TOGETHER WITH YOU

 

 

  WHAT SHALL I WRITE ABOUT?  WHY, SPRING....

AND REDBIRDS FLIRTING, FLOWERS EXPLODING,

TREES ABUDDING, SEAGULLS ON THE WING.

 

    WHAT SHALL I SING ABOUT?  WHY, YOU...

    WITH SMILES AND FLIRTING, HEARTS ABURSTING,

    HANDS CARESSING, TOUCHING, LOVING TRUE.

 

WHAT SHALL I DREAM ABOUT?  AGAIN...

OF YOU ALONE, AND SUMMERS GONE.

AND WINTERS YET TO COME, AND RAIN.

 

    WHO SHALL I DO THIS WITH?  WHO ELSE...

    BUT YOU.

 

 

 

I'd Rather Stay Home

 

Don't want to tour in a plane --'your love gets me higher.

No wish to visit sunny Spain  -- your songs set my heart on fire.

And give me all the grandeur that I need.

 

Let our friends go to Rome

I just want to stay home.

Your love  makes me happy indeed.

 

Grand Canyon's a hole in the ground; 

The ocean's a lake, big around.

The mountains are high, the Mississippi rolls by,

Mount Rushmore's faces in the sky.

Here with you, to share your love at home

Is splendor that ensures I'll never roam.

 

My couch with you's the place to be;

We'll write our own great symphony,

Stretched out here, the two of us alone.

 

Pyramids are hot and dusty, Everglades are damp and musty,

 The Caribbean just doesn't float my boat.

I have no love for sailin', 

Opera’s like cats awailin', 

Skydiving simply gets my goat.

Let's  spoon and snuggle, we'll cuddle and kiss; 

Old TV movies will be our bliss.

 

While our friends all sail the sea

The place that I'll  be

Is right here, loving you.

You Made Me Laugh Again

  For longer than I care to think I kept my solitude,

Not caring that my eyes would blink and give away my mood.

 

I knew that I —  I’m smart like that — should toss away the gloom,

But nightly I would creep alone to ponder in my room.

 

I didn’t care to walk in light  — the sunshine seems to wait.

I’d rather sit in lonely shade, with pity for my state. 

 

It seemed I’d ever wait – for what?  I didn’t have a clue.

I looked into such lovely eyes  —  then suddenly I knew

 

That life again was worth the toil  —  the eyes I saw were

 You!

 

 One fateful day you pulled away –

 “You’re not for me” you said.

 I can’t look back – a different track

 For each of us is laid.

 

I feel the pain, and yet sustain

 A feeling strong and true

 And you can bet I’ll not forget –

 The eyes I looked upon … and you ….

 

 …….for a lost love – Spring 1999

Fatuous Last Words

 

I  believe in Sunsets,

            Large full moons;

 Happy mockingbirds -

Bright afternoons  . . . 

 

My needs are small   — 

               I’m eas’ly blest

By simple things

               That I know best.

 

Life grows

                    Shorter

                                        Near the

                                        END.

Ruth

 

ALONG THE OCEAN I STAND ON A HIGH SAND DUNE AND LOOK OUT OVER THE TREMBLING WAVES.

I SENSE THEIR RESTLESSNESS, THEIR RHYTHM, THEIR INCEPTION AND THEIR RESOLUTION.

 I ENTER THE TUMBLING SURF, AND I AM EMBRACED BY ITS WARM COOL CARESSES. I FEEL THE TUMULTUOUS PASSION OF ITS SURGING, AND THE CLIMAX OF ITS RECESSIONS.

 THEN, AS I WALK IN SILENT CONTENTMENT AT THE DAMP DRY EDGE OF THE SAND AND WATER I REALIZE THAT MY IMMERSION IN THE PASSION OF YOU IS BEST APPRECIATED WHEN I STAND APART, UPON A PENSIVE HEIGHT, AND REGARD THE BEAUTY OF YOUR SOUL.

Old Man William

 

Old Man William

with apologies to Lewis Carroll

“You are old, father William,” the young man cried,

“The locks which adorn you are white;

You spout rancor, Old William – a raucous old man;

Now tell me the cause of your spite.”

 

“In the days of my youth,” father William replied,

“Believing that truth comes at last,

I pushed upon windmills, and sought to right wrongs.

Defeated, my vigor has passed.”

 

“You are Old Father William,” the young man cried,

“Frustration’s best laid with a wreath...

Yet still you remember, and go on and on –

Say straight now the cause of your grief.”

 

“Irrepressible youth,” Old Man William responds,

“sought Paradise to Come …

Forsaking Credit, Took the Cash …

Yet better, a sip of warm Rum.”

 

 “You are Old Father William,” the young man cried,

"Sancho and Dapple are gray;

Rocinante remains, but you all feel your pain…

So why not your lance put away?”

 

“I am stubborn, young man,” Elder Willy avers,

“Bludgeoned by fate, let hope never fade;

Let the fight carry on – it will last when I’m gone.

With God’s help the world’s better made.”

 

Do You Remember?

 

REMEMBER WHEN?

     YOU QUALIFIED AS A POLICE MARKSMAN, AND MOST OF THE  DEPUTIES DIDN'T...

    YOU PRESENTED ME WITH A TROPHY...

    WE WENT TO THE ZOO IN SAN ANTONIO...

    I GAVE YOU A HEAD START,  AND YOU BEAT ME ACROSS THE POOL.

 

REMEMBER WHEN

    WE WENT TO PARADISE...

    WE WENT SKATING...

    WE PICKED UP A SHELL WITH ICE IN IT...

    YOU STOLE A MUREX FROM A HUNGRY SEAGULL...

    WE HELPED THE YOUNG COUPLE STUCK IN THE SAND ON PADRE ISLAND...

    YOU RACED YOUR LITTLE BROTHER UP A SAND DUNE ‑ AND WON...

    WE CREATED AN ENGLISH GARDEN IN SOUTH TEXAS...

    WE WALKED ALONG THE RIVER IN SAN ANTONIO, AND HAD MARIACHI MUSIC AT BREAKFAST...

    WE MADE IT THROUGH THE LEAN TIMES AFTER I GOT LAID OFF...

    WE BOUGHT A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING RING...

    WE WENT TO ARIZONA AND SAW SOME SNOW ...

    WE WENT TO AUSTIN AND YOU PASSED THE COURT RE[PORTER TEST...

    REMEMBER WHEN YOU STARTED BEATING ME AT TENNIS...

    REMEMBER WHEN I TAUGHT YOU TO SHOOT SKEET ...

    REMEMBER WHEN I LOVED YOU...?

 

I REMEMBER  . . . . .  . . . .