When Love Is Shallow, But Other Times Deep (Part Two)


Amanda Bach : Fashion model icon : sexy
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 I attributed my wandering to my romantic allure,

And Kristi was there now to calm and reassure,

I settled down with Amanda, with Kristi down the road,

Twice the loving was great, but twice the financial load,

I worked harder and my sales continued to grow,

But as children arrived, my funds still became low,

Although Amanda had only graduated from high school,

I decided I’d find her a job, even if she had to retool,  

With all three children in school all day,

There was no reason for her to stay and play,

“Amanda,” I said, “A wife’s duty is to support her man,

So you’re going to help, any way you can,”

“You do a good job at cleaning our abode,

You’re strong and healthy, you can share our load,”

“You can clean the houses of our busy friends,

There are three or four that I’d recommend,”

I loved Kristi more but I wanted to be fair,

Our two children were off and in child care,

I found her some work from an internet source,

With a few ads here and there, she became a force,

She would make sales to the desperate and old,

“Forget your conscience,” I said, “you’ve got to be bold,”

“Promise them they’ll make thousands per day,”

She learned to take what they had and then slip away,

They were both bringing in money like most wives should,

In fact, I thought the three of us were really doing good,

So I began to dress better, for the sake of the company,

That’s when I met the owner’s daughter, a beauty named Shari,

She was spoiled by her father, rotten to the core,

She usually got what she wanted, and a little bit more,

Now I was trying to have fun, maybe flirt and that’s all,

But she thought we should go out and have a ball,

Shari wanted to have her way, I said, “Oh, no, you’re not,”

“We’ll do things my way, a man should call the shots,”

My life was getting complicated, but what could I do?

My love had grown large enough, to include Shari too,

Amanda and Kristi kept the fires burning at home,

And Shari was possessive enough to not let me roam,

My life was organized and nobody was out of line,

My wives were contented and my kids were just fine,

(To Be Continued)

When Love is Shallow, But Other Times Deep (Part Two)


Amanda Bach : Fashion model icon : sexy
Image by tibchris via Flickr

 I attributed my wandering to my romantic allure,

And Kristi was there now to calm and reassure,

I settled down with Amanda, with Kristi down the road,

Twice the loving was great, but twice the financial load,

I worked harder and my sales continued to grow,

But as children arrived, my funds still became low,

Although Amanda had only graduated from high school,

I decided I’d find her a job, even if she had to retool,  

With all three children in school all day,

There was no reason for her to stay and play,

“Amanda,” I said, “A wife’s duty is to support her man,

So you’re going to help, any way you can,”

“You do a good job at cleaning our abode,

You’re strong and healthy, you can share our load,”

“You can clean the houses of our busy friends,

There are three or four that I’d recommend,”

I loved Kristi more but I wanted to be fair,

Our two children were off and in child care,

I found her some work from an internet source,

With a few ads here and there, she became a force,

She would make sales to the desperate and old,

“Forget your conscience,” I said, “you’ve got to be bold,”

“Promise them they’ll make thousands per day,”

She learned to take what they had and then slip away,

They were both bringing in money like most wives should,

In fact, I thought the three of us were really doing good,

So I began to dress better, for the sake of the company,

That’s when I met the owner’s daughter, a beauty named Shari,

She was spoiled by her father, rotten to the core,

She usually got what she wanted, and a little bit more,

Now I was trying to have fun, maybe flirt and that’s all,

But she thought we should go out and have a ball,

Shari wanted to have her way, I said, “Oh, no, you’re not,”

“We’ll do things my way, a man should call the shots,”

My life was getting complicated, but what could I do?

My love had grown large enough, to include Shari too,

Amanda and Kristi kept the fires burning at home,

And Shari was possessive enough to not let me roam,

My life was organized and nobody was out of line,

My wives were contented and my kids were just fine,

(To Be Continued)

One Autograph for a Ten Year Old


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A ten year old boy lies quietly in bed,

He’d rather be outside playing instead,

His spirit is strong as he welcomes each day,

As he looks at the tubes that keep him at bay,

His smile is there even when he’s in pain,

His treatments are dreadful but he rarely complains,

He’s a brave young man unless tempted to cry,

When he sees the fear in someone’s eyes,

Too young for cancer to put him in strife,

But it’s there uninvited to control his life,

The doctors are doing the best they can do,

They’re waiting to see if the chemo comes through,

Being careful with our words to keep his spirits high,

To meet his wishes the family would like to try,

Signatures he’s requested to place on his board,

From celebrities who are willing of their own accord,

Although bedridden, his eyes would dance,

Knowing someone out there gives him a chance,

Leukemia is not an easy disease to subdue,

Signatures would lift his spirits, perhaps from you,

If you’re a star in sports, music, or screen,

It will make his day for your name to be seen,

Politicians and writers, you’re included too,

Please be sure you include what you do,

If you’re a friend or relative of a fabulous star,

Send those autographs from wherever you are,

His condition is critical, he’s confined to a bed,

The hospital has limits, and no visitors can tread,

If you can meet his request just simply reply,

Mail a short note with autograph to the little guy,

If you would like his address to be sent,

Ask me for his information in a comment.

The Perfect Woman


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The Perfect Woman ( Your People Will be My People)

Wherever you go I will go,

There are a few conditions, though,

I’ll follow you to earth’s ends,

But I won’t camp out with your friends,

Of course it matters where we are,

I’ll only stay at hotels, three or four star,

Roughing it is not my thing,

I might lose my diamond ring,

I’ll be by your side and help you, too,

As long as it’s reasonable to do,

I’ll give you a list regarding what it might entail,

Because I don’t want to sweat or break a nail,

Twice a month a manicure and pedicure I’ll get,

So I can’t help you then, please don’t forget,

Your people will be my people, my dear,

That’s why I mention this here,

When I say I do and I will,

That will mean forever until,

I check out the skeletons in your closet,

Do your kin have sins of scarlet?

Because if there is anything wrong,

We won’t be around them long,

Your people will be my people should we wed,

But I’d rather be with my kinfolks instead,

And because you’re my significant other,

You’ll have to tread lightly with my dear brother,

He’s wanted by the police,

And ignore my simple minded niece,

If she keeps reminding you of my uncle’s release,

Or my pretty Aunt Linda, just suppose,

What if she has a wart on her nose?

You might like my father, Bob,

Although he could never hold a job,

And my children, they’re all so sweet,

Their fathers you’ll just have to meet,

We’ll probably see them in court,

Because they’re all behind in child support,

I will go wherever you go,

Treat me like a queen, but remember though,

I’ll always love you, forever and a day,

As long as I’m happy, and you do things my way,

Your people will be my people, my dear,

But I’m moving next to mother, because she’s near.

I Heard Her Call His Name


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He’d partied with friends and had gone home alone,

A quiet end to his evening, no wild oats sown,

He had been sleeping when a woman entered his room,

He glanced up and saw her after he detected her perfume,

She was beautiful and seemed to float with angelic grace,

But when she turned, there was something about her face,

Instead of a smile he saw loneliness and despair,

“I’m having a nightmare,” he mused, “due to the cool air”,

He shivered and pulled the covers up real tight,

Determined he could simply dismiss his fright,

But closer she came and sat quickly on his bed,

“It is only a dream,” he thought, still filled with dread,

He slipped deeper into the covers, perhaps she would not stay,

But her weight pressed upon him, taking his breath away,

He thought he heard her whisper, “You are mine today,”

A few minutes, an hour or more, time seemed to delay,

Her weight shifted, he felt her leaving again,

Was she gone, really gone, or was the departure feigned?

Although still afraid, he had to know, whether dream or for real,

The covers he pulled down and looked, she waited for him still,

She hovered there in the dark, yet he could see her smile,

And then through the wall she stepped, humming all the while,

“Thank you, sir!” she called out, “You’re the father of my child!”

He did not move till dawn it broke, he could scarcely even breathe,

“Was there someone who would listen now, and perhaps even believe?”

I listened to his story, I asked him to tell me twice,

Each time he paled as he began, his blood cold as ice,

He was reluctant to sleep again, except in light of day,

He claimed she was waiting, wanting to have her way,

Daily he grew weaker, he had lost his taste for food,

But one day he said to me, “I’m in a party mood,”

“Bring me brown ale and we’ll celebrate,

It’s time to meet my fate,”

With a smile he said, “She waited for me so long,

Now it’s time for me to go where I belong,”

With those words said, he gasped his last breath,

And on his face his last smile, frozen there in death,

His story would have ended there but the coroner called to me,

“What do you know about his children? This photo shows three,”

Three children were there, hovering in air, that’s how it seemed to me,

He sat proudly with his arm around—nothing that I could see,

On the back he wrote a note, “This is my family,

My wife is a ghost, she returns whenever she can,

Now I must go where I belong, I’m a family man.”

This story may sound odd, but it’s true all the same,

I was there when he died, “I heard her call his name.”

New Year’s Resolutions (Part One)


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This year I want to grow up and act my age,

You’d think I had accomplished that at this stage,

It required responsibility to make the right choices,

But I listened instead to my own inner voices,

I wanted to get older but I’ve changed my mind,

All the things I wanted I’ve already left behind,

Have a family, have a job, be productive for awhile,

Been there, done that, I’ve traveled those roads in style,

Perhaps this is the year I finally will get a new start,

Lessons at Hard Knocks School didn’t make me smart,

I know, I’ll loosen up, and try not to be so tense,

Before, I tried too much, too soon; I had little common sense,

My money will grow by leaps and bounds if I put some away,

But it’ll have to wait for tomorrow, for there’s a sale today,

Be generous to a fault this year, give to those in need,

But without discipline to pay my debts, little can I heed,

Work hard and do my best, a goal for the coming year,

Instead I think it’s time to reflect, and face unknown fears,

I want to be kind and passionate, loving life without regard,

Easier said than done, my friends, life is pushing hard,

Live life with gusto, I don’t want to be tied to fear,

I’ll try to make every second count, just to survive this year.

Changing the Future


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Changing the Future by Looking at the Past

This year the earth revealed its splendor,

 I watched keenly and wrote with joy,

As each delicious moment appeared,

The pleasures were mine to enjoy,

Yet I knew everything in my path,

Was not deserved, whether good or bad,

Possessions and talents squandered,

The things I wanted or thought I had,

Slipped dancing before my eyes,

Laughs I’ve given and sorrows, too,

Started coming back, one at a time,

Returning as Capistrano’s swallows do,

Time elapsed quickly like sand in a glass,

Keeping me mindful of family and friends,

I invested in friendship and gave love away,

Stayed vulnerable, bending with the winds,

My yesterdays were counted and gone,

Once spent, no way to pull them back,

But each day was a bonus and not my last,

That’s why I am so very determined,

To change the future by looking at the past,

Each day I’ll do an unexpected good,

Because everybody is broken in some way,

I’ll reach out to those who feel misunderstood,

I’ll be encouraging, patient and gentle every day,

I’ll try to make this year even better,

For there is still so much to be done,

I’ll lead by example, helping with love,

Reaching out to the world, one by one.

The Apology (Part 2)


The Apology

Dad insisted than his children would not be troublemakers and we would make up for any problems we caused.  The very next day after the fight Dad marched me up the hill to apologize to Eddie and his parents.  I walked quietly because Dad would not accept any discussion or arguing. My apology was just a man to man thing that had to be done. 

Eddie met us halfway up the hill.  His face was still swollen, and in the deepest part of my heart, I was glad.  Eddie was a bully and treated everybody badly. As we continued walking I began to see another of Eddie that I had not known before.

He pointed to a small hole in the ground.  “That’s our storm shelter if a tornado hits,” he proudly boasted. 

I didn’t dare say this out loud.  “That’s way too small. The rain would probably fill it up before anyone got inside.”

Eddie stopped in front of a dingy, dirty shack.  There were large holes in the roof.  All of the windows, except for one, had been broken out and replaced with cardboard.  The last window had half a pane and flies flew in and out.  There were no screens on the windows nor were there screen doors.  Nevertheless, the doors were open to let any breezes in.

I soon understood why the doors were open.  As we entered the house I noticed a strange sickening odor but I didn’t say anything.  I was already in trouble because of the fight and Dad would not appreciate any impolite behavior from me.   I stepped cautiously, avoiding a large gaping hole in the middle of the floor.

Eddie introduced us to his brothers and sisters.  Except when it rained they’d probably never been in water.  Eddie casually said, “This is my mom.”  She nodded but said nothing.  She continued to rock a tiny baby who had diaper rash down to his knees.  I could imagine the terrible sores that would be hidden by the soiled rags that served as diapers. 

I didn’t want to think about the baby being in pain.  I had seen enough.  I wanted to apologize and leave as quickly as possible, but I was trapped, at least for now.

The house was not suitable for a family to live in. I studied the paper thin walls, wondering what held them up.  I saw the wood burning stove and thought how easily a fire could burn everything.  I looked around, trying to locate a sink or water faucets.  There was only a water bucket.  Through the doorway I could see their outdoor toilet, too close to the house.  I shuddered and turned away.

I was led into a bedroom and saw dirty quilts covered with tiny specks and suddenly realized those specks were lice.  But my attention was focused at the center of the unkempt bed. There, with his back to me, was another of Eddie’s brothers.  He gulped and clawed food from a cracked, food encrusted plate.  I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this!   Then he turned, and I recoiled in horror.  His eyes were covered with flies. His tongue pushed them from his mouth.  I did not need to hear the words, “He’s blind.” I already knew that.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out.  “I didn’t mean to hurt Eddie. I would never have….”   My voice trailed off.  I was going to say, “I would never have gone for Eddie’s eyes if I had known”, but Dad interrupted me just in time.  “I think it’s time for us to go,” he said quietly.  “We’ll be glad to stop by and give you a hand anytime you need it.”   Eddie’s mom smiled at us but said nothing.  There was too much pride to accept help from strangers.  And Eddie’s dad?  I found out later that his dad was lying drunk beside the road as usual, trying to drown out life. 

Dad explained later that Eddie and his mom were often beaten and punched after the dad’s drunken binges.  The family just put up with it.  There was nothing that could be done. Then, a few months later, news came that Eddie’s dad was run over by a car as he staggered across a highway. 

Dad and I stopped at Eddie’s house every Saturday and found projects we could help with.  People from town began helping or donating supplies.  Dad talked to a doctor and convinced him to check on the family.  Soon the children were wearing clean clothes and had begun receiving medical care. Around Christmas a miracle occurred.  Someone had donated a modern house with plumbing and electricity.

 I began tutoring Eddie after school and found out he learned quickly.  He was way behind at first but over the next two years he gradually worked his way up until he was at grade level.  Eddie and I had become fast friends. The fight was never brought up again.

Eddie got a steady job when he was fifteen because he was dependable.  He appeared tired sometimes, but I knew he was tutoring his brothers and sisters as well as doing chores.  Often I volunteered to help and I would help when they would let me. 

One of Eddie’s brothers was killed in an automobile accident and another became the town drunk.  The rest of the family kind of drifted away and I lost contact with them.  I heard from Eddie for awhile but then he stopped returning my phone calls. I wish I knew what Eddie was doing now but I bet he’s a company big shot and helping lots of people.  I sure hope he’s happy.

By helping Eddie I had learned much about myself and about others.  I decided that self esteem is what life is all about.  If I felt good about myself, then I would probably feel good about those around me.  And if I helped those around me feel good about themselves, then perhaps their views of the world would vastly improve.  Since then I have learned to be more accepting of others.  I may never know what hardships they’re going through or hardships they’ve gone through, but I will try to help whichever way I can.

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