poetry

It is poetry to me
not to all
nor do I care
the thinking of thoughts
the rhyming of words
sometimes, too many
but still,
the ideas come
in everyday ways
things from my past,
the future yet to be
I will compose,
as long as
the good Lord allows
read me or not
comment or don't
it is for me
and
anyone to read

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nothing prepared me for this

when day comes, dawn with its hues 

I awake and look over at you 

morning sun playing songs I missed 

nothing ever prepared me for this 

I make the coffee as you stretch in bed 

shaking away dreams from your tousled head 

another day, a good morning kiss

nothing ever prepared me for this 

everyday, every night that we span

thanking God that I am where I am 

for love that shines, for this sweet bliss 

nothing ever prepared me for this

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perception

possession is not 9/10ths of the law 

perception is the thing that counts 

it's your perception that I'm obsessing 

about the possession you've got

from the conception I wanted to be the possession 

but all of my perceptions were wrong 

because of deception regarding preconceptions 

that extrasensory perception failed on

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room

room in your closet 

room for stuff I leave behind

room also in your heart

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hasn't been around much since

it seems like it was yesterday
we danced and played our childish games
loving, laughing like we were kids
the fun hasn't been around much since

it seems like just a minute ago
you were teasing me about something or the other
pulling my hair...grinning all the while
anything to make me smile

it's strange how quickly that it slips
how memories fade, how it all changes
not the same as when it started out
friendship rifts and starts to drift

the loving and laughter from when we were kids
hasn't been around much since
no, it hasn't been around much since

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a smoothie

is missing one fruit 

it ripened much too quickly 

leaves a bitter taste

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souvenirs

you bought a ticket stow your bag overhead

headed out west to see cracked riverbeds

you talk to the saguaro like they are your friends

the answers aren't there and you round the bend

looking to the clouds for relief from the heat

removing your shoes, relieving your feet

you purchase the postcards to send from the trail

licked all the stamps and post them to mail 

you hike through the desert with the sun as your guide

no tan lines you show that you cannot hide 

time goes so fast and it's time to go home 

you pack up your heart, wishing the hours to slow 

a kiss for your lover and the ones you hold dear

heading back north, without souvenirs 

no answers to questions that continue to daunt

more now forthcoming and starting to haunt

put 'em in your backpack if just for one day

or leave them forever, keeping them at bay

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you and me

beginnings forgot 

countless hours of passion weep 

lovers hold steadfast

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burma shave

I read every sign

they were stretched out for miles 

couldn't piece them together 

took me a good while 

each one was a warning 

to watch out for the knave 

too late I found the answer 

to this Burma Shave

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your shirt

you hand me your shirt, the palest of yellow
said this is the one that I wore when we met
you button each one leavin' two at the top
sayin darlin, you sure make that shirt look real hot

and I don't remember the color of your shirt
all I remember is the total outlook
the careless appeal with that twinkle in your eyes
I knew I was a goner that very first night

stilettos click clack on the cool, dark tile
we snuggle up close for a movie and wine
long before the credits begin to role
we're lost in the moment of being so close

one by one, each button gets undone
we're back where we started...when I first put it on
nothing but white noise from the plasma tv
the shirt looks good on the floor where it lays

and I don't remember the color of your shirt
all I remember is the total outlook
the careless appeal with that twinkle in your eyes
I knew I was goner that very first night

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ante

too late to ante 

it's time to fold

your bluff is good 

with the cards you hold

five-card draw, 

winner take all 

I pay a price 

but after I call

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things

things I can live without... 

appendix 

tonsils 

gallbladder 

one kidney 

spleen 

you

 

so far 

I still have all of these 

God willing...

I will keep them 

you...

have already been surgically removed

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ridge line

from the ridge line, a mountain breeze 

among saguaro and mesquite trees 

a lone rider spurs his horse 

and from a distance lassos my heart 

not riding off into the sunset 

he has a thirst he needs to wet 

in the valley the oasis waits 

drink your fill, drink your fill

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end of day

eyes that travel sweet terrain 

shining soft with ecstasy 

exploring peaks and valleys soft

languishing before you 

hidden cave, scent of musk 

end of day, moon breaks dusk

the traveler reaches passion's summit 

slumbering after

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you gave me this and more

you gave me a song on a rainy day 

you gave me lyrics and melody 

you gave me music and a catchy tune

to keep in a safe place 

you gave me sun on a cloudy day

it wraps me in warmth and security

it shines inside my heart and soul 

making me smile inside and out 

you gave me the stars and glowing moon 

to light my way when it is dark 

you gave me a map of what's to be

so I can find you wherever you are

 

gave me this and more

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two steppin

our first long neck,  boots tapping in time
to the steel guitar and music that's prime
gonna dance all night, tomorrow's a day of rest
even if it wasn't we'd watch the dawn crest

when we're two-steppin nothing gets in the way
worked hard this morning so tonight we can play
hanging with friends at this country western dive
you paid for the first-- the only one you'll buy

this wood floor is dusty and some guys are playing pool
a fight will break out cause they don't use rules
baby, when we're dancing nobody else is in this room
we've started the evening and it's over much too soon

Buddy buys a round and takes Susie out to dance
he asked me for one but you told him "not a chance"
with your arm around me we're headin to the floor
the sun will be high when we leave that's for sure

when we're two-steppin nothing gets in the way
worked hard this morning so tonight we can play
hanging with friends at this country western dive
you paid for the first-- the only one you'll buy

the only one you'll buy


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little inside big

as small as I am 

I fit inside your arm's expanse 

you encompass me

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life

the small things in life 

so much bigger than great things

more numerous too 

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fantasy

if it's fantasy 

why do I still feel you here? 

your kiss on my lips

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body and soul

a movie reel in black and white

rewinding in my head 

nothing like I imagined 

when lines have been reread 

somewhere in the darkness

the light I could not find 

never seeing clearly 

while my heart was blind

through this obscure existence

alive but still alone 

the part that kept on fighting 

my heart that was long gone 

dreams that ended differently 

that held nightmares at bay 

when the moon has faded

and night turned into day 

sleepwalking through those moments 

as the credits start to role 

knowing it could have been heaven 

you had me body and soul

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unbridled freedom

a canyon in the west 

where the horses run free 

no bars, no corrals

a beautiful sight 

unbridled freedom 

the way it should be

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shiver shot

shiver shot... 

100 proof lust 

falling down, 

drunk with passion 

a crescent moon, 

taking charge

just one shot 

is not enough

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profiling

forty five minutes till my passport's stamped 

a three hour drive comes after that 

the drive I think will do me good 

there's this stuff I need to do 

some lists to make in mind... 

I'm thinking about things that just won't work 

start over again with things that should 

a profile of all I have to offer 

the loving traits held in this coffer

a perfect match with someone not blind 

to the intricacies that they will find

gonna bury the ones not built to last 

their heart encumbered or in the wrong place

their soul not free, or without love to give 

don't look here, that ship has sailed

I want it all and I deserve more 

before I reopen my heart's door

this time, I know, it's going to work 

roll up my sleeves, dust off the dirt 

I know just what I need to do

I'm going to give it all it's true 

this time they need to invest 

before  I do all the rest

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glory

deep blue sea meets azure, cloudless sky
as far as I can see on the horizon
Your sun warming all

tide pools teem with small ocean life
safe, for a short time, from the terror
of depths that threaten
their miniscule spot on the food chain

this place, this phenomenal space
restores my soul
I reflect on this glory, what You have
made and left
all You have given to me

It is good

lessons

resurrect, reflect 

paste it into a memory book 

look out the windshield 

not the rear-view mirror 

learn the lessons 

school's out of session 

I pass with flying colors

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