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I AM BECAUSE YOU ARE!
I am fulfilled because I've met and seen my dream on two legs,
With a charming and bewitching smile. The love that touched the core of my being like it has never been touched before, making a complete man I've been yearning to be for so long; I am because You are!
Long time ago, I felt life was not what It was meant to be for me;
For nothing I dreamdt of seemed attainable and real. It was
like a sleep that one would never wake from. Tears of anguish
enveloped me; Failure seemed to be what I was destined for;
Pain seemed to be an inseparable foe that did not want to
leave me. I am because You are!
Yet somehow, a voice in the depths of my heart kept saying:
Just hold on a little longer, A morning will surely come
for weeping may last for a night but joy comes in the morning.
Then you came along, brought to me by the gracious and
merciful God who heared my heart's cry, that one moment in
time which changed my life. I knew then and now that I have
found my life in you for I AM BECAUSE YOU ARE!
With a charming and bewitching smile. The love that touched the core of my being like it has never been touched before, making a complete man I've been yearning to be for so long; I am because You are!
Long time ago, I felt life was not what It was meant to be for me;
For nothing I dreamdt of seemed attainable and real. It was
like a sleep that one would never wake from. Tears of anguish
enveloped me; Failure seemed to be what I was destined for;
Pain seemed to be an inseparable foe that did not want to
leave me. I am because You are!
Yet somehow, a voice in the depths of my heart kept saying:
Just hold on a little longer, A morning will surely come
for weeping may last for a night but joy comes in the morning.
Then you came along, brought to me by the gracious and
merciful God who heared my heart's cry, that one moment in
time which changed my life. I knew then and now that I have
found my life in you for I AM BECAUSE YOU ARE!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
Nostalgic
2:00 am trash
passing away moments that would be better spent with you
I thought about the many good times of my life
could count them all on one hand, maybe there were one or two
no need to waste my energy concernin' strife
for the many times when I was thinkin' I was cool
I was nothing more than an commonday common fool
and now I find I cannot find myself the answers
to the questions that I pose to myself
suppose I must go back to school
or come back to you
and see it all through
you held me in your eyes
it felt mighty good
I held you in my arms
I did what I could
you tried to follow me
but that was too good
I couldn't let you and I left you behind
now I've left myself alone and far behind
I thought about the many good times of my life
could count them all on one hand, maybe there were one or two
no need to waste my energy concernin' strife
for the many times when I was thinkin' I was cool
I was nothing more than an commonday common fool
and now I find I cannot find myself the answers
to the questions that I pose to myself
suppose I must go back to school
or come back to you
and see it all through
you held me in your eyes
it felt mighty good
I held you in my arms
I did what I could
you tried to follow me
but that was too good
I couldn't let you and I left you behind
now I've left myself alone and far behind
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Posted: Feb 2010
Post CommentREMEMBER
When the crocuses timidly show themselves,
and the icy grip of Winter gives away
to the gentleness of Spring,
I remember you.
When Spring leaps , dances, then
changes and matures to the strength
of serenity,
and warmth of Summer,
I remember you.
When Summer sleeps and grumbles at dreams
of times past and fears of yet to come.
Then awakes, to be in turn wild, calm
and finally tranquil, with the acceptance
of the changing of the year,
I remember you.
When Autumn leaves flash in wild colours,
in a final defiance,
before fluttering to earth,
and settle into the slumber of Winter,
I remember you.
When Spring comes again
and life’s sweet and sad cycle begins,
with renewed hopes of better days to come,
I will remember you.
and the icy grip of Winter gives away
to the gentleness of Spring,
I remember you.
When Spring leaps , dances, then
changes and matures to the strength
of serenity,
and warmth of Summer,
I remember you.
When Summer sleeps and grumbles at dreams
of times past and fears of yet to come.
Then awakes, to be in turn wild, calm
and finally tranquil, with the acceptance
of the changing of the year,
I remember you.
When Autumn leaves flash in wild colours,
in a final defiance,
before fluttering to earth,
and settle into the slumber of Winter,
I remember you.
When Spring comes again
and life’s sweet and sad cycle begins,
with renewed hopes of better days to come,
I will remember you.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
An old love and current friendfictional practice 1972
as I sit here diggin on you as you sleep
bounty of memory slowly slips into mind
when we first got together, oh those were the days
I didn't know then, you were one of a kind
recall a time we were parked in your car
ere morning before work that day
we fiercely tore to one another
and we were truely lovin away....
good way to pass the time 'fore workin'
but we were also dragon smokin'
nutritional way to start the day
bit of laced ganja..heavy tokin'
we heard a sound, opened our eyes
what is this? hello? a surprise!
in shock, we learned what caused all the fuss
a black and white was right behind us
(looking back, good thing we were in the nude)
for the cop checking out our car wasn't rude
was uncomfortable, appeared to be blushing
luckily didn't seem to want to be rushing
we had a chance to clear the air
nothin' left layin' out to cause care
our clothes were all in disarray
what we had on, that is to say
he asked "what are you two doing here?"
"we're waiting for the store
to open
as we both are employees there"
(officer, please go away, we're hopin'...)
mumbling something incoherent
turned his back and away he went
and as the copper drove away
I clearly heard my baby say
now don't let him ruin our day
we've still got ten minutes to play
was then I grinned and turned her way
and yes, it was
what I was hopin'
her arms and her lips
and her smile
were open
bounty of memory slowly slips into mind
when we first got together, oh those were the days
I didn't know then, you were one of a kind
recall a time we were parked in your car
ere morning before work that day
we fiercely tore to one another
and we were truely lovin away....
good way to pass the time 'fore workin'
but we were also dragon smokin'
nutritional way to start the day
bit of laced ganja..heavy tokin'
we heard a sound, opened our eyes
what is this? hello? a surprise!
in shock, we learned what caused all the fuss
a black and white was right behind us
(looking back, good thing we were in the nude)
for the cop checking out our car wasn't rude
was uncomfortable, appeared to be blushing
luckily didn't seem to want to be rushing
we had a chance to clear the air
nothin' left layin' out to cause care
our clothes were all in disarray
what we had on, that is to say
he asked "what are you two doing here?"
"we're waiting for the store
to open
as we both are employees there"
(officer, please go away, we're hopin'...)
mumbling something incoherent
turned his back and away he went
and as the copper drove away
I clearly heard my baby say
now don't let him ruin our day
we've still got ten minutes to play
was then I grinned and turned her way
and yes, it was
what I was hopin'
her arms and her lips
and her smile
were open
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2010
Post CommentYour Birthday
Your Birthday
I just remembered,
that I forgot,
your birthday!
Many years have passed
since we re-met,
never a birthday missed
until now.
Are you less in my thoughts?
The mists of time sometimes
thicken,
and soften the image
and for a while obscuring it
completely.
Then the soft breezes of memory
blow away the veil
and there you are,
forever unchanged in my mind
One day the mist may hide you
for ever,
on the day my eyes close
for the last time.
Perhaps we will meet again,
when we both have left this life,
and my dreams and hopes
might become a reality
I just remembered,
that I forgot,
your birthday!
Many years have passed
since we re-met,
never a birthday missed
until now.
Are you less in my thoughts?
The mists of time sometimes
thicken,
and soften the image
and for a while obscuring it
completely.
Then the soft breezes of memory
blow away the veil
and there you are,
forever unchanged in my mind
One day the mist may hide you
for ever,
on the day my eyes close
for the last time.
Perhaps we will meet again,
when we both have left this life,
and my dreams and hopes
might become a reality
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
A lost love, written a few years ago, but still in my thoughtsSearching
They say dreams are for dreamers.
And how I use to dream.
So entertaining.
So hopeful did they seem.
It was said I could walk through a cow pasture.
Come out smelling like a rose.
Now that good luck is hiding.
Where does it go?
I could use a drink of water.
Weathered from the storm.
But the well is dry.
I could just cry why.
But it don't seem like it would change a thing.
So I will just keep searching.
And see what life will bring.
And how I use to dream.
So entertaining.
So hopeful did they seem.
It was said I could walk through a cow pasture.
Come out smelling like a rose.
Now that good luck is hiding.
Where does it go?
I could use a drink of water.
Weathered from the storm.
But the well is dry.
I could just cry why.
But it don't seem like it would change a thing.
So I will just keep searching.
And see what life will bring.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2010
Post Comment
The Final Act Part 4
Twenty seconds, that same person yells.
The cigarette has been snuffed.
He Puts on his white gloves.
His plates are all laid out, ready
For the girl to hand them to him.
He wishes it was Lily, but she
Declined, all those people watching,
After so many years off stage, she
Was afraid of dropping them.
They pick up the plates, all six friends.
When Gracie sees the plates, she
Looked at George and asked him if
She could have a set with " Gracie's
Plates" painted in gold letters.
Geogre just puffed on his cigar.
Three days later Gracie, finds in her dressing room,
A box with a set of crystal plates
With "Gracie's Plates" in gold leaf!
The table is where he
Needs it. Milt is getting ready, having
Fresh makeup put on, while shouting
Obsenities at some poor script girl.
He's been told is the third one this month.
"Ten seconds" comes the cry.
He closes his eyes. Inhales deeply..
He married Lily before the
Next week ended. She was going
To be his wife, no matter how much
Her family disapproved.
She toured with him for a year,
As his pretty assistant; smiling
And handing him plates.
As With many touring wives,
She had a baby, a girl.
Lily toured with him for another
Two years, then came a son.
She stopped touring.
The poor script girl is now crying,
Berle pushes the make up artist.
He is now ready, the snarl has
Been replaced by the friendly
Face America grown to trust.
He was in early thirties when
The troubles began; first his knees,
Then his back, finally his hands started to
Cramp, so severely he couldn't hardly
Grab the plates from his assistant.
That's when he wired Burns in New York City.
Burns wired back saying he was sorry to hear it,
And he would get back to him.
"OK kiddies" Berle announces, "it's time
For Anthony the Wonder!" The camera
Cuts to the right, where he sidesteps
Quickly to the left, camera following,
To the center of the table.
He picks up a plate and
Triumphantly holds it over his
Head , so all can see " Break a leg, Not a plate.",
Across the top rim. Through
The center " Anthony the Wonder"
And on the bottom, Love Lily,
Gracie and George, Mary and Jack.
The cigarette has been snuffed.
He Puts on his white gloves.
His plates are all laid out, ready
For the girl to hand them to him.
He wishes it was Lily, but she
Declined, all those people watching,
After so many years off stage, she
Was afraid of dropping them.
They pick up the plates, all six friends.
When Gracie sees the plates, she
Looked at George and asked him if
She could have a set with " Gracie's
Plates" painted in gold letters.
Geogre just puffed on his cigar.
Three days later Gracie, finds in her dressing room,
A box with a set of crystal plates
With "Gracie's Plates" in gold leaf!
The table is where he
Needs it. Milt is getting ready, having
Fresh makeup put on, while shouting
Obsenities at some poor script girl.
He's been told is the third one this month.
"Ten seconds" comes the cry.
He closes his eyes. Inhales deeply..
He married Lily before the
Next week ended. She was going
To be his wife, no matter how much
Her family disapproved.
She toured with him for a year,
As his pretty assistant; smiling
And handing him plates.
As With many touring wives,
She had a baby, a girl.
Lily toured with him for another
Two years, then came a son.
She stopped touring.
The poor script girl is now crying,
Berle pushes the make up artist.
He is now ready, the snarl has
Been replaced by the friendly
Face America grown to trust.
He was in early thirties when
The troubles began; first his knees,
Then his back, finally his hands started to
Cramp, so severely he couldn't hardly
Grab the plates from his assistant.
That's when he wired Burns in New York City.
Burns wired back saying he was sorry to hear it,
And he would get back to him.
"OK kiddies" Berle announces, "it's time
For Anthony the Wonder!" The camera
Cuts to the right, where he sidesteps
Quickly to the left, camera following,
To the center of the table.
He picks up a plate and
Triumphantly holds it over his
Head , so all can see " Break a leg, Not a plate.",
Across the top rim. Through
The center " Anthony the Wonder"
And on the bottom, Love Lily,
Gracie and George, Mary and Jack.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
It's getting there.....
The Orpheus days
we gathered us up,
it was the 80's
some sorted some not
Booked the Whaitpu lodge
an Easter weekend came upon
from the music world we
took a rest
oh the sorting!
we drove
unsorted, again..
pure love
amongst us all
around winding roads we traveled
the raw roads awaiting our coming
Ready to leap to us rambling along
all was cool
our journey done
arriving, piling out of the Valiant
we had arrived
so cool back then
12 midnight no power
remember no power
that's okay
sorted the hello's out
inviting all
guitars and of course
the battery powered turntable
found upon someones loft!
sweet little speakers rising to the occasion
Mick Jagger, Alice Durban, Beatles, the Temptations, Roy orbison many more all on 45s
that was cool before our time
but we had just come upon the turntable and a box of 45s
great time to sing
lamp lights and candles glowing
pass me that all is rising
wandering out to the beach
wickedly wild
woohoo
we raced to the light house and
spookly we climbed,
on the tip of the lighthouse
we swung our legs over
an watched all the sea held
where no one would dare
the rushing sea the darkness of just being
such fun and daring
cant remember climbing down,
but hey im still here
back to the lodge to drink more good wine
and while away our cares
Crackling sounds of the portable playing
its dark
who wants to play tennis
on this hob nailed court
that we loved so much
to bed we all went
what ever the time
See you in the morning
for another round
we both careered into the wildness
in this little caravan
then proceeded to make it,
there
then suddenly it lost it footing
and fell over
Oh blimey!
hard out on love!
Such is little pockets of time
of summer love
in the time way back.
;;;;;;;;;;
it was the 80's
some sorted some not
Booked the Whaitpu lodge
an Easter weekend came upon
from the music world we
took a rest
oh the sorting!
we drove
unsorted, again..
pure love
amongst us all
around winding roads we traveled
the raw roads awaiting our coming
Ready to leap to us rambling along
all was cool
our journey done
arriving, piling out of the Valiant
we had arrived
so cool back then
12 midnight no power
remember no power
that's okay
sorted the hello's out
inviting all
guitars and of course
the battery powered turntable
found upon someones loft!
sweet little speakers rising to the occasion
Mick Jagger, Alice Durban, Beatles, the Temptations, Roy orbison many more all on 45s
that was cool before our time
but we had just come upon the turntable and a box of 45s
great time to sing
lamp lights and candles glowing
pass me that all is rising
wandering out to the beach
wickedly wild
woohoo
we raced to the light house and
spookly we climbed,
on the tip of the lighthouse
we swung our legs over
an watched all the sea held
where no one would dare
the rushing sea the darkness of just being
such fun and daring
cant remember climbing down,
but hey im still here
back to the lodge to drink more good wine
and while away our cares
Crackling sounds of the portable playing
its dark
who wants to play tennis
on this hob nailed court
that we loved so much
to bed we all went
what ever the time
See you in the morning
for another round
we both careered into the wildness
in this little caravan
then proceeded to make it,
there
then suddenly it lost it footing
and fell over
Oh blimey!
hard out on love!
Such is little pockets of time
of summer love
in the time way back.
;;;;;;;;;;
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
just remembering back ...many years ....route 66
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Storm clouds menace
as you travel
life on route 66
its a life highway
going my way
seems you are
life is a journey
people and places
wandering stars
up in the sky
just keep on driving
through storms
their arriving
pushing through the rain
sunshine will follow
as you go forward
route 66 i wish
i had travelled you.
Storm clouds menace
as you travel
life on route 66
its a life highway
going my way
seems you are
life is a journey
people and places
wandering stars
up in the sky
just keep on driving
through storms
their arriving
pushing through the rain
sunshine will follow
as you go forward
route 66 i wish
i had travelled you.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
click image to get the full photo of route 66No Time
Hurrying about. Without a thought.
No time to worry about silly things.
Ink pen stuck in hair, no barrette.
Who really does care.
No time to rest must finish work.
If it is possible I think my brain hurts.
If I slow down hunger would catch up.
No time for lunch.
Bag of chips a quick munch.
Soon must look completely at ease.
As if it all just seemed to appear.
For they will call silence please.
And the meeting will begin.
Me watching the clock.
Waiting for it to end.
No time to worry about silly things.
Ink pen stuck in hair, no barrette.
Who really does care.
No time to rest must finish work.
If it is possible I think my brain hurts.
If I slow down hunger would catch up.
No time for lunch.
Bag of chips a quick munch.
Soon must look completely at ease.
As if it all just seemed to appear.
For they will call silence please.
And the meeting will begin.
Me watching the clock.
Waiting for it to end.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2010
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