1982 - A Trilogy

How can one abandon
such strong feelings?
Am I that weak?
Are you that strong?
I look at what we had
and wonder...
Will i ever feel that way again?
Are there really other eyes out there
that sparkle like yours,
or shine like mine?
I really dont think so.
Turn it over,
look at the other side.
It was worth the changes,
the joys, the sorrows.
I can never forget
the way my heart pounded
at our first kiss.
Or  how time stopped when
i first entered you.
But now we are closed to one another,
and yet time moves on?
................

Sometimes i think i am
all that i need.
And at other times
I need you to be with.
It's so confusing
all of these
conflicting thoughts
and emotions.
If i seem to lean on us,
or you,
is that weakness?
Even the Pillars of Rome
had their faltering moments.
And this moment is mine.
............

How can i avoid
picking up the phone
to call you
when i feel like this?
You might call it weak,
but i don't think so.
Is it wrong to need one another?
(though it scares us both)
Do you need me?
When i ache inside,
can i lean on you?

 

Green Irish Eyes

With your flannel shirts and your Irish eyes

it's easy to see that you hold no disguise.

Hair streaming wet and newly Baptized,

there's no escaping your green Irish eyes!

Surrounded by snow, or in the Sun's glow,

whom could you meet that you don't really know?

You may seem private, but not very shy,

there's no escape from your green Irish eyes!

Late in the evening or early sunrise,

with a bold countenance or tears in your cries

You baffle your foes and keep them surprised

you lash them all with your green Irish eyes.

Like the howl of the wolf or the bark of a hound

with a look that speaks in ethereal sound.

Gently seizing souls they can mesmerize,

there is such a strength in those green Irish eyes.

July 20th, 2023

4 AM

Man of War

Man of War Sailing
(Painting by Christopher J. Guise)

It's a sunny bright morning
the ship's under full sail.
and if Neptune is happy
the bilges won't need to be bailed.

The cook's been up
since way before dawn,
and the smell of the coffee
erases all yawns.

There are lines to be spliced
and painting needs done,
all under the rays
of a bright shining Sun.

A ship under sail,
is a sailor's delight.
And if all works out well
t'will be a bright moonlit night.
  

Wycoff-Bennett House - King Highway 1880's

 What a pleasure, what a treasure,

to be taken back in time,

to a place I so remember as uniqely mine.

A simple photo of an era,  that predates my own,

it's like a voice out of the past

a timeless telephone,

to an era, long since gone, older than my age.

A magic trip, a magic trick,

written on a page.

If those people could but speak, what tales they could tell

To mesmerize me, and surprise me

'twould be like a magic spell!

Further back past my own youth, to a time that was their own.

What a treasure, what a pleasure 

If i could only find that phone!

Photo courtesy of Brian Dobrin on Facebook.