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She said she loved me as a friend,
That she still cared for me.
But now the mail and messages,
Are few and far between.

Is it she fears I'm still in love,
And that for her I pine?
Thinking that by letting be,
She's only being kind?

We were good friends before we fell,
Just spoke of ev'rything,
Of art and beauty, poetry,
The gifts of life, the stings.

Yes life goes on, she has her own,
As I am leading mine.
So many things to do each day,
So very little time.

I hope someday that she will see,
This shouldn't have to end.
So we may chat from time to time,
A message, friend to friend.

My bobber sits serenely still,
No fish to ruffle feathers,
Its worm adangling down below,
On hook securely tethered.

The osprey glides off from his tree,
And circles ever steeply,
Then suddenly drops like a rock,
Into the water deeply.

His catch entrapped in talons sharp,
Flies back to have his luncheon.
Perched on one leg upon his limb,
While on his trout he's munchin'.

A thunderstorm comes racing up,
The cliff face 'cross the canyon.
The sun's on me but I can see,
Rain falling with abandon.

The storm runs into peaks above,
And stalls up in the canyon.
It swirls around and splashes back,
Drops dancing all around me.

The air is filled with rainbows as,
The sun and mists they tango.
Such wond'rous beauty that surrounds,
This lake above Durango.

Most women it seems,
Don't like what they see,
When they look in the mirror these days.

Too fat or too thin,
Too long or too lean,
They observe with a critical gaze.

I tell you my dears,
It's between your ears,
That a man with a heart will be looking.

Are you wise, sweet and kind?
Do you speak your own mind?
It's not how you dress or your cooking.

Our looks will soon fade,
By age be betrayed,
Our old bodies will settle and spread.

But that doesn't mean,
There's no love between,
Our two hearts when they're placed head to head.

Turn the mirror around,
And go out on the town,
To where all the singles are drinking.

Just be hapy and show,
And let the world know,
You don't give a d@mn what they're thinking.

'Cause for every one,
Another was born,
To mate and to match like two mittens.

So take this to heart,
And then you can start,
To be loved and to likewise be smitten.

There is a fine woman I know,
Who's fiery spirit flame glows.
She's much older but young at heart,
With many fine tales to impart.

Been doing some work in her yard,
She pays me well so I work hard.
She lends me her truck when I need,
And always is good for a feed.

Been having some trouble just now,
A neighbor who's started a row.
It is he who had better beware,
Cause her shotgun sits by the stair.

Her surgery's scheduled next week,
Going in to get a new knee.
I'm watching her house when she leaves,
The shotgun will be left with me.

It isn't my feud but I will,
If I have to, won't shoot to kill.
I won't allow skullduggery,
Miss Ellie is trusting in me.

I know of a wonderful story and I'll tell you if I may,
About a divine meeting upon one special day.
A man all donned in Red and White with a beard as white as snow.
His eyes all filled with loving light and his soul, how it did glow.
Upon a bike, with Bag in tow, he rode to a special place.
He parked his Bike, then grabbed his bag, with a smile upon his face.
The first he saw was a little angel that came running up with pride.
She grabbed his hand with her small one and lead him straight inside.


"Hi, I'm Collette, she announced with joy, Please come with me", she said.
"I want for you to meet all of my friends," continuing as she lead.
He gladly followed, this little one with his heart all filled with awe,
For he was taken a back by her, this little angel that he saw.
She introduced him to all of her friends, even to those she did not know.
This man all donned in Red and White with a beard as white as snow,
She had never met this man before, only had heard of him in lore.
She knew of all he did for children, for him she did adore.


For you see he was a kind, kind soul, who brightens up the year.
And for all our children sick and well he brings them lots of cheer.
This Man he was amazed at her, for a light she brought to many.
He didn't know she felt ill that day, for complaining she didn't any.
She helped him with his gifts of love, each one she passed away.
And smile she did while giving them on this special day.
She also received a gift from him, but the most precious gift of all.
Was to be the one to help SANTA out, such a big thing for one so small.


You see this little Angel had a cancer inside her little head,
And not so very long ago, she passed away they said.
But though This Kind, Kind Gentleman was saddened by all of this.
He was given such a greater gift, by this little angel that he now missed.
She taught him that no matter what, the hardships we go through.
If one so small can be so brave, then we can do it too.
And now when this man Speaks of his Angel, this Real one that he knows.
She gently sits upon his shoulder and guides him where he goes!

Big jagged bolders stood up in the surf,
The waves were all surging and choppy.
Some folks decided to stay on the shore,
But waves were not gonna stop me.

We waded between the rocks past the chop,
The cove was peaceful and placid.
We then donned our swimfins, adjusted our masks,
Just as the guide had instructed.

Now this cove on Oahu was famous,
Just for this one thing, as they say.
We had come in the hope of our glimpsing,
Giant green sea turtles at play.

Now the guide told us some days there were none,
If lucky maybe one or two.
But on this day we just hit the the jackpot,
Discovering there a whole slew.

Now these creatures are gravely endangered,
No closer to them than six feet.
So I hung in the eerie green water,
Observing their swimming so sweet.

They seemed to just fly through the water,
Ungainly on land as they'd be.
So graceful and peaceful these big vegans,
How could you harm something so free?

As I watched them all frolic below me,
I chanced to look up and, surprise!
One who'd swum to the surface unnoticed,
Was staring straight into my eyes.

Now he wasn't but a foot away from me,
The man and the beast nose to nose.
His ancient eyes held depths unfathomed,
His flippers in gentle repose.

He suddenly turned and departed,
Diving down t'rejoin his own kind,
But I know that this wonderous scene will,
Forever be etched in my mind.

So many brave, brave soldiers have fallen in the war,
They Battle heated flames and toxic smoke,
that come knocking at the door.
They hear inferno's victims calling, when they grasp their chests and choke.
They make their way through falling debris, to find them in the smoke.

The mighty soldier's gear protects him from his angry foe,
His suit, his hat, his boots, his mask, from his head down to his toe.
But sometimes his gear can't save him, from collapsing things around,
And then our mighty soldier sadly falls and hits the ground.

He's risked his life to save us from the awful raging rival.
We owe our lives to all of them, They fight for our survival!
But sometimes the fire wins the fight, though our soldiers did their best.
And though he gallantly did fight, for now he's laid to rest!

So remember all our fallen soldiers, They did it selflessly.
And remember, support with care and love, their loving family,
For now they have an empty void that is tearing at their hearts.
So honor what the soldier did before he did depart!

And make it known to all their kin, to all that heed your voice,
You appreciate the firefighter, and his brave career choice.
When you see a fighter black with soot, or cleaned with utter care,
Then smile, and say, "Why thank you, for just you being there!"

It's always too hot or too cold,
And if the real truth should be told,
While climate is what we expect,
Just weather is all we can get.

Why must it be always extremes,
With seldom the nice inbetweens?
Dollar sized hail, tornadoes wail,
Too wet or too dry without fail.

The creeks and the rivers they run,
So someone up north's getting some.
Here it's so dry, water bill's high,
There's not enough moisture to cry.

I long for the mildness of spring,
Or relief that autumn can bring.
Summer is long, winter prolonged,
Should it be a parka, or thong?

WHEN YOUR LIVEIN IN A WHITE FENCE HOUSE....STOP THROWIN TRASH IN MY YARD...PARKIN MY FORD EXPLORE...DON'T HIT IT GETTING MY MAIL-DO STOP DELIVER AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS TO INJOY LIFE WITH OUT THE HATEIN ....WE PLAY AROUND MY HOUSE WITH THE WHITE FENCE AND WE PIC UP TRASH IN EACH OTHER YARD AND COMEIN DOWN THE STREET BE CAREFUL NO TO HIT ANY THING OR ANY ONE AND MAKE SURE IF THE PERSON NEXT DOOR IS NOT AT HOME YOU WILL EXCEPT MAIL FOR THEM......AND WE ALL JUST STOP PLAYIN THE HATER'S GAME THAT'S NO LIFE -TO LIVE....PEACE !

He crossed the stage in three strong leaps.
His legs looked like the trunks of trees.
His jumps so high were almost flight.
As in his prime he danced that night.

His prima partner did not show,
But that was fine with me, you know.
For in her place another flew,
The lovely little ingenue.

He threw her in the air so high,
She really seemed at times to fly.
A fairy princess in our world,
As effortless he caught the girl.

Around and round they whirled and spun,
And won the hearts of ev'ryone.
A magic moment trapped in time,
This memory of dance sublime.

I am so glad I went to see,
This performance and to be,
Awed by such a wonderous sight,
Of Rudolf Nureyev that night.