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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.

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.

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.

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.

A gale is raging.
Raindrops thrash
our blue-black
windowpanes.

Don't fear, love:
soon morning will
come like a flower
with petals of light.

In humid gloom
she weaves her doom;

by moon's faint rays,
she spins to lay

her silken trap
of which one snap

will bring to naught
what she has sought:

namely a fly
that has to die

so that it can
perfect her plan.

Flawless her art,
weaving one part

of subtlest doom
in fetid gloom.

A sensuous experience,
Can rise in many ways.
Delicious taste or setting sun,
Can each our senses raise.

But a sensuous encounter,
Between two loving souls,
Can light a fire within their loins,
And stoke the glowing coals.

As passions rise, the feelings grow,
To such intensity,
That they may tend to overwhelm,
In sensuous degree.

So when the passion's all been spent,
And breathing starts to slow,
Then what could be more sensuous,
Than love's sweet afterglow?

Finally comes the cuddling,
The sensuous embrace,
Entwined as one in soft repose,
Our senses face to face.

Being sensitive by nature's,
A blessing and a curse,
For to feel things very deeply,
Means pain can be much worse.

Being sensible about this,
I think you will agree,
That all the hurt is worth the joy,
Of sensitivity.

Insensitive means heartlessness,
And that we can't abide,
So we must take the bad with good,
From feelings deep inside.

If I should give my love to you,
Just so you are aware,
My heart is very sensitive,
Please handle it with care.

"This is Cher and this is Inga."
Diver Dan said to me.
Two lovely girls, one short one tall,
A welcome sight to see.

The short one, Cher, was dark and cute.
Inga was blond and tall.
I set my sights on Cher at once,
Knowing that I might fall.

Café Benet in Vieux Carré,
In early morning light,
Our crullers dunked in chickory,
We'd all been up all night.

I talked and talked and tried to win,
The heart of that brunette.
To no avail, I tried and failed,
And nowhere did I get.

I later asked if Dan might know,
Her number or last name.
He told me no, and then he said,
That I'd misplayed the game.

He said that I'd caught Inga's eye,
For me her heart had yearned.
But sadly I'd found out too late,
To Sweden she'd returned.

And so it is with guys like me,
We always miss the train.
I didn't have a clue back then,
And clueless I remain.

While I am not religious,
I have many friends who are.
I'm glad they have this comfort,
Through life's journies near and far.

I do believe in karma,
Seen it happen many times.
You get what you have given,
Be it good deeds, be it crimes.

It is not always instant,
And it can take many years.
Ev'ry smile comes back to you,
Right along with all your tears.

Sure the world's a better place,
Than it would be otherwise,
Because of folks believing,
They are watched by judging eyes.

I have not been blessed with faith,
But believe that I'm no fool.
Try at all times to be kind,
And obey the Golden Rule.