A Secluded Place

English: Publicity photo of Larry Hagman and Barbara Eden from I Dream of Jeannie. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In my dream I was alone on the big island,

Far from the hustle and bustle of the crowd,

A waterfall caught my attention,

And I ventured closer than I thought allowed,

 

The water cascaded down into a pristine pool,

I had forgotten that I was asleep,

Feeling at one with all that surrounded me,

Without hesitation I stripped and dove deep,

 

I felt your eyes on me as I emerged,

But there was no place to escape or hide,

Laughing at your own boldness,

You shed your clothes and quickly were by my side,

 

Like two otters we swam and played together,

Until we tired of the chase,

On this beautiful tropical afternoon,

We found a secluded place,

 

Intimate strangers in a garden of Eden,

We made love until dawn broke free,

All the pleasures we freely shared,

Suddenly you stood and left me,

 

I awoke from my dream broke hearted,

Had no words left to say when you departed,

Each night in my dreams we’ll swim again,

I’ll love you more each day.

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No One Else Will Do

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I’d call you my love,

Though I haven’t had the nerve,

Because you’re everything I wanted,

Much more than I deserve,

 

In my dreams you’re by my side,

That’s where you want to be,

I know what I see in you,

But what do you see in me?

 

If I could whisper in your ear,

And tell you of joys ahead,

I’d convince you of my love,

And take you to my bed,

 

Not tall tales but truths I’d tell,

And share with you my heart,

You would know how deep my soul,

And how much you played a part,

 

But don’t wait for me to say,

How much you mean to me,

Just know I have you in my heart,

That’s where you’ll always be,

 

I want to claim you for my own,

To share the whole world wide,

I’ll listen and love you as you are,

And I’ll look at you with pride,

 

You won’t have to read my mind,

To know what I think of you,

You’ll always be my love,

Because no one else will do.

 

 

 

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Poets Are Like the Bees

Our world is full of flowers,

And poets are like the bees,

Pollinating the world with words,

Stirring the social breeze,

Orienting to the sun we fly,

We carry truths near and away,

Returning laden with nuggets of gold,

Gleaned from what people say,

Thus we enrich each teeming city,

As we chase the darkness with light,

And rid ourselves of fears and chains,

With each cleansing flight,

Our dreams are filled with hope,

As we swarm to new ideals,

Working to comfort wounded hearts,

Tirelessly sharing what we feel.

 

 

 

In the Dead of Winter Springs Hope

The cold winter winds came in gusts,

Each seemingly stronger than the one before,

Eric’s thin coat was pulled as tight as it could be,

But it was no match for the icy fingers that tore,

 

Yes, simply tore into him the moment he left,

The wind showed no mercy, just like the judge,

Who kicked Eric out of his house, his protection,

Eric could have refused to budge,

 

It was a financial winter but his funds had been invested,

Eric was prepared but it was worse than he feared,

Investors and scammers slipped away with his funds,

His assets were frozen and then disappeared,

 

The rich were getting richer, the poor begged for food,

Why should Eric fight anymore for his rights,

While lawyers working for rich men tore into him,

With their icy words they gave him sleepless nights,

 

Through the winter wonderland he now trudged,

Leaving a trail through the gathering snow,

Wondering how he had lost control of his life,

What would become of him, he did not know,

 

There was nothing Eric could do in times like these,

When his world was turned upside down,

His job was gone, his family had departed,

Foreclosures and hardships were everywhere in town,

 

The wind laughed derisively knowing Eric would not last,

Pushing him this way and that until in a heap,

He collapsed, making a thump against a door,

Rousing a widow who was trying to sleep,

 

She overcame her fright and opened the door,

Discovered a man and she was filled with dread,

She pulled him into the warmth of her home,

Overjoyed when she found he was not dead,

 

The next few days as his life hung in the balance,

The widow was determined that he would not die,

Through feverish dreams she stayed with him,

While he fought the demons he wanted to defy,

 

He was sliding down into winter’s cold sleep,

When she lay upon him her full body length,

A warmth he remembered that made life worthwhile,

The warmth of her body brought him strength,

 

In those moments his life began to change,

From silent depths, from despair to desire,

She brought him through an emotional range,

And within the ice started a raging fire,

 

She wanted him to love and live again,

And to awaken to a fresh new start,

Winter’s cold wind gave way to spring,

As flowers bloomed so did his heart,

 

The world around still needed repairs,

But Wall Street was recovering and going strong,

The widow’s house became a refuge,

For others were escaping from a world gone wrong,

 

They helped all that were driven their way,

Began a new society built on love, not wealth,

Where people found new happiness,

And recovered their mental health,

 

Even when the world and winter’s cold icy blasts,

Tried to destroy all within their respective scopes,

The power of love was so much stronger still,

Able to conquer all fears and bring new hopes,

 

The power of one made a difference,

Just one woman taking a chance,

Who opened her door to a stranger,

And opened her heart to change and romance.

 

 

 

Common Threads

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Woven
through our lives were common threads,

They were almost alike but were not the same,

Some strands
we followed that nowhere led,

As we chased
dreams of fortune and fame,

 

There were truths and lies we often said,

But life
gave each of us a different game,

Life’s fabrics
were woven and pieces shred,

When money
talked and called your name,

 

I have no regrets
for all that could have been,

I avoided
risks that would have brought me shame,

My love was not
squandered at slightest whim,

Our common threads
were not spun the same,

 

You flirted
with danger, went out on a limb,

Looked for
easy wealth that was lying around,

Tried to convince
yourself how life was grim,

When things
went awry and no money was found,

 

You wanted
to stay young, all fit and trim,

While you
waited for your ship to come in,

You hovered
at the edge of life’s rim,

Never
thinking about loss, just expecting to win,

 

Common
threads woven were not the same,

I discovered
that money couldn’t buy everything,

Your threads
spelled out a different name,

You got your
diamonds and had your fling,

 

I made choices
and my story became mine alone,

You were
convinced my decisions were rash,

But relationships
were important and I had grown,

I could not
compromise and turned down hard cold cash,

 

Threads were
woven into a pattern of my own,

You needed
more than I had to remain my friend,

All the love
we had shared and ever known,

Could not
keep us together at the end,

 

But you were woven into my life,

My heart still
dreamed and called your name,

Your absence
cut through me like a knife,

Common
threads woven were not the same,

 

I sometimes wondered how many threads,

Needed to be
woven to make you strong,

And how weak
would I be if I continued alone,

Our lives
turned out differently and oh, so wrong,

 

Life offered
you riches and you sold out,

Money was
more important than us being we,

At death you’ll
leave it all behind, I have no doubt,

As death
wraps us both, you’ll have the same threads as me.

 

 

 

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Troubled Sleep

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When dreams
carry me far,

Connecting
life’s reality to distant star,

It is then I
find answers to my fears,

Or discover
what I hold dear,

Lost
memories stroll two and three,

Reminding me
how it used to be,

Am I awake
or in a dream,

Caught
forever in a wayward scheme,

My needs, my
wants, my heart’s desires,

Struggling
between ice and raging fires,

My fantasies
are not long to keep,

As I drift
back into troubled sleep,

My muse tugs
impatiently at my mind,

“Wake
up! There are worlds to find,

Time is
fleeting as you sleep,

And you have
promises to keep,

Stories that
have risen from the deep,

Must be
captured for the world to keep,

You don’t
really need to sleep,”

Weary from
travels within my head,

Miserably I
stumble from my bed,

No reason to
argue with my muse,

That’s a
battle I always lose,

For gentle
thoughts become a crowd,

Their cries
to be heard grow very loud,

And where is
this wisp called sleep,

It was released
early, not mine to keep.

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The Isle He Loves the Most

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When evening
falls and the sea calls,

Where else
to be than the sea,

Rising on
the swells where dreams dwell,

There’s no
place to be but the sea,

Red skies at
night are his delight,

Storms have
passed him by,

A gentle
breeze upon his face,

As the deck
confines his space,

His thoughts
are on a world beyond,

Of places
where his heart is fond,

Tropical isles
wait there with room to spare,

Offering a
home away from home,

Natives who
appear are friendly and bare,

Diminishing
his need to roam,

The cadence
of drums fills the air,

Evoking
images of the dancers there,

As they
swayed with rhythm and grace,

Such a
beautiful way for his reveries to end,

As the
captain hurries back to his post,

There’s no
better place but the sea for him,

And the isle he loves the most.

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The Faith I Can Fly

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My dreams
were big, It was all foretold,

I thought
I’d make my weight in gold,

Life would
be easy if I stayed the course,

I’d claim my
fortune and then rejoice,

Though progress
was slow in my early years,

I had much
to be thankful for, no time for tears,

My family
was growing, my job was secure,

No problems
on the horizon, nothing to endure,

But my work
consumed me, my home fell apart,

I had not
protected things close to my heart,

A divorce claimed
me and I entered the fire,

I thought my
pain could not get any higher,

I was under
a major demonic attack,

I went to
hell and somehow made it back,

My world grew
beautiful as I clawed to even ground,

I became
more humble the second time around,

My demands
for wealth were low on my list,

But life was
ugly and struck with an iron fist,

I cried to
the heavens because my dreams had faded,

My life was
destroyed, my hopes were jaded,

I was
knocked down again at the end of round three,

Life was not
any fun, was there more to life for me,

Somewhere
hidden in the clouds an angel band awaits,

Waiting for
me patiently behind great pearly gates,

I’ve got
just a few years before I get to go,

I’m hoping
and praying that no one says no,

It would be
very awkward to reach heaven’s door,

And find heaven
filled with no room for one more,

Life has
been brutal and under the circumstance,

I’d ask for
a lotto ticket and one slight chance,

I still
believe in miracles and will until I die,

I just need
angel wings and the faith I can fly,

 

 

 

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My Sweet Kiss

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She laughs
at my jokes,

She’s shy, she’s
bold,

But a sight
to behold,

She twirls
her hair,

While she’s
standing there,

I smile at
her and take her hand,

I want her
to understand,

That I want
to know

As much as I can,

About her,

She fascinates
me,

Though I want
and need her now,

I’ll wait
somehow,

Until she
discovers ,

She needs me
too,

She leans
against me,

Creating
sparks,

Gently I
draw her near,

And whisper
so only she can hear,

“You’re irresistible,”

And with one
slow kiss,

Tantalizing,
teasing, wonderful kiss,

We’re both
on fire,

The flames
burning higher,

“We need to
talk,

So let’s go
for a walk,”

We stop
after awhile,

And look at
the stars,

I point at
one afar,

“That one is
like,

The sparkle
in your eyes,”

“I’m cold,”
she says,

And snuggles
against me,

Seeking warmth
but finding flame,

But for her
it is the same,

Her lips
seek mine,

And I oblige
without wasting time,

Each kiss is
sweeter and takes its toll,

I want to be
a gentleman,

But I’m
losing control,

I don’t know
just what I expect,

But I want
to show her some respect,

“Tomorrow I
want to see you again,

I want you
to be more than a friend,

Tell me
tomorrow if you want me too,

Your dreams
will tell you if it’s true,”

She is quiet
on the way,

Surprised by
what I had to say,

I walk her
to her door and give her a quick kiss,

“Every night
I want it special like this,”

I’m restless
and I don’t sleep well,

Hoping that
love will show and tell,

I think she
might call,

But my cell
is silent ,

There’s
nothing at all,

I’m
heartbroken that it’s come to this,

For I was
addicted at the very first kiss,

A noise
startles me,

It is so
loud,

I push back
the curtains,

And see a
crowd,

x’s and o’s
in ribbons are there,

With yes, yes,
yes, everywhere,

She stands
quietly off to one side,

Waiting for
me to come outside,

Without
thinking, to her I race,

Twirl her
around and then embrace,

The crowd
gathered gives out a cheer,

“Hooray for
love! Love is dear!”

She is
smiling,

Her face
aglow,

“You forgot
to get dressed,

Or didn’t
you know?”

I’ll have to
admit I am embarrassed today,

And I’ll
remember it forever,

No matter
what I say,

But more
important to me is this,

She wants
me,

And my sweet
kiss.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Two Lifetimes More

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I’ve spent a
lifetime looking for you,

Now I must
wait for your heart to flame,

In my dreams
I’ve danced with you,

Yet all the
while I never knew your name,

 

I must have memorized
the universe far and near,

Because in your
eyes the stars would appear,

While in my
dreams I pulled you close,

And whispered
words you wanted to hear,

 

But each
time at dawn’s first breaking,

You would
leap and suddenly take flight,

Leaving my
heart empty of love,

Stranding me
alone in the light,

 

But love’s
arrows were dipped in venom,

Because when
I found you in the day,

You did not
know me nor did you care,

You simply
told me to go away,

 

But if I had
to wait two lifetimes more,

I’d sleep
and dream until time goes by,

Counting the
stars, finding things to do,

Until you
discovered you’ve been searching too.

 

 

 

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