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Grammie
Roses along the fence line - volunteer tomatoes coming up
lifesize dolls and teddy bears - hot tea with honey by her chair
Cowbell tied to the door knob - sticks of wood for the stove
cherry bread baked in coffee cans - sweet ice tea in the hot summertime
And she’d say, “oh yeah?!” with laughter in her voice, while crackin walnuts and snappin beans
touching her nose with the tip of her tongue
Calling out to grandpa, somewhere out with the ponies
going to town and the five and dime - watching her programs in the afternoon
Country style breakfast on all the burners, asks if we want more
"come Blue!" that's a good old dog, we've got table scraps for you
Please Grammie sing to us, please Grammie sing
in your voice of yesterday, a voice that’s pure and clear
“for you would dare insult me sir, if brother Jack were here”.
Directly I reckon we’ll fetch it out yonder, Arkansas bottom land is rich in our blood
where she picked cotton with the rest of them Arkies, until they migrated to the promised land
Although she didn’t have much of a formal education,
she was good with numbers and kept the books
and she could read with great expression, she could write with a gentle touch
There she is at the kitchen window, Grammie with the soft silver hair and cat-eyed glasses
watching the outside from her place, looking at the world in her quiet way
Ham with a bone, black eyed peas and warm cornbread - yarn, material, a needle and thread
magnolia tree I’d love to climb - take me back to that special time
A time when simple was so much more - when life tasted as good as it looked
in Grammie’s arms there was a peaceful joy, where love was overflowing
Roses along the fence line - volunteer tomatoes coming up
lifesize dolls and teddy bears - hot tea with honey by her chair
Cowbell tied to the door knob - sticks of wood for the stove
cherry bread baked in coffee cans - sweet ice tea in the hot summertime
And she’d say, “oh yeah?!” with laughter in her voice, while crackin walnuts and snappin beans
touching her nose with the tip of her tongue
Calling out to grandpa, somewhere out with the ponies
going to town and the five and dime - watching her programs in the afternoon
Country style breakfast on all the burners, asks if we want more
"come Blue!" that's a good old dog, we've got table scraps for you
Please Grammie sing to us, please Grammie sing
in your voice of yesterday, a voice that’s pure and clear
“for you would dare insult me sir, if brother Jack were here”.
Directly I reckon we’ll fetch it out yonder, Arkansas bottom land is rich in our blood
where she picked cotton with the rest of them Arkies, until they migrated to the promised land
Although she didn’t have much of a formal education,
she was good with numbers and kept the books
and she could read with great expression, she could write with a gentle touch
There she is at the kitchen window, Grammie with the soft silver hair and cat-eyed glasses
watching the outside from her place, looking at the world in her quiet way
Ham with a bone, black eyed peas and warm cornbread - yarn, material, a needle and thread
magnolia tree I’d love to climb - take me back to that special time
A time when simple was so much more - when life tasted as good as it looked
in Grammie’s arms there was a peaceful joy, where love was overflowing
When winter is summer
Youthful emotions that run the scale
singing from an open heart
Her laughter and expressive eyes
lift my spirits high and wide
And her smile is pure joy
She has an edge that is well defined
It’s crazy to wonder
crazy to venture into her mind
and I do not
I stay on the edge
I stay there and enjoy the view
I stay there not too close to the fire
that burns fueled by innocence
In time she will fly away
It will be soon and unforgiving
It will be right, real and true
leaving me with all that I have now
Youthful emotions that run the scale
singing from an open heart
Her laughter and expressive eyes
lift my spirits high and wide
And her smile is pure joy
She has an edge that is well defined
It’s crazy to wonder
crazy to venture into her mind
and I do not
I stay on the edge
I stay there and enjoy the view
I stay there not too close to the fire
that burns fueled by innocence
In time she will fly away
It will be soon and unforgiving
It will be right, real and true
leaving me with all that I have now
Different Paths
Even though our paths
are not the same
we must not travel too far away
that our voices cannot be heard
or our feelings not cared for
Even though our paths
are not the same
we must not travel too far away
that our voices cannot be heard
or our feelings not cared for
My Witness
I wrote down a few thoughts today
only in my head…
didn’t make it onto paper
nothing you haven’t read
More or less just feelings
more or less my share
snapshots of an out of focus life
let me take you there
Years of troubles will not be made up today
and perhaps tomorrow too
it seems to me my addictive ways
I want to bury with you
But not all of them
only what I feel I can afford
If I gave you all of them
what would be left?
You are my witness
you are a witness to my life
Broken pieces that I am
Children with my blood
And the pleasures I know
are as empty as my soul
Where the desert sky is full of light
I dream to be there in flight
not neck-high in the blowing sand
My dreams are my legacy
My fantasies my curse
My delusions the air I breathe
the voices? Dark humor it seems
You are my witness
you are a witness to my life
you are there with the butterflies
that dance above me
I wrote down a few thoughts today
only in my head…
didn’t make it onto paper
nothing you haven’t read
More or less just feelings
more or less my share
snapshots of an out of focus life
let me take you there
Years of troubles will not be made up today
and perhaps tomorrow too
it seems to me my addictive ways
I want to bury with you
But not all of them
only what I feel I can afford
If I gave you all of them
what would be left?
You are my witness
you are a witness to my life
Broken pieces that I am
Children with my blood
And the pleasures I know
are as empty as my soul
Where the desert sky is full of light
I dream to be there in flight
not neck-high in the blowing sand
My dreams are my legacy
My fantasies my curse
My delusions the air I breathe
the voices? Dark humor it seems
You are my witness
you are a witness to my life
you are there with the butterflies
that dance above me
The little things
The little things are touching me
nudging and prodding me
Come to your senses boy!
Music beats in current time
in a timeless moment
Feel it?
All things are not exact
but the moment is good and
satisfying
I feel it!
My arms filled with precious joy
their weight a welcomed reality
Holding on
Holding on
then
letting go
letting go
The little things are touching me
holding me
loving me
| Love of Family Through our children it seems there will always be a place for us to meet and share love |
| As a Friend A warm blanket on a cool starry night nothing more than comfort nothing less than a smile I am content with this |
New Warmth
The sun set low
leaving the ocean aglow
day leaving night for us
The Moon's sliver
grants a passionate shiver
our bodies create new warmth
The sun set low
leaving the ocean aglow
day leaving night for us
The Moon's sliver
grants a passionate shiver
our bodies create new warmth
| Garden Kiss You are the sparkle of light atop this ocean in green The sweet kiss that the morning sun brings to my garden |
It will get better
When the sun breaks through the clouds
after the rain has quenched the earth -
it will get better
When tears dry, the heartbeat calms
it will be better
When living with purpose is not an exception
and fear no longer lingers -
it is better
When memories live only in reflection
and not etched into today's mirror -
It will get better
When you find yourself in the here and now,
and the reality is welcomed-
it will be better
When there is no excuse for truth
and where there is no substitute for love-
it is better
It will get better
When the sun breaks through the clouds
after the rain has quenched the earth -
it will get better
When tears dry, the heartbeat calms
it will be better
When living with purpose is not an exception
and fear no longer lingers -
it is better
When memories live only in reflection
and not etched into today's mirror -
It will get better
When you find yourself in the here and now,
and the reality is welcomed-
it will be better
When there is no excuse for truth
and where there is no substitute for love-
it is better
It will get better
Lost Love
I have lost her
but she’s still there
I see her face and
search her eyes
The difference in her voice
words not as soft
Her touch disappeared
our closeness in the past
And she is sorry for my hurt
and I am sorry too
For holding onto a love of
mine
that I left long ago
I have lost her
but she’s still there
I see her face and
search her eyes
The difference in her voice
words not as soft
Her touch disappeared
our closeness in the past
And she is sorry for my hurt
and I am sorry too
For holding onto a love of
mine
that I left long ago
| Take Me There Take me there take me there to the ends of the world where the sun never sets Take me there take me there and we'll walk hand in hand and never look back |
LIFE
Life
is something
not asked for -
it just is!
You are born
and then you live
Life
is something
not asked for -
it just is!
You are born
and then you live
Red Winged Blackbird
Across a field the wind did blow
and comb the greens and browns
Atop the tree in the middle of this
perched a Red Winged Blackbird
Lost in the day I stared at him
wondering if he felt the same?
But just then he took to flight
and I went on my way ......
Across a field the wind did blow
and comb the greens and browns
Atop the tree in the middle of this
perched a Red Winged Blackbird
Lost in the day I stared at him
wondering if he felt the same?
But just then he took to flight
and I went on my way ......
| Tiger Pillow For whatever reason For whaterver reason I remember that little yellow tiger pillow for whatever reason |
Sorry Sorry Sorry
I am truly sorry for your anger
I am truly sorry for your sadness
sorry sorry sorry
Outside looking outside
inside feeling inside
sorry sorry sorry
Beautiful day wasn't it?
Was it?
We didn't share that!
sorry sorry sorry
I know
Me too
Not even that!
sorry sorry sorry
I am truly sorry for your anger
I am truly sorry for your sadness
sorry sorry sorry
Outside looking outside
inside feeling inside
sorry sorry sorry
Beautiful day wasn't it?
Was it?
We didn't share that!
sorry sorry sorry
I know
Me too
Not even that!
sorry sorry sorry
The Dance
Thinking
Stewing
Pondering
Brewing
You dance Laughter rings
lightly touching down echoing
as I watch from there - encircling
invisible
Your memories Mean spirited
reflect what was desperation
My memories of through my will
what could be – be done
invisible
You sing Wet lips
with tones of gold dust sweet fragrance
shimmering butterflies and
floating moon beams
Escaping
Death for Life
And He wishes that I had called
His after-death is all arranged
Ashes to ashes and a plot to rest
His organizational skills are still keen
And with his death there will be a void
yet his long shadow will linger
Sadness for death?
No
Sadness for the flower
that never bloomed
My father, my father
whom I’ll never know
your heart was as big as life itself
I could not catch up to you – I tried
Until this day
And He wishes that I had called
His after-death is all arranged
Ashes to ashes and a plot to rest
His organizational skills are still keen
And with his death there will be a void
yet his long shadow will linger
Sadness for death?
No
Sadness for the flower
that never bloomed
My father, my father
whom I’ll never know
your heart was as big as life itself
I could not catch up to you – I tried
Until this day
| Shoshone Garden Although the garden is gone now, my hands will not soon forget the pleasurable work done there, nor my thoughts the memories of beauty, each new day awakened |
What is there left for me to do?
I woke up from a dream with you again -
so real the hurt still lingers deep;
your face, your voice, our children,
the emotions overflowing in the truth.
And I laid there awakened -
not wanting to remember the small details
but because of me, having to.
There it was again, me trying to match a smile to fit your face;
attempting to find a clue that would help me gain access to a joy
that we both could share?
This was a very sad dream,
worse than falling to the ground and never waking up;
because waking up meant only to know
that this was not a dream.
I woke up from a dream with you again -
so real the hurt still lingers deep;
your face, your voice, our children,
the emotions overflowing in the truth.
And I laid there awakened -
not wanting to remember the small details
but because of me, having to.
There it was again, me trying to match a smile to fit your face;
attempting to find a clue that would help me gain access to a joy
that we both could share?
This was a very sad dream,
worse than falling to the ground and never waking up;
because waking up meant only to know
that this was not a dream.
| Good Morning "You" How cannot my day be anything but great as it has begun with YOU |
Blue Butterfly
Blue butterfly
in a field of green
bathing in the warmth
of a new season
grace is your calling
beauty is your gift
Blue butterfly
in a field of green
bathing in the warmth
of a new season
grace is your calling
beauty is your gift
Love's Mystery
You discover it
You share it
You lose it
Something so wonderful -
yet so fragile
like so many things
You discover it
You share it
You lose it
Something so wonderful -
yet so fragile
like so many things
The Bird Flew Away
Your heart no longer holds me
as in once upon a time
So live and let live
for all the reasons and truths
we share
You chose the open path
where my voice grows faint
in yesterday
Your heart no longer holds me
as in once upon a time
So live and let live
for all the reasons and truths
we share
You chose the open path
where my voice grows faint
in yesterday
Push Forward
Turn our backs and push forward
leave the wreckage in our wake
it's ok -
We have strong horses to pull us through
and determination!
With blinders on the path is clear
and we are focused on the "prize"
It's going to be ok
Peace and contentment is just around - there?
The cool breeze refreshes the hot summer day
We can rest and water the horses
Yes, find soft grass to lie in - escape
Birds on a thrilling maiden flight
To dream is my freedom!
Let us push forward toward the sun
leave nothing to nightfall
in darkness we might lose our way
Turn our backs and push forward
leave the wreckage in our wake
it's ok -
We have strong horses to pull us through
and determination!
With blinders on the path is clear
and we are focused on the "prize"
It's going to be ok
Peace and contentment is just around - there?
The cool breeze refreshes the hot summer day
We can rest and water the horses
Yes, find soft grass to lie in - escape
Birds on a thrilling maiden flight
To dream is my freedom!
Let us push forward toward the sun
leave nothing to nightfall
in darkness we might lose our way
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| Jeannette I’ve been staring at you Your hips movin side to side to that smokey beat & I feel your HEAT as you captivate I hallucinate that I can just walk up to you give you a kiss and then I do |
