Let’s talk about how we feel
Because life is very real.
One day things will change,
And I’ll visit no more.
Remember the early years
When you came home and
Wanted to talk about your day?
I just wanted to sit and be quiet.
We compromised and I listened.
You cooked and I washed dishes.
I worked on the house and built a barn.
You took care of our household needs.
We were early to bed and early to rise.
Remember the years we shared,
The children we raised,
As time flashed by
And the home that was blessed?
Remember how we cherished each day
As we fought our diseases alone and together,
Sharing our pain and our love?
Do you remember all that, love?
I really miss you.
I’ve learned to talk while you listen.
Time passes slowly
And I wait patiently
For the moment
When we’re together again.
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The spring that she graduated,
I met her for the very first time.
She was beautiful and so beguiling,
I was silly and talked in rhyme.
I told her very clearly how much
She would always mean to me.
I was convincing as I professed my love
And described our future as she wanted it to be.
I owe her big time, I’ve decided,
Because she brought me out of my shell.
She’d be surprised to know what I’m thinking
Even though she knows me well.
My friends all think I’m crazy.
She’s the only one who thinks I’m sane.
But I can prove I’m as lucid as you,
Though technically I’ve been ruled insane.
Why would one think differently?
I go to work each and every day.
That’s where my best plans are made.
That’s why I continue to stay.
My boss keeps me from advancing.
He says he protects me like his own son.
But I know he’s not telling the truth,
Because there haven’t been any battles he’s won.
My wife and I don’t discuss things any more.
I refuse to listen as she states her point of view.
She’s overweight and filled with hate,
She has none of the sweetness that’s in you.
It is evident my love didn’t last forever.
I told her this morning that she and I were through.
She’ll look great in her pretty black dress,
Lying silently by me and you.
My heart built walls because I could not trust.
With no one to care for my heart could rust.
I challenged my heart to venture out again.
Because of deep wounds, it was reluctant to begin.
I was helpless at first, but my love ran deep.
Soon I was searching for a lover’s heart to keep.
But walls separated us and soon I hastened on my way,
Looking for a new relationship to fill my day.
I searched desperately, yet I could not settle down.
A perfect woman was elusive and never could be found.
I became a victim of my own love/hate wars.
Bouncing from love to hate, I blamed failure on the stars.
But surviving was not living, I needed one true love.
I looked for guidance from Venus and Cupid above.
Dreams were all I had, though troubled from the start.
But I did not give up my search, orders came from my heart.
One last try, I decided, before my search was through.
That was when I got lucky, because love brought me to you.
Later I was chosen to lead the annual Valentine parade downtown.
I protested I was unworthy, for love had been hard to pin down.
Friends mentioned I had struggled while remaining gracious and kind.
Losing in love several times, I had scattered love and beauty behind.
I saw relationships blooming profusely all along my crooked way.
Then I realized love conquered all, and found the better way.
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What is This Thing Called Love
What is this thing called love
That rips and tears at my heart?
Knowing how much love hurts me,
Why did I allow love to start?
Yet what is loneliness but a need for love
A void that cries to be filled?
An absence of love that teases in dreams
A restlessness that longs to be stilled?
Why do I have tears late at night
Endlessly flowing down my cheeks?
Is it because I’m desperate for love
And for the companionship my heart seeks?
When will romance come my way
Giving me a brand new start?
I don’t want to see a barren world
With no connections to my heart.
How do I find the one for me
Who waits for a heart like mine?
Where will I discover what is true
And find that new love divine?
I’ll wait and hope for ages yet,
I know she is somewhere near.
Soon she’ll be within my arms
Where I keep things I hold dear.
What is this thing called love?
No answer will suffice.
For it seems to be a combination
Of flames, sacrifice, and ice.
- Crazy Little Thing Called Love (thedivineedge.wordpress.com)
- 所谓的爱/That So Called Thing Named Love (astephz.wordpress.com)
My life can be measured,
In increments on a line.
Like the man in black I walk that line.
Sometimes it’s three steps forward.
Other times it’s five steps back.
I can’t even stop if I get off track.
Ominous clouds continually threaten.
But my inner peace keeps me focused.
Daily I stay in the present marching on,
I say, “This is where the battles are won.”
Usually I count the moments until
Everything that was confusing becomes clear.
Behind me are my footprints,
Showing me where I blindly
stepped on things I held dear,
But I tromp on in erratic fashion,
Marching to verse that I created
but never got a chance to rehearse.
As I continue my journey,
The world becomes my playground.
I cry, “I want a special friend
Who’ll stay with me until the very end.”
But like children in a park,
Finding the swings are much the same,
They get tired and angry
and move on to other games.
I want to shout, “I don’t want to keep score.
One playground or another
Will have the one I’m searching for.”
I won’t worry about getting hurt or feeling pain
Because there’s the whole world to gain.
Opportunities abound on this timeline.
I can hate and hurt or love and be kind.
I can encourage others and help them along.
I can do what is right and avoid the wrong.
“What’s this?” you say.
“How can I have fun that way?”
I’ve been there so I nod and look wise.
Misguided fun is only trouble in disguise.
When I look back at my tracks
Do they point the way for others to follow?
Or did I find a mud hole in which to wallow?
If I stayed, all would have been lost.
But I struggled free to avoid the biggest cost.
When my timeline comes to an end,
I want people to say, “Here was a good man,
And always he was a friend”.
I thought I was a hammer made of steel,
But she softened my heart and made me feel,
I was a restless knight riding a spirited steed,
But she quenched my fires and fulfilled my needs.
Gentle as the mist drifting in from the sea,
Uncontrollable as a flooding river, she’s wild and free,
Cleansing as the rain, freefalling from the sky,
She’s constantly changing; I’m a lucky guy.
Warm as the sunshine splashing across the land,
Teasing with kisses, the kind I understand,
Calm even in a storm, helping those in need,
She’s right there beside me; I’m lucky indeed.
Straight as a road that guides me on my way,
She is the love I’ve been seeking until today,
Bringing a fire that rages deep inside,
I am a lucky man and very satisfied.
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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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If Your Heart Was a Door
If your mind was a book, I’d read it,
Turning page after page, absorbing every word,
Hoping the most exciting chapters included me,
If your eyes were deep pools, I’d dive in them,
Splashing around like an otter, enjoying every moment,
Swimming in circles of love to be noticed by you,
If your lips were berries, I’d taste them,
Remembering the warmth of our summer passion,
Savoring the richness of your tender kisses,
If your breasts were two trees, I’d fly to them,
Settling in the branches, finding comfort and peace,
Forgetting for awhile all the troubles of the world,
If your heart was a door, I’d open it with sincere words,
Sharing my world, my life, my heart, and my love,
Wanting my time with you to last forever.
When my daughter was only three,
She was as independent as can be,
On the playground she could hear me calling,
“Wait for me! I don’t want you falling.”
But she would race toward the slide,
Even at that tender age she had pride,
“Me do it!” she would stubbornly insist,
She refused my help and would resist,
Hardheaded and independent, (just like her father).
So why should I try to help? Why even bother?
As the years passed by, I didn’t get any wiser,
I didn’t save love and I didn’t become a miser,
I didn’t seek truth from wise men near and far,
I relied on myself to follow a distant star,
“Me do it!” I shouted to the heavens above,
“Why do I need help to learn the ways of love?”
Fair maidens passed often in the depths of night,
But their hearts were broken, sad was their plight,
I was too independent so I remained alone,
Hard-headed but sad, my heart turned to stone,
Who could open her heart and give me a chance?
Who could love enough to spark new romance?
I learned to accept help from any source I can,
I became less difficult; I became a calmer man,
With years of experience I became smarter too,
I decided not to rely on me; I wanted to depend on you,
Working and playing together as a team,
We could turn my world into a better dream,
Man was not meant to be alone,
“Help me please; melt my heart of stone!”
Join Me for Coffee
“Good morning! Have a cup of coffee with me,
Relax and enjoy, what a great day it will be,
We’ll discuss the news and what went wrong,
Our place in the universe and where we belong,
We’ll talk about the drought and why we don’t have rain,
Aunt Lulu’s flowers and Sandi’s recent weight gain,
We’ll talk about most everything except you and me,
We’re afraid to confront our feelings and what we really see,
I know you belong to another who calls me his friend,
But without you in my arms the nights never end,
Let’s talk about the weather and time spent together,
If people have noticed, will storm clouds gather?
Our love is a relationship between you and me,
We need to decide how we want it to be,
Our families, our friends, not many will approve,
Should we stand and face them, or should we move?
Join me for coffee, or do you prefer tea?
I want to know how this will be,
Open for all to see, love in the sun,
Or living in darkness and love on the run?
Join me for coffee, please don’t hesitate,
I’m ready for love, and my love won’t wait.”
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