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It’s amazing you know
How long my body has remained
Such a mystery to me
I had a heart once
But it bled to death
Eyes that once saw
As clear as a bell
(Why do they say that?)
Are now blurred and raw
Skin that was smooth
Hangs like wrinkled washing
And my eyebrows have decided
To have a mind of their own
Whilst my head goes on thinning
My ears have new growth
My nose is getting bigger
(I suppose it’s a thirst for knowledge?)
And my hands
That never seemed to frown
Are gloriously speckled brown
I remember the days
When I was six foot two
And my feet had size nine shoes
Now a size eight slipper will do
I shall not talk about teeth
For we have parted our ways
And the magnificent browns
Have all turned to greys
But I will soldier on
Though I think my rifle is empty
Still nothing to fire at
When the browns turn to greys

C omeliest of maidens
Upon your beauty
People stared in awe
It's not surprising
Deep Cupid fell when
Arrow pierced his foot
Now Venus grew angry
Did not like this
Pass in the least
She cursed her
Your fate a monster
Come you to wed
How did Cupid stop this
Easy he told Jupiter
He ordered Venus cease
In peace and harmony
Cupid and Psyche lived
Always will true love win

I have found you
As you found me
After so much searching
You was in that space
They call “Cyber”

And we spoke
By way of written words
So soft and gentle
And a bond was built
So quickly
That I could not understand
Where you had been hiding
For all of my past

Once again the sun shone
And the clouds of loneliness
Lifting before me
Made my sky “Oh so blue”
And my “Cyberspace”
Was now a world away
From the millions of others
Who sought their solace
In this cold
And unpredictable
Non- reality

And then you were gone
Without a parting word
Pulling that famous trick
Of “disappearing”
Before my very eyes
And the greatest
Show on earth
Would continue its journey
And I called you
My lost “Houdini”

Family is his heart,
and all that he will strive for.
Working day and night,
if that is what is called for.

Gentle strength,in his silence,
when concerns lurk within.
Search an action to be taken,
so that he may begin.

Collecting mushrooms sweet contentment,
curve of mountain against skies.
His pleasure in the outside,
sleeping stars where he lies.

Hunting game is excitement,
animated stories to be told.
His football seals alliance,
he knows his place,in the world.

Cooked meat in his care,
taking stock from his seat.
joyous feeling in the moment,
children playing at his feet.

Persian
Gulf
pearl
urban
from
ancient
times
between
two seas
of salty
tears that
rain down
unrelentingly
while freshwater
springs up like hope
bubbling to the surface
may this aquifer remain
an oasis in the dessert
as the sands of time
blow across the
seas

I dreamt that I had penned my final poetic verse
Like a petal
That fell to the ground
That had floated around the Universe
Looking for somewhere
Perhaps to rest its weary head
Or a leaf, twisting and turning
Distraught in its final journey
Seeking solace in grounds bitter welcoming
So, unlike all the trees
I envisaged the finality of life’s falling grace
Like them, my history would leave no trace
But when the Lion roars
Because it failed to catch the Boars
Then it would seek
To come again on another day
For nature has no reasoning
To ever understand the meaning of finality
For what may be relinquished today?
Tomorrow anew will find time to replay
But I will not weep
For knowledge of mortalities sleep
But how I do envy them their ignorance
To live with no penance
For what I know to be the truth
That is left untold
To all the trees and the majestic Lion
Therefore I shall continue to write,
Until I know I will meet my Zion



Last Poem
I dreamt that I had penned my final poetic verse
Like a petal
That fell to the ground
That had floated around the Universe
Looking for somewhere
Perhaps to rest its weary head
Or a leaf
Twisting and turning
Distraught in its final journey
Seeking solace in grounds bitter welcoming
So, like all the trees
I envisaged the final felling
Left with a story not for the telling
But when the Lion roars
Because it failed to catch the Boars
Then it would seek
To come again on another day
For nature has no reasoning
To ever understand the meaning of finality
For to it
What may be relinquished today?
Tomorrow anew will find time to play
But I will not weep
For what I know to be the truth
That is left untold
To all the trees and the majestic Lion
Therefore I shall continue
To write, until I meet my Zion

ever notice how bad ideas make good stories
remember how you told your Mom that you'd
be right home after school but went trestling
instead with Johnny and Lawrence and you ran
like a fearful wind when the train caught up
and any one of you could've been funeral fodder

or like the time your brother swore that you
should go tell that girl how you really felt
and the red-faced humiliation that heated you
he and you laugh now and the story is great
but a small part of pride never forgets

remember how those two boys offered to take
you and Belinda and Mary Jo to the beach that
hot hot swimsuit summer day and you all jumped
into that old beat up station wagon, the blonde one
drove until the beer ran out and so did the road

recall the wind when you grunted over the rise
with full pack and half full canteen you thought
"join the army see the world" and that great
feeling of being so alive just seconds before
the sunlit flash blasted you into Walter Reed

Johnny said he knew a guy with a sure thing
but to keep quiet 'bout it 'cause...you know
and Johnny himself put up his house and
didn't even tell his wife...well ex-wife...
you shoulda listened to me back then man

we could be much worse considering everything
for the foolish things we contemplate and do
without thinking of all branches of the tree
of decisions that in twenty-twenty rear view
seem so obvious to prideful or mortal danger

in the end we reach some storied epilogue
rocking back-n-forth quietly now, just us,
you and me here, after the good laughs, and
good times, smiled tears running, why oh why
did it happen that way...i can't believe it

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-01

A Memory

My childhood back yard
With weta's in the hedge

Twas always thus
Upon the grassed bleak knoll
Where time stood still
And all lay barren
Like my life
A never changing landscape
For I would soon depart
But you
Would remain as thus
So others may follow
And ponder their fate
And remember the departed
Who had seen
What you see now
It was just a different time
That did not show on the face
Of the bleak grassed knoll
Twas always thus
But as I ponder
I realise the truth
That you will change
As I have done
And those that follow
Perhaps will see things differently
From you and I
But I
Will forever remember
The way that we were
Twas always thus

I found peace amongst the darkening skies
Soon stars will whisper night times lullabies
The worries the stress the everyday mess
Making a way for nights gentle caress
A moment a minute in time who knows
Time to relax and just let it all go
Just me breathing in the fresh night air
Done worrying about everyday cares
The body relaxes the mind lets go
Time to forget all life's little woes
Shadows playing in moon lights swaying dance
Holding me fixed in the gentlest trance
Sleep will come and tomorrow will be here
The futures not mine but always seems near


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