Lucky Indeed


Is it Your Lucky Day
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Lucky Indeed

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tales From One Warm Summer Night (Part 3/3)


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Rhonda said, “If I had lived in a wild west border town,

My man wouldn’t have been riding around gunning people down,

He would have been a farmer, a preacher, or someone grand,

He wouldn’t have carried a weapon to prove he was a man,”

I said, “Women were tough and sometimes wore guns and a cowboy hat,

More like Annie Oakley or Belle Starr or someone like that,”

“You’re right,” Rhonda agreed, “In every role women passed the test,

They stood beside their men and civilized the west,”

I was glad Bill got up and added another log to the fire,

The log burst into flames and sent sparks higher and higher,

Because something behind me took a few steps back,

Considering now if it would still be a good time to attack,

Rhonda was weary and ready to slip into her tent,

But I fervently urged her to wait, and finally she did relent,

She thought it was the stories, but I could imagine what we might find,

If she was alone and unprotected and the unknown thing decided to dine,

Bill was ready and anxious to tell his story for it was late,

And if Bill waited for tomorrow we might not learn the young man’s fate,

“This young man had earned several advances in rank,

His bravery saved many lives and they had him to thank,

Several towns later he again played a brave part,

He took down some snipers and earned a “Purple heart”,

Wounded and bleeding he stayed with his troop,

He felt protective and responsible for all in his group,

When the war was over he became a good priest,

For he had fought his inner demon and conquered the beast,”

Bill’s story gave me courage to face what was unseen,

While everyone watched I prepared for this terrible hidden fiend,

I could sense its location, I had been aware all night long,

Now I was ready to send it back to where it belonged,

I leaped into the air and made myself as large as I knew how,

Something ran towards me, that evil thing turned out to be a cow,

Now what I did so unexpectedly gave everyone a fright,

Then they laughed so hard, no one could sleep all night,

They insisted I stay up all night and share my scary tale,

And I told them about a gigantic monster that I knew so well,

At break of dawn along the path we started to depart,

But blocking our way was the cow and it lay ripped apart,

Huge footprints were evident all over the ground,

We hurried along and not one of us made a sound,

I knew then that my feelings inside had been right,

Something out there had waited for us last night,

I can’t ignore the mysteries that abound,

And I’ve noticed things others might never have found,

My stories have often proven to be true,

And friends wonder what would ensue,

If I shared a story about something really good,

Would they be willing to share tales again in the woods,

Or are they afraid that I see with an inner eye,

For my visions often prove to be true, I am a poet, aren’t I?

 

 

 

Tales From One Summer Night (Part 2)


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Connie was anxious to begin part two, so right on cue her story continued,

 

“The knight awoke at dawn and struggled to his feet,

He remembered most of his dream but it was not complete,

He had seen the beautiful princess, afraid and locked away,

On his journey he continued, no temptations led him astray,

He had been warned by the fairies, “the queen do not trust,

She’ll try to deceive you and have you put to death if she must,

The queen is more dangerous than she might appear,

So before you get too close, it’s wise to disappear,”

The knight approached the castle, wary and unseen,

He wanted to release the princess from the clutches of the queen,

The queen was alert and saw a shadow on the wall,

“You’re no match for me,” she chuckled, “I’ll catch you in the hall,”

Her guards were summoned in case he tried to resist,

They captured him and the queen decided to give him a kiss,

While the princess watched so her spirit would break,

But the spell by the fairies made a kiss the queen’s last mistake,

Her sister, the witch, waited anxiously at the keep,

She vowed the knight would die and the princess would weep,

The witch devised a wicked, evil plan,

One that would not be refused by an ordinary man,

She changed herself into a princess, perfect in every way,

The knight would not resist her charms as she asked him to stay,

But the fairies’ spell made the knight a different kind of bloke,

Too late she realized the danger but she still went up in smoke,

The knight was shocked how things were turning out,

He wanted to kiss the princess but he had a lot of doubt,

Two kisses and two women, nothing left of them to find,

If the same happened to the princess he was sure he’d lose his mind,

The princess rode with him and when they stopped in the wood,

The fairies explained the spells and he finally understood,

Ten thousand kisses later he’s still kissing strong,

The princess does her magic and his heart to her belongs,”

As Connie finished her story her eyes were filled with tears,

“If I could get that kind of love, I’d wait a thousand years,”

Jim was impatient, he hated stories about romance,

While Connie sobbed, he jumped at his chance,

“It was ‘red sails in the morning,

Sailors take warning,’

Yet because the sky and water looked calm and inviting,

Weather was ignored and the sailors dreamed of a life exciting,

Rum, women, maybe a ship or two, there was much to do,

But in the afternoon the wind howled and the waves grew,

They raced towards land, hoping to be safe ashore,

But the storm took control and they were safe no more,

As the waves crashed over the bow,

One sailor yelled, “What are we going to do now?”

It was time to take action by saving the ship,

The seamen had to do something to give death the slip,

They threw over their cannon, their food, and rum (their only pleasure),

Even with the storm’s increasing intensity, they waited to toss the treasure,

The ship broke up, being pounded by the relentless waves,

Survivors later found the treasure and hid it in caves,

Within everyone’s reach but hidden away,

There it remains until this very day,

Someday a storm will leave it in plain view,

Wouldn’t that be great if it happened to you?”

“Oh, I forgot about the death ship that still sails,

Perhaps another time I’ll tell that tale,”

 

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