Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Soldier Boy
Reparations
And all the time it was somebody else.
Give me back the heart I lost--
Don't leave it dusting on a shelf
I've found someone who really cares--
All my joy and sadness bears
I'm happy now.
Restore my heart--
It belongs to somebody else.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Confession
Perhaps you've guessed it
If I show the things I feel
I never told you; I may be told to,
But it's hard to conceal--
The simple joy that fills me,
When I see you on the street.
The way my heartbeat thrills me,
Whenever our eyes meet.
I have a secret--perhaps I show it.
Do you know it?
Darling, "I Love You!"
Pipe-Smokin' Blues
Let's get a walkin' shoes.
Can't sit here a waitin' and hesitatin'--
With these solitary pipe smokin' blues.
The show is over; the curtain falls.
No stage set with music tonight
No cues to answer--no lover's calls.
Heaven help this actor's plight.
Get out my wallet and spread the news--
I'm free, tonight--what can I lose?
The air is hazy.
I'll soon go crazy--
With these solitary
Pipe-smokin' blues.
Flickerings
Bewilderment in empty faces.
Lonely hearts and bleak despair--
Where are we going-'"Anywhere"?
Whenever you're away?
Why does my heart keep sighing--
All the live long day.
How can I ease this painful stress?
Nobody else can ever guess--
How I fight this loneliness, without you.
Stands within my memory, dear.
--but if I ever mentioned who--
They'd be surprised to know it's "You."
A picture of you
Keeps flickering through my mind,
and winds around my heartstrings.
And you weren't there.
All of a sudden, my world seemed bare.
All me cries out in vain--
Until you pass this way again.
Painted Dreams
I don't know what it was, or who
That brought you to me--
but it's easy to see, I'm lost
I'm lost--in a misty blue.
My painted dreams of You
Are all I know; I love you so.
I'm lost when you are out of sight.
Without you, daytime turns to night.
I lose my way.
I drift in clouds way up above.
Without you, I've no use for love,
So, won't you stay
and make my dreams come true.
I'm lost in a dream of you.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Sublime
that it struck a lost chord
within my lonely soul's heart of time--
For years, I had drifted in melodic discontent,
despairing that the discordant notes
could ever blend in perfect harmony--
I cried out in my distress
And begged the Powers that Be
for the gift of just one simple melody
Then, when my song became a direful dirge,
I threatened to destroy the lovely theme
that once had dared to dream.
When--out of Eternity--a star shone down on earth below--
and, there, in the midst of a Divine Largo,
The notes assembled
and swelled into majestic beauty,
That blended with a lyre from heaven.
Lilli Bolero
Not until I went home for Christmas
did I remember about the trains. It had
been close to two years before I made it
home again. I didn't plan it that way, but
it's funny how when one is living life one
doesn't do a very good job living at all, if
you know what I mean. Busy with work,
my stress levels escalated to an all-time
high. I nursed my ulcer the best way I
could and spent that year eating a bland
diet of bananas, rice, and apples mainly.
I climbed the attic steps, deciding to call it
an early night; I looked forward to a good
night's sleep.
Causing a lulling effect actually, my
bed vibrates when a train rolls into town.
I can hear the headboard banging up
against the wall and the flimsy wooden
doors puckering from their seams. The
attached mirror on the Victorian - style
dresser shakes too, pulsating against the
attic paneling. Had it not been for my
familiar surroundings, I could almost
close my eyes and visuslize being in a
sleazy hotel. But what do I know about
sleazy hotels. Well, there was that one
time, but that's another story. The train
passes and it's quiet again until another
train passes. I count. Not sheep this time
but seconds. The 420 seconds turned
into minute, and seven minutes later a
second train passed.
When I awoke the next morning, I
floated down the steps. I hadn't slept so
peacefully in years. My children were
seated at the kitchen table playing
yahtzee with their grandparents. Sarah
shook the dice.
"I think I'll go for my sixes."
"But you have a one, two, four, and a
five."
"I'm not betting on getting a large
straight and getting a three."
"But you don't have any sixes."
She shook the dice again, not listening to my
suggestions. I had Sarah ' s teenage years to
look forward to.
"What's for breakfast? "
My mom didn't respond. I was worried she
was still upset about me posting one if her
photos on Facebook, and she probably still
was. Making an impromptu decision to skip
breakfast, I sat in a cushioned rocking chair
the living room. As I dozed in the chair, I heard
voices around me though I could not rouse
myself from my slumber.
Sarah, Ian, Miles, my husband Kyle, and
my folks were sitting around the Christmas
tree and they were laughing.
Grandpa said, "When your mom was in high
school, she took an advanced biology class.
At that time, she happened to be the only
female student in her class."
Oh Dad, not this story again.
"She had a difficult time trying to prove herself
as a credible force to be reckoned with. For her first project she bought a mouse and trie to teach it to run through a msze. IZaire making great strides until...
Until what grandpa.?
Well kids can be cruel. There was a bad snowstorm that year and your mom couldn't get to school to feed the mouse. Before she got to school two days later, the monsters in her class took it Zidane hanged hum from the lid of an ice cream buckey. When she opened the bucket she saw the prank.
TBC
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Sydney Fair
Sydney boarded the plane at 11:00 a.m., confident, yet insecure. It’s funny how two diverse emotions can be so innocently juxtaposed on the same playing field. She felt happy, happy that her four-year college degree could be put to use yet apprehensive due to her temporary absence in the states. Wanting to take her friends and family with her , her heart was plagued with talons ripping any semblance of buoyancy out of her step. Yet here she was going forward, moving forward, leaving her boyfriend Jonathon of two years crying at the gate.
Dear S-Person (7)
Dear S-Person,
Monday, December 23, 2013
Dear S-Person (6)
Hi S-Person,