hardens most men

Shrubs hide the well

The well of pleasure and life

Old men also roam the desert

The hills and curves are oh so familiar

It offers comfort

A place of rest

A place of restoration

The softness of the well

Compliments his own softness

The well of pleasure and life

Dream

Dream

We laid in bed

Our hands in a clasp

I drifted into sleep

Holding on to my dream

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The Grill

The Grill

 

I’m grilling tonight, the essence, so sweet.

Gently blowing the scent to my neighbors.

 

I wonder if she smells those puffs of dragon air.

I wonder if she cares.

 

Sometimes my other neighbors grill.

I smell the aroma in the air.

Instantly hungry, almost like a bear.

 

Tonight I wonder why none of us share.

Oma

Oma

My grandmother died of pneumonia.

In nineteen fifty three

I was seven

I hardly remember her.

So long ago

yet

I still feel her love.

Express

 

Express

How do you say “no” instead of yes?

Tricky when she starts to undress

How do you say “touch me please”

When her mood is to tease.

Expressions express

Thoughts of the flesh

Words should rest

Desire

Yes.

Thoughts

Thoughts.

They say men think about sex 3 or 4 times an hour.

So when I’m at the bar with three friends.

We have three beers in three hours

That means together we had 48 sexual thoughts.

But sex only came up in conversation 21 times.

What a waste of thoughts.