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Red Robin
Sharing an appetizer and a desert with a friend
Cheesy Mozzarella Twists and Cinnamon Sugar Doh Rings
And a wish the Packers would have a good end
Where is the sugar on the donuts, should have gotten Saucy Bone-In Wings
Playing trivia and pool on the electronic device on the table
Having a Coke because there was no Mello Yello
I would have gone to a movie instead if I was able
Stuffed in like sardines next to a lonely older fellow
Got a replacement for the sugarless donuts
No extra charge for the new ones from our waiter guy
They still had about half the sugar I wanted, which was nuts
Next time I'll order the Mountain High Mud Pie!
Cheesy Mozzarella Twists and Cinnamon Sugar Doh Rings
And a wish the Packers would have a good end
Where is the sugar on the donuts, should have gotten Saucy Bone-In Wings
Playing trivia and pool on the electronic device on the table
Having a Coke because there was no Mello Yello
I would have gone to a movie instead if I was able
Stuffed in like sardines next to a lonely older fellow
Got a replacement for the sugarless donuts
No extra charge for the new ones from our waiter guy
They still had about half the sugar I wanted, which was nuts
Next time I'll order the Mountain High Mud Pie!
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Posted: Jan 21
About this poem:
Red Robin is a good resturant, just got unlucky with the donuts, and the Packers later that night.
A Schoolboy's Dream (circa 1984)
A mind's reflection casts a thought out wide
Something wherein the ego breaks its banks
Like a river in a flood or swelling tide
(As for that we do for love and not for thanks)
Forgetting P (my mentor), I went outside
On transports of delight - which now outranks
Any former feeling, that once I knew;-
Though I had a lot of growing up to do.
And so it was, I walked home in the sun
Feeling the kiss, Apollo's gentle rays
Wherein my mind all fancies newly ran
And my imagination did cascade.
The light of afternoon becoming wan
Ripples of thought now waves the mind has made
Exaggerating some, depressing others;-
Waves dash to the shore and wetness smothers.
Relishing at first this new sensation
Which opened up interesting new worlds
Subtle thought now held up for introspection
As fancy upon fancy now unfolds
I took the course for home (or rough direction)
The sun had now dipped low, and gilded golds
Sparkled in the soft whispering of trees
Phoebus' rays now dying with the breeze.
At Wentworth Falls* I now approached the station
For I had to go to Lawson* on the train
Though time had lengthened somehow in duration
The dying afternoon and it's refrain
Now sitting on a seat, my observation
Became acute - (though harder to explain)
And almost when I thought that time would stop
The train I waited for, at last, showed up.
I saw the sun's last rays were dying now
And mirrored in that thinnest sheet of gold
The windows of the train reflects its glow
A transport for the passage of my soul
Something that time much later would avow
When I could bring back reason to its fold;-
The train now creaked, and made a lurching sound;-
With carriages in twilight girdled round.
I found a seat on that conveyance and
Thus seated, tried then, to my thoughts, to follow;-
Like the hourglass with its tiny grains of sand
That trickle down through time to find their hollow
In that inverted vessel, wherein they land
And with their neighbors countless now do wallow
Marking mounds of time on shifting hills;-
Heaped and sliding down those little rills.
My train of thought was a train off the rails
(Something I thought I could at first contain)
To smoke this dr*g, and all that that entails
No longer I a virgin could remain;-
Like a plane in flight - its white contrails
Unfold now in the vortex of my brain;-
I felt like an explorer - such as Mawson
When off that train I did alight at Lawson.
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Something wherein the ego breaks its banks
Like a river in a flood or swelling tide
(As for that we do for love and not for thanks)
Forgetting P (my mentor), I went outside
On transports of delight - which now outranks
Any former feeling, that once I knew;-
Though I had a lot of growing up to do.
And so it was, I walked home in the sun
Feeling the kiss, Apollo's gentle rays
Wherein my mind all fancies newly ran
And my imagination did cascade.
The light of afternoon becoming wan
Ripples of thought now waves the mind has made
Exaggerating some, depressing others;-
Waves dash to the shore and wetness smothers.
Relishing at first this new sensation
Which opened up interesting new worlds
Subtle thought now held up for introspection
As fancy upon fancy now unfolds
I took the course for home (or rough direction)
The sun had now dipped low, and gilded golds
Sparkled in the soft whispering of trees
Phoebus' rays now dying with the breeze.
At Wentworth Falls* I now approached the station
For I had to go to Lawson* on the train
Though time had lengthened somehow in duration
The dying afternoon and it's refrain
Now sitting on a seat, my observation
Became acute - (though harder to explain)
And almost when I thought that time would stop
The train I waited for, at last, showed up.
I saw the sun's last rays were dying now
And mirrored in that thinnest sheet of gold
The windows of the train reflects its glow
A transport for the passage of my soul
Something that time much later would avow
When I could bring back reason to its fold;-
The train now creaked, and made a lurching sound;-
With carriages in twilight girdled round.
I found a seat on that conveyance and
Thus seated, tried then, to my thoughts, to follow;-
Like the hourglass with its tiny grains of sand
That trickle down through time to find their hollow
In that inverted vessel, wherein they land
And with their neighbors countless now do wallow
Marking mounds of time on shifting hills;-
Heaped and sliding down those little rills.
My train of thought was a train off the rails
(Something I thought I could at first contain)
To smoke this dr*g, and all that that entails
No longer I a virgin could remain;-
Like a plane in flight - its white contrails
Unfold now in the vortex of my brain;-
I felt like an explorer - such as Mawson
When off that train I did alight at Lawson.
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Posted: Apr 2020
About this poem:
* Upper Blue Mountains townships (they were back then); really just outer suburbs, of Sydney, now.As a matter of fact
Yes, I am something of a scoundrel
Though I have been forced
To be one
Through nature
And circumstance.
Through early grinding poverty
And a childhood
That would rip out your heart.
I am Virgo -
My ruler Mercury
Number 14 my birth date
(That's 5 in Numerology)
I am a gambler
Because of my nature
And of necessity
I am a gambler
For money.
I am a gambler
For love.
Money comes and goes
In a flash
And goes
And comes again
Women
They've been many.
(They seem to come and go also).
This is Mercury operating again
(Through conjunction with Venus I suspect).
I have only loved twice
The first time wrung
The last drop of blood out of my heart
When we broke up.
The second time much later
(More like domesticity)
Genuine affection nonetheless
For eight years of contentment
Which ended for reasons
Which I will not describe here.
I've never cheated
In these relationships
Now I am much older
Women still fascinate me.
Will I ever find "the one"?
Maybe it's third time lucky?
Who knows?
I have my faults
We all have our faults.
I make no apology
For what I am.
My poetry anthology
Describes my life
For what it is*
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Though I have been forced
To be one
Through nature
And circumstance.
Through early grinding poverty
And a childhood
That would rip out your heart.
I am Virgo -
My ruler Mercury
Number 14 my birth date
(That's 5 in Numerology)
I am a gambler
Because of my nature
And of necessity
I am a gambler
For money.
I am a gambler
For love.
Money comes and goes
In a flash
And goes
And comes again
Women
They've been many.
(They seem to come and go also).
This is Mercury operating again
(Through conjunction with Venus I suspect).
I have only loved twice
The first time wrung
The last drop of blood out of my heart
When we broke up.
The second time much later
(More like domesticity)
Genuine affection nonetheless
For eight years of contentment
Which ended for reasons
Which I will not describe here.
I've never cheated
In these relationships
Now I am much older
Women still fascinate me.
Will I ever find "the one"?
Maybe it's third time lucky?
Who knows?
I have my faults
We all have our faults.
I make no apology
For what I am.
My poetry anthology
Describes my life
For what it is*
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
* " Such is life".......So said Ned Kelly - (famous Australian Bush Ranger)Carla - "Free Spins"
About a year ago I was stood up
I thought I had a date, and all was fine.
I'd gone to Bradbury Pub I had up cups
To meet a girl I thought who would be mine
For a date that night - when do I have enough?
Or was I just another man in line?
Though I've had enough of Plenty of Fish*
Easy to meet on there? oh how I wish!
The night was chill - the middle of the winter
I was drawn away from my nice warm hearth.
When the girl didn't show - t'was like a splinter
Had been driven right into my open heart.
T'was a tavern where I'd gone to meet her
So in this tavern is where my story starts.
The pub (as I've noted) was in Bradbury
A nice suburban place for company.
Saturday night;- the inn was rather crowded
(The usual crowd in outer suburbia).
On this dark night, the suburb now enshrouded,
While within were patrons - some the worse for wear.
With each beer, my mind became more clouded
Two hours had almost past - where was she - where?
Well maybe some other lucky man has scored
(I was thinking) as I looked up at the tote board.
Saturday night trots- they were at Menangle
The pub (as most do) had a TAB.
I hadn't come to bet;- the odds to wrangle
(And all I wanted was some company).
I hadn't planned, with the tote to tangle
(Though it seem'd there was a horse there just for me).
Well-performed;- a real strong "son of a gun"
I couldn't believe it said "fifteen to one".
Well, I had bought two hundred dollars with me
Enough (I thought) for a taxi, and some drinks
Though now it seemed, there wouldn't be a lady
So I'll have a bet and then leave (methinks).
Well, the horse strode clear - and won - it was pay day
(To me this horse was just as good as Winx).^
With ten each way, I'd won two hundred dollars
So who needs thoroughbreds,- and Chris Wallers?
Two hundred that I'd bought was now one fifty
(That's give or take seven or eight cold beers)
And with two hundred won, was now three fifty
I collected at the tote, and told them "cheers".
Well now I'm pissed, and thinking kinda shifty
I throw caution to the wind and lose my fears
And did something I'd rarely do when sober
That's play the "slots" and turn the money over.
Americans call 'em slots - that's our pokies
And I (for one) wouldn't recommend to you
This mode of gaming I'd call "hokey pokey"
(Put your money in;- and you're mostly screwed).
You think you're gonna win? Well, are you joking?
(Your currency, it slips fast out of view).
Electronic farce, and tricks,- deceit and lies
They'll steal the pennies from your granny's eyes.
I guess I played that night 'cause I was miffed
Being lured all that way to the boondocks.
Being left all alone, and being stiffed
It serves me right for thinking with my c*ck.
My mood was low, and wouldn't seem to lift
(I expected the machine'd take all I've got).
When suddenly that slot began to feature
Well, ain't Lady Luck a funny creature?
To cut the story short, I won two thousand!
And decided to take the money, there,- and run.
I collected the fat wad which I trousered
Then thought I might go out and buy some fun.
Hailing a taxi cab (which I then ordered)
"Take me to the House of the Rising Sun
Well Aussie cabs are silver, and not yellow
And by the Rising Sun- I mean Bordello.
The house of ill repute,- of which I speak
Was one a fair distance from my home
I'll not "name names",- and though the flesh is weak
It's better than going home pissed and alone.
Once inside I felt as must feel a sheik
Being pampered in a room of one's own
A private room,- if only for one hour
The lady's name was "Carla"- a sweet flower.
The flower of which I speak, was from Asia
Her English not so good;- It didn't matter
When tasting all the forms of love's fantasia
One doesn't ask for elocution's chatter
Well, there's no more room now, on the page here
For me to go, and further tell of Carla
Beautiful? Yes - though a lady of the night
I'd been stood up - though it turned out alright
I thought I had a date, and all was fine.
I'd gone to Bradbury Pub I had up cups
To meet a girl I thought who would be mine
For a date that night - when do I have enough?
Or was I just another man in line?
Though I've had enough of Plenty of Fish*
Easy to meet on there? oh how I wish!
The night was chill - the middle of the winter
I was drawn away from my nice warm hearth.
When the girl didn't show - t'was like a splinter
Had been driven right into my open heart.
T'was a tavern where I'd gone to meet her
So in this tavern is where my story starts.
The pub (as I've noted) was in Bradbury
A nice suburban place for company.
Saturday night;- the inn was rather crowded
(The usual crowd in outer suburbia).
On this dark night, the suburb now enshrouded,
While within were patrons - some the worse for wear.
With each beer, my mind became more clouded
Two hours had almost past - where was she - where?
Well maybe some other lucky man has scored
(I was thinking) as I looked up at the tote board.
Saturday night trots- they were at Menangle
The pub (as most do) had a TAB.
I hadn't come to bet;- the odds to wrangle
(And all I wanted was some company).
I hadn't planned, with the tote to tangle
(Though it seem'd there was a horse there just for me).
Well-performed;- a real strong "son of a gun"
I couldn't believe it said "fifteen to one".
Well, I had bought two hundred dollars with me
Enough (I thought) for a taxi, and some drinks
Though now it seemed, there wouldn't be a lady
So I'll have a bet and then leave (methinks).
Well, the horse strode clear - and won - it was pay day
(To me this horse was just as good as Winx).^
With ten each way, I'd won two hundred dollars
So who needs thoroughbreds,- and Chris Wallers?
Two hundred that I'd bought was now one fifty
(That's give or take seven or eight cold beers)
And with two hundred won, was now three fifty
I collected at the tote, and told them "cheers".
Well now I'm pissed, and thinking kinda shifty
I throw caution to the wind and lose my fears
And did something I'd rarely do when sober
That's play the "slots" and turn the money over.
Americans call 'em slots - that's our pokies
And I (for one) wouldn't recommend to you
This mode of gaming I'd call "hokey pokey"
(Put your money in;- and you're mostly screwed).
You think you're gonna win? Well, are you joking?
(Your currency, it slips fast out of view).
Electronic farce, and tricks,- deceit and lies
They'll steal the pennies from your granny's eyes.
I guess I played that night 'cause I was miffed
Being lured all that way to the boondocks.
Being left all alone, and being stiffed
It serves me right for thinking with my c*ck.
My mood was low, and wouldn't seem to lift
(I expected the machine'd take all I've got).
When suddenly that slot began to feature
Well, ain't Lady Luck a funny creature?
To cut the story short, I won two thousand!
And decided to take the money, there,- and run.
I collected the fat wad which I trousered
Then thought I might go out and buy some fun.
Hailing a taxi cab (which I then ordered)
"Take me to the House of the Rising Sun
Well Aussie cabs are silver, and not yellow
And by the Rising Sun- I mean Bordello.
The house of ill repute,- of which I speak
Was one a fair distance from my home
I'll not "name names",- and though the flesh is weak
It's better than going home pissed and alone.
Once inside I felt as must feel a sheik
Being pampered in a room of one's own
A private room,- if only for one hour
The lady's name was "Carla"- a sweet flower.
The flower of which I speak, was from Asia
Her English not so good;- It didn't matter
When tasting all the forms of love's fantasia
One doesn't ask for elocution's chatter
Well, there's no more room now, on the page here
For me to go, and further tell of Carla
Beautiful? Yes - though a lady of the night
I'd been stood up - though it turned out alright
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
* The popular dating website.** An outer South West Sydney suburb.
*** An outer South West Sydney (semi rural) suburb.
**** TAB (Totalisator Agency Board) betting shop.
***** Winx - very famous Australian racehorse.
****** Trainer of Winx
******* Poker Machines
^ Just sticking up for the trots (harness races). I would never run down Winx, who is undeniably the World's Best Racehorse.
(What I mean, in the context of this poem, is that Winx is just so incredibly good, that she always starts at short odds; and is therefore not a viable betting proposition).
(Comment added 5/11/18).
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City Reflections (For Megan)
When we were young and reckless
Our hearts tripped
Across broken midnight
And stolen gold.
Walking in the city
Late one night
I saw traffic light reflections
On wet cobblestones.
The neon and hot amber
Of the summer's night
Rain-slicked red/green
Hues reflected
Cast me back in time-
We were in love then.
It all seems long ago
I walked through streets
Of the city night
When I loved you.
When things were
At their blackest
Adolescent meaning
You rescued me.
When all seemed hopeless
Or too hard
You appeared
In this first innocence, our love was.
And we are older now
We've lived an infinity
Of different lives
Still, I remember.
When two hearts
In their first
Flush of youth
Find their trust.
Be glad that we could love
Even once now
I think that I might know
What they mean by angels.
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Our hearts tripped
Across broken midnight
And stolen gold.
Walking in the city
Late one night
I saw traffic light reflections
On wet cobblestones.
The neon and hot amber
Of the summer's night
Rain-slicked red/green
Hues reflected
Cast me back in time-
We were in love then.
It all seems long ago
I walked through streets
Of the city night
When I loved you.
When things were
At their blackest
Adolescent meaning
You rescued me.
When all seemed hopeless
Or too hard
You appeared
In this first innocence, our love was.
And we are older now
We've lived an infinity
Of different lives
Still, I remember.
When two hearts
In their first
Flush of youth
Find their trust.
Be glad that we could love
Even once now
I think that I might know
What they mean by angels.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2016
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Cupcakes
I running out of room
For the stuff I have that should be swept out with a broom
Books, movies, and CDs, oh my!
But this year I will try
To find a good baked good
This woman told me I should
But the cupcakes had cream cheese filling
Plus she wanted eight dollars for four in the billing
I said to myself I don't want stuff in my cupcake
Away from this garage sale to someone else who knows how to bake
So away I drove and could not find
A lady told me, not in front of the building, but behind
So the chocolate cupcakes I got, which was nice
And I got them for half the price!
For the stuff I have that should be swept out with a broom
Books, movies, and CDs, oh my!
But this year I will try
To find a good baked good
This woman told me I should
But the cupcakes had cream cheese filling
Plus she wanted eight dollars for four in the billing
I said to myself I don't want stuff in my cupcake
Away from this garage sale to someone else who knows how to bake
So away I drove and could not find
A lady told me, not in front of the building, but behind
So the chocolate cupcakes I got, which was nice
And I got them for half the price!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
I went to Fennimore, Wisconsin for garage sales and found a nice bakery.
i want to go home
where is my mom?
i want to go home.
Everyone gone,
i want to go home.
where are my friends ?
i want to go home,
why am i alone?
i want to go home,
where is my dog?
i want to go home,
just where am I?
i want to go home.
i am cold and hungry.
i want to go home,
i miss my family,
i want to go home.
who are you ?
reading my poem,
dont leave me alone,
i want to go home !
i want to go home.
Everyone gone,
i want to go home.
where are my friends ?
i want to go home,
why am i alone?
i want to go home,
where is my dog?
i want to go home,
just where am I?
i want to go home.
i am cold and hungry.
i want to go home,
i miss my family,
i want to go home.
who are you ?
reading my poem,
dont leave me alone,
i want to go home !
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
just feeling itJUST SAYING III
The whole truth is rarely heard
gullible folks believe every word
The liar you can't believe a bit
without even trying we forget
The guilty must tread lightly
mostly deaf hear slightly
The eternal flame remains lit
What happens is 'shit'
The smart gets branded a nerd
liberal left truly depicts absurd
The precarious aren't so sure
grown-up doesn't define mature
gullible folks believe every word
The liar you can't believe a bit
without even trying we forget
The guilty must tread lightly
mostly deaf hear slightly
The eternal flame remains lit
What happens is 'shit'
The smart gets branded a nerd
liberal left truly depicts absurd
The precarious aren't so sure
grown-up doesn't define mature
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2017
About this poem:
12/09/17Just saying...
Am I dreaming
The sky a beautiful blue
Walking on the sand
hand in hand
Just me and you
laughing as a wave
sprays water on our face
We dance in the sand
Your body lean
You sing in my ear
Kissing my hair
I look at you
Your eyes squinted
Your smile crooked
I lean in to your ear
as I whisper
tell me a secret
are you a dream
or is this us
Walking on the sand
hand in hand
Just me and you
laughing as a wave
sprays water on our face
We dance in the sand
Your body lean
You sing in my ear
Kissing my hair
I look at you
Your eyes squinted
Your smile crooked
I lean in to your ear
as I whisper
tell me a secret
are you a dream
or is this us
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2022
About this poem:
Things that make you go hummmRENDERED SPEECHLESS
Lying out on Pensacola Beach under scorching rays
while engrossed in TK101 Rock my mind strays
As I lie sweating profusely burning sand covers me
some found my eyes negating opening them to see
Startled I quickly raise up to rid sticky body of the grit
I wipe my stinging eyes managing to open them a bit
After focusing I see this Goddess starring down at me
her resplendence far greater than any desired fantasy
I then heard "I'm so sorry" in the sexiest possible voice
"Can you ever forgive me" like that was even a choice
I'm struggling to process this Venus of genuine mystique
brain's screaming respond but I'm too stupefied to speak
Again saying I'm so sorry as she's turns to walk away
she glanced back and winked saying "see you someday"
If we cross paths again words won't be so hard to find
I'm certain visions of she will never escape my mind
When I lay back down thoughts run rampant in my head
F.Y.I... I did get to see her later that evening while in bed
while engrossed in TK101 Rock my mind strays
As I lie sweating profusely burning sand covers me
some found my eyes negating opening them to see
Startled I quickly raise up to rid sticky body of the grit
I wipe my stinging eyes managing to open them a bit
After focusing I see this Goddess starring down at me
her resplendence far greater than any desired fantasy
I then heard "I'm so sorry" in the sexiest possible voice
"Can you ever forgive me" like that was even a choice
I'm struggling to process this Venus of genuine mystique
brain's screaming respond but I'm too stupefied to speak
Again saying I'm so sorry as she's turns to walk away
she glanced back and winked saying "see you someday"
If we cross paths again words won't be so hard to find
I'm certain visions of she will never escape my mind
When I lay back down thoughts run rampant in my head
F.Y.I... I did get to see her later that evening while in bed
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Some truth along with wishful thinking2008/14/11
rearranged 08/29/21
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