Me, My Wife, and the Other Guy
We sat at a table, the three of us,
Me, my wife, and the other guy,
Conversation flowed for awhile,
But neither could look me in the eye.
The place I sat was bypassed,
As words zipped and darted,
Like little birds flying to nests.
From time to time they would
Stop to consider and take a rest.
Both were annoyed that I remained,
And could find nothing else to do.
Joining in was out of the question,
Therefore I could do nothing but stew.
Her eyes bubbled over with images of him,
While his eyes were hooded and cold.
He wanted to do more than talk,
He waited to be reckless and bold.
Calmly I lifted my empty glass
And pretended to take a sip of my juice.
One false word, one slight misstep,
And surely all hell would break loose.
I studied the two in their interlocking worlds,
And decided I didn’t want to be there.
Fifteen years of married bliss,
And now she no longer cared.
Out the door and into the night,
Although I had no real place to go,
My heart was aching, my marriage breaking,
Life had dealt me a terrible blow.
With each heavy step from my house,
I reassured my shredded heart.
The future was cloudy and unknown,
But it was time for a brand new start.
I contained my anger and let it go
Without even raising my voice,
They had each other and I walked away.
For me it was the wisest choice.
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Our Valentine Tree
We fell in love on Valentine’s Day.
The minute you laughed I knew.
I was destined to be yours, my love,
And I would be blessed with you.
We planted our special tree that year.
We cleared away the snow.
You insisted our love would always be strong
And you wanted the whole world to know.
You’re in my thoughts again, my love,
I imagine you under our tree.
Remember all the pledges we made,
And the passion between you and me?
The years passed by rather fast,
Then our kids were grown and gone.
We were there in our empty house,
Still together but each all alone.
My heart grew hard and I forgot our tree,
I insisted it blocked my view.
I was determined to chop it down,
Without even telling you.
It was early morning on Valentine’s Eve,
When I approached our special tree.
I was shocked and pleased with what I saw,
Then ashamed of the heart in me.
Instead of the tree being stark and bare,
Pink and red covered the tree.
Valentines and notes from all our years,
Proclaimed your love for me.
My love had been erratic.
There was little that I could boast.
But you were there as you always were,
Just when I needed you most.
My dreams and heart were renewed, my love,
By the valentines that covered our tree.
There was only one thing I could say,
“I’m glad you married me!”
I miss all you gave, my love,
And the tenderness you showed to me.
I want our love to be clear each year,
As I hang valentines on our tree.
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Three Snake Skins
I counted my presents under the tree
I had been generous but only to me
It was Christmas Eve and the night was deep
My eyelids grew heavy and I fell asleep.
In a dream I couldn’t believe my eyes
The world was in for a surprise
Christmas would be different this year
The sleigh wouldn’t be pulled by deer.
I needed to be good for goodness sakes
Diamondbacks, boas, asps, and kings,
Flying through the air without any wings.
Down the rooftop they’d slide until they flopped
Slithering and wiggling, down the chimney they dropped!
One snake per child who had ever been bad,
Two snakes for mom and three for dear dad.
The snakes gathered to map out a plan
Something bizarre, something evil and grand.
People with possessions who didn’t share
Were bitten by serpents that didn’t care.
There was a list and it was checked twice
To determine who had been naughty or nice.
There weren’t many households left alone
For greed had turned many hearts to stone.
I awoke from my dream all drenched and wet
I had many memories I wished to forget
The beggar on the corner I couldn’t look in the eye
The family in my neighborhood I simply passed by.
There were incidents my conscience couldn’t ignore
This dream had touched me clear to the core
I vowed to give clothes and food to those in need
And to be more generous in word and deed.
Under my Christmas tree there were no presents to myself
But I cleared a space for gifts to others on a shelf
This year I was greedy but I’ll be prepared next year
Santa will be generous and my conscience will be clear.
I heard bells jingle as the sleigh took flight
And I knew that this would be a normal night
Eight tiny reindeer were pulling the sleigh
And Rudolph was in front leading the way.
I know this was just one of many dreams
You might think I made it worse than it seems
But I’ve changed my heart and I’m starting again
For under my bed I found three snake skins.
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We’re Lucky to Have Christmas
Time stood still and my heart stopped,
When she announced she was leaving that night.
It didn’t sink in that she meant what she said,
Until she got on the very next flight.
I think of the time I wasted,
Letting it slowly slip through my hands.
I could have been loving her,
Rather than complaining and giving commands.
She promised she would love me forever.
I think she intended it to be true.
I said I could survive on my own
But deep within my heart I knew.
I could have used time in segments,
Dinner for two, flowers, a loving glance,
Instead I spent time on my own interests,
And time didn’t give a second chance.
It was the season to laugh and be jolly
And the time to play in the snow.
But it was a sad time for me that year.
She wouldn’t be under the mistletoe.
We wouldn’t be watching a parade together,
From the very first float to the last.
I made many mistakes along the way.
And now our parade had gone past.
She talked about having quality time,
And times we could just hang out.
I insisted she was my very best friend.
But I gave her many reasons to doubt.
The Christmas lights in that bar were blurry,
The drinks were making me cry.
I hadn’t told her how much I loved her,
Yet I knew I was a lucky guy.
I was ready to go home and decide what to do.
I needed some time to think.
I heard a voice calling my name,
Then, “Cowboy, can I buy you a drink?”
I’ve never seen a face more beautiful.
She had returned and was smiling at me.
Now I’m a reformed and loving man.
I’m sure that’s the way it should be.
That’s my Christmas story,
I hope you take a moment to pause.
If she hadn’t returned there wouldn’t be Christmas.
If you don’t believe what I told you,
Just ask my wife, Mrs. Claus.
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Learning to Take Charge
“No, it’s late and time for bed.”
“Can I watch t.v. for a little while?”
“O.k.,” said mom, “because you asked with a smile.”
The girl sat on the floor waiting for the news to end.
Dad sat down and waited for his program to begin.
“Why are you still up?” he asked the apple of his eye.
“Mom said I could watch a show or two,
But now that you’re here, I guess it’s up to you.”
“Could I have ice cream?” the little girl said.
“Sure, since you’re up. Then it’s straight to bed.”
Mom returns after a long hot shower.
“Why is she up,” mom snaps, “at this late hour?”
There is little worse than righteous condemnation,
Especially since both contributed to the situation.
They go to battle because their rules aren’t applied.
The little girl learns to manipulate as time goes by.
Their friends choose sides and blame the father or the mother,
While the little girl plays one against the other.
She’ll be in charge when she becomes a teen,
But someday she’ll discover she’s not a real queen.
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Baby Bee’s Christmas
The hive was snug from the lid to the base.
The entrance was wide open for Santa, (just in case).
All the cracks had been sealed to shut out the cold.
Baby Bee was sleeping and good as gold.
The queen had inspected each and every frame,
Then she lined up her children and addressed them by name.
The youngest ones she checked closely and their noses she wiped.
“Is everything ready for Christmas?” she piped.
“If the decorations are finished, leave on a small light.
Santa Bee will be arriving sometime tonight.”
She ordered a plate of honey and pollen so Santa could be fed.
Then she hugged all her babies and tucked them in bed.
All were sleeping soundly when they heard such a clatter.
Santa Bee had arrived in the midst of a swarm.
His cheeks were all red and he looked very warm.
Dispensing gifts from his sleigh as he raced through the hive,
He was interrupted by a question, “Mr. Santa, can I drive?”
The other bees were shocked that Baby Bee would ask.
Santa Bee chuckled and let her help with his task.
All around the world this magical swarm flew.
Bringing sweet gifts to everyone they knew.
As they left each hive and while they were still in sight,
Baby Bee would shout, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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A Bee’s Night Before Christmas
It was the night before Christmas
And all through the hive
Bees were clustered together
Keeping warm and alive.
Three pairs of stockings
Were glued up for each bee
In the hopes that Santa
Would put gifts under a tree.
Each young bee was snuggled
Way deep in her cell
Dreaming of a honey flow
That the older bees knew well.
The queen was in her chamber
Guard bees sleeping close by
All of them as excited about Christmas
As a swarm on the fly.
The night was clear
The new moon was bright
Everyone knew for certain
Santa would be there that night.
When up on the roof
There rose such a clatter
The queen went with the guards
To see what was the matter.
On the roof they could see
A sleigh full of toys
Most of them for workers
Only one or two for the boys.
Eight bumblebees had been pulling
They made it look hard
Would Santa have the time
To reach each bee yard?
The driver’s face was red
From the cold (I suppose)
And icicles hung down
From the tip of her nose.
Her eyes were coal black
Her mouth made for smiles
She looked a little weary
She had traveled for miles.
Her coat was real thick
Made to keep her warm
Her wings were slightly tattered
From a late summer swarm.
She was quick as she placed gifts
Near where each bee lay
Then she pulled a beautiful tree
From off of her sleigh.
With a wink she said,
“These bumblebees are tired.
I’m looking for workers
Who want to be hired.”
Six volunteers jumped up
(they refused any money)
So she promised they’d receive
Extra stores of honey.
They darted out of the hive
And while they were in sight
Santa Bee buzzed, “A golden Christmas to all,
And to all a good night!”
Over almond orchards and clover
They flew on their way
They finished their task
Before Christmas Day.
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He slowly approached the bee hives,
Observing the endless streams of flight.
But he wondered, What is she doing tonight?
He put on his hat and accompanying veil,
To provide protection from stings to his face.
He lit up his smoker and then eased it down.
Would I be welcome if I stopped by her place?
Prying open a lid he sent in a few puffs of smoke.
The bees calmed down and moved away,
While he checked each frame for the queen.
What could I bring to brighten her day?
The queen was perfect, undamaged and full.
In the summer this hive would be strong.
There would be supers of golden honey.
He’d get sweet rewards if nothing went wrong.
As he carefully reassembled the frames,
One worker flew out and stung his wrist,
Was that a portent of things to come?
Would he be crossed from her list?
As he worked through the remaining hives,
He was distracted by a disturbing thought.
If he was determined, would love find a way?
Because she was well worth any battles fought.
In his beat-up car he sped wearily to her house,
Hoping he could see her without being seen.
On her porch he would leave a bottle of honey,
With a note saying, TO MY QUEEN.
Plans concerning love can sometimes go awry.
Honeyed words often remain frozen on lovers’ lips,
And love not claimed can be lost for all time,
Sailing swiftly away like a phantom ship.
In front of her house he parked his car,
And placed the honey up on her porch.
Before he could leave she raced outside.
He wasn’t the only one carrying a torch.
She was perfect, just right for his queen.
Ripe and willing, she was waiting for her king.
Their future was golden and offered sweet rewards.
Though they had little, they had everything.
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On Halloween night I would advise you to be wary of strangers. In the movies a stranger always turns out to be crazy. But what about your best friend? Can you trust him?
The Good Deed
The branches of the trees reach out like long grasping fingers trying to pluck out my heart. The trees play games on Halloween but I ignore their sick antics. I love lying here under the trees, planning good deeds, and watching rescue teams try desperately to save someone.
There is more than tree branches to fear. There’s the river. Its cold dark waters keep calling me and inviting me to swim. But I suppose the river lures many people down its banks to take a quick dip. I’m too smart to fall for the river’s tricks. The current could drag someone down very quickly while he was struggling and gasping for breath. I can imagine it so clearly.
My friend always walks along here at night….about this time, too! How can he stand it? It’s so quiet. It’s even spookier when the clouds hide the moon’s face.
He always said that he wanted to die while he was happy. He wanted to go quickly, too, not a slow agonizing death. He told me today (when he said he was going to get married) that he was happier now than he’s ever been before. That’s why I picked tonight.
He did me a favor once. He shoved me out of the way of a speeding car. I never saw it coming, but he did! I was so proud he was my friend. Not many people would risk their lives for someone else. He was in the hospital for eight months. That’s the reason I’m doing him this favor.
I can hear his voice and he’s not alone. He’s with his fiancé and they’re talking about how they want to be together for the rest of their lives. She said it would be romantic if they died together.
I guess I can do that. I’ll change my plans to include her. They’re lost in love. They don’t even see me.
I’ll have the element of surprise. One quick shove and they’ll be in.
She went under fast. O, there she is again. He’s trying to save her. He’s calling for help. I can’t let him ruin things. I’ll help him go under. He’s a real friend. It’s worth it. The water’s cold!
He fought harder than I thought he would. I almost drowned. Next year my good deed will have to be better planned. I don’t want something to go wrong.
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But She Forgot
When her boyfriend broke up with her,
Cried on my shoulder,
Walked with me by the lake,
Talked for hours about all the things they did,
Wanted me to be there just to hear her breathe,
But she forgot I was there.
When she met the man of her dreams,
Told me how special he was,
Wanted me to meet him,
Insisted I go shopping with her to buy him gifts,
Asked me to help her write love poems (for him),
But she forgot I had feelings too.
When he became too busy to be with her,
Wouldn’t talk to anyone for days,
Partied every weekend with her girl friends,
Claimed I would be her best friend forever,
Moved in with a roommate,
But she forgot I cared.
When she became pregnant,
Needed me to take care of her,
Said I would be her son’s godfather,
Told me all the things we would do together,
Said she wanted to be independent,
But she forgot I had always been there for her.
When her boyfriend beat her up,
Lost her baby,
Insisted she still loved him,
Asked me to mind my own business,
Said I should stay away,
But she forgot my heart was broken.
When she was buried,
Looked very pretty,
Said she was sorry,
Wished that she loved me,
Left a note asking me to take care of her son,
But she forgot she didn’t even have to ask.
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