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Words wrung out from the years
Words ripped out from between old ears
Words once made sense so long ago
Mind those words that come with tears
Smiles caressing across the years
Smiles addressing lingering fears
Smiles that no longer make sense
Mind those smiles bracketed in tears
Wine glasses clinking in rhyme
Wine glasses filled in rhythm
Reds and whites up to the brim
The old sot, you can hardly see ‘em
What’s the word? That from you?
That smile? Is it really love full true?
Fill my glass…you choose the vintage
Drain my glass, but don’t leave me blue
Yes, you’re full in my head
And you may certainly lead me to your bed
Smiles with wine promise the very level best—
But you’ll just leave me with tears instead
Keep your eyes open and your heart engarde
Why, oh why must love be so blessed hard
Sweet Bonnie Marie
Sweet Bonnie Marie
How do you fare?
It grieves me you’re distressed—
Need you a kiss, a hug, and a prayer?
May the following new days
Spread Light and Joy over your way;
And into the yon cold nights
May Happiness and Warmth with you the longer stay
Sweet Bonnie Marie
Of the Shamrock and the Thistle—
If anything I can humbly add
Know well all’s required is your beckoning whistle
Be Ever Grand And Light of Heart
And bring your Smile to the new day’s start
Dark Chocolate Covered Cashews
Dark chocolate covered cashews,
But that memory of how you smiled—
Cajun two-stepping waiting for the drawbridge to repair
As our young moment passed as away the nighttime wiled
And then how we drove slow on back to NOLA
After a gig lovely in bonny old Lafayette
As a southern full Moon stole peeks out of the clouds,
But that was the best that things would ever get
Even dark chocolate covered cashews
Cannot pause the runontape in my mind
Of the passion, the loss, and the lingering rancor—
Leftovers of a certain thin, hard, sad kind
Love arrives hot quick and ends up a wreck on the coast—
The pounding memories: a waif on a beach missing her shoes;
And the only thing one could right now want the most
Is drown out the empty with dark chocolate covered cashews
Dodging Butterflies
Dodging butterflies
Rhythm and rhyme
Falling out of love with you
Was surely my biggest crime
Wishing you here
To reprieve it all out
Your winsome smile
Scraped at the shadow of doubt
The reason for answers
Seem to beg the question
To miss your lips
Defies all lingering suggestion
A rising half moon
No mysteries here
Pestering yearnings
Cranks out a lonely tear
But look inside
Nothing is clear
Come back over—
Help this helpless dear
Scattering fireflies
Summer’s last gasp
You fled me quick
And Love slipt my grasp
Hopefully
Hopefully at yer next 3am
You might texts oer t’me
Hopefully da nexts day
You might want to see
Dat dawn’s early light
And that I loves you just a mite
Hopefully yer following scheme
You could finds some sharin time
Hopefully you can sees yourself
To agreein to be all mine
Ta has and to hold
Iffin you allows me t’be so bold
Hopefully dese few sad lines
Will makes for you a big smile
Hopefully we kin share a dance or two
Then walks the road the nex’ few mile
Til rises dat dawn’s early light
And see I loves you more’n a mite
Bon Soir
Bon soir, bon soir,
Mais oui, de cours:
ISIS came with their bang bang guns;
ISIS tried to make some big score.
Bon jour, bon jour,
S’il vous plait,
But we’re still living here—
Eating, drinking, and loving all day!
Allons, allons,
N’allons aller:
Paris is still open—
Come on over and let’s play!
Wear your hijab, your cross, your star,
But it’s a smile that’ll take you far!
#jesuisparisien
A Horsie of Orange and Blue
Papa come play;
Papa put down your cares today.
Are you really so sad as that?
Did all those days leave you cold and flat?
Papa, tell me no more of that war;
Papa, yes, there are better things in store.
Try not to leave me with your weeping back;
Yes, I see you cry, I see the tears’ crisscross track.
Papa, were they all your friends?
Papa, not all met very bad ends;
Some of you did at last come home—
Some happy, though others are still lost, and roam…
Papa come play;
Papa, look what I drew for you today:
With crayon, a horsie of orange and blue.
O Papa, Mommy and I really love you.
Little Isabelle cradled in her tired Papa’s lap, and one good arm;
Papa pushed out a smile: Father and daughter were now safe and warm.
For Our Veterans: thank you isn’t nearly enough! Bless You!
Gratitude
Somewhere between the pain and the passion,
And the lies we tell ourself,
From “Hey, let’s go for it” on the way to
“Leave it on the shelf;”
When at last we lay me down to sleep
Did you take time to savor the flowers?
Did all your efforts lead to the Good?
Were less taken paths worth the long lost hours?
Meanwhile, Grandma floats in hospice,
She can’t hold onto your name,
But her late smile traces the eternal-
She’s always glad you came.
TLC Unto You
Getting home late, it’s a bit after ten!
Watch it, little nurse; you’re doing it again—
Taking care of patients better’n yourself.
If you’re not careful you’ll be back broke on the shelf!
‘Love your neighbor’ is what they say,
But that’s not until your dead tired, okay?
Yes, some charges are HIGH MAINTENANCE;
And if you could you’d give ‘em a hard penance.
Just see you get home at a more reasonable hour:
Put up some boundaries, use your Nursey Power!
Of course, you’ll keep going that extra mile—
Just get some sleep to renew your awesome smile!
Kitt
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