When Love is Shallow, But Other Times Deep (Part Two)

 I attributed my wandering to my romantic allure,

And Kristi was there now to calm and reassure,

I settled down with Amanda, with Kristi down the road,

Twice the loving was great, but twice the financial load,

I worked harder and my sales continued to grow,

But as children arrived, my funds still became low,

Although Amanda had only graduated from high school,

I decided I’d find her a job, even if she had to retool,  

With all three children in school all day,

There was no reason for her to stay and play,

“Amanda,” I said, “A wife’s duty is to support her man,

So you’re going to help, any way you can,”

“You do a good job at cleaning our abode,

You’re strong and healthy, you can share our load,”

“You can clean the houses of our busy friends,

There are three or four that I’d recommend,”

I loved Kristi more but I wanted to be fair,

Our two children were off and in child care,

I found her some work from an internet source,

With a few ads here and there, she became a force,

She would make sales to the desperate and old,

“Forget your conscience,” I said, “you’ve got to be bold,”

“Promise them they’ll make thousands per day,”

She learned to take what they had and then slip away,

They were both bringing in money like most wives should,

In fact, I thought the three of us were really doing good,

So I began to dress better, for the sake of the company,

That’s when I met the owner’s daughter, a beauty named Shari,

She was spoiled by her father, rotten to the core,

She usually got what she wanted, and a little bit more,

Now I was trying to have fun, maybe flirt and that’s all,

But she thought we should go out and have a ball,

Shari wanted to have her way, I said, “Oh, no, you’re not,”

“We’ll do things my way, a man should call the shots,”

My life was getting complicated, but what could I do?

My love had grown large enough, to include Shari too,

Amanda and Kristi kept the fires burning at home,

And Shari was possessive enough to not let me roam,

My life was organized and nobody was out of line,

My wives were contented and my kids were just fine,

(To Be Continued)

When Love is Shallow, But Other Times Deep

Although Amanda and I were married way too young,

 She’s still great and I insist her praises should be sung,

 But she’s really tired sometimes and I have needs,

Everyone knows a man is supposed to spread his seed,

I knew Amanda and I should be honest from the first day,

That there were things I needed to say,

I didn’t want misunderstandings, or her to have pain,

So I figured if the air was cleared, we’d both gain,

We cuddled, loved, kissed, and talked,

But when she complained too much I walked,

Right out to my car and down to the bar,

After a few drinks I wished upon the brightest star,

That’s when the idea hit me, it really made sense,

Two people always together becomes way too intense,

I make good money, and if I used my head,

There’s no reason to fight when I could be loving instead,

On my next business trip I met Kristi and liked her a lot,

She was witty and charming, but she was also distraught,

Her finance had broken their engagement so drinks I bought,

She wanted my advice so I told her what I thought,

“The pain of a breakup is one of the worst in your life,

Memories of the good times cut your heart like a knife,”

I told her she should go where her hurting heart led,

We talked and we drank, and I took her to bed,

We made love several times throughout the night,

And when the sun came up it still felt right,

“You’re beautiful,” I told her again and again,

“This is a good way for your new life to begin,”

“You can’t stop loving because when it feels right,

You see the world differently, in a special kind of light,”

We talked about our desires and our future plans,

A few sales trips later I put a diamond on her hand,

 (to be continued)

"Love You, Need You, Enjoy You, Want You"

I want to listen to your heart as it sings to me,

The rhythmic cadence of a heart so true,

 Saying, “Love you”, “Love you”, “Love you”,

I want to swim in those eyes that beckon me,

See glimpses of what our future could be,

Seeing, “Need you”, “Need you”, “Need you”,

I want to savor the sweetness of your lips,

Sampling your flavor in small heady sips,

Tasting, “Enjoy you”, “Enjoy you”, “Enjoy you”,

I want to touch the softness of your skin,

Marveling at the curves and creases therein,

Hearing, “Want you”, “Want you”, “Want you”,

I want to feel your body as it talks to me,

Feeling the rhythms that beat so true,

Saying, “Love you”, “Love you”, “Love you”.

Flowers Along the Way

My path has varied from time to time,

Just like poetry when it doesn’t rhyme,

There are tasks I wish I’d done,

And things I wish I’d left undone,

But there are flowers along the way,

And strings of lights as bright as day,

Within the poems I wish I’d said,

The secrets of journeys where my path led, 

 I didn’t go to many faraway lands,

And learn the languages to understand,

But hearts I’ve touched with silver words,

Encouraged the forlorn with things they heard,

There are flowers I’ve planted where I’ve stayed,

And lights that twinkle where I’ve strayed,

 I may have wandered far and wide,

Yet I’ve learned to take life in stride,

I’ve tried to help those I saw in need,

Gave them strength, from bondage freed,

 I’ve planted flowers along the way,

And fastened lights as bright as day,

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring,

Though a twisted past I wouldn’t change a thing,

If you find meaning within these words,

Let it resonate with all you’ve heard.

"Sweaty and Dirty" (Part Three)

Relationships aren’t easy, but when your trust is strong,

Your love will outgrow your heart, you can’t go wrong,

Right now your heart is focused on your friend,

Take time to discover what you want, let your heart mend,

So far, I’ve not been impressed with how you’ve treated me,

When you’re ready to accept me as I am, then we’ll see,

I think your heart is too small within your chest,

I’ll be your friend and nothing more, I think that’s best,”

I left her in her doorway, her gaze fixed on my back,

She had things to think about, things she might lack,

A few weeks later her call woke me from dreams,

“Talk to me,” she said, “I need to face the truth it seems,”

“You told me the truth but I thought you were wrong,

I didn’t realize I was weak, and you were that strong,

I want to know you and not what you can become,

You made me see myself, how I treated you like scum,”

At first we talked and shared about superficial things,

As we relaxed we considered what the future might bring,

Yet as we talked I wondered if she would ever love me,

Would she share my dreams and forget her reverie?

That was the first night, there were several yet to come,

I wanted to love her, I truly tried, but my heart was numb,

 She gradually changed as she looked within her heart,

She loved me for me, but I didn’t know where to start,

I was still her friend, I thought that was for the best,

And I knew her heart had grown, deep within her chest,

I knew I liked her, even loved her, but I couldn’t trust,

Was her heart really open, had she cleared away the rust?

Three months had passed, it seemed an eternity,

We went out to dine, she had invited me,

She said, “My heart has grown, deep within my chest,

I can’t contain my love,” (and perhaps you know the rest),

It was difficult for her to hide her fright,

Her small voice quavered ever so slight,

When she asked, “Are my breasts too small?”

She was exposing thoughts, fears, her very all,

She had pulchritude, talent, and intelligence,

Everything I thought was of the essence,

Her eyes searched mine hoping to find,

That I had forgiven her and made up my mind,

If I loved her, she needed desperately to know,

More than a friendship, she wanted love to grow,

Who knows if I was thinking, but I took a chance,

I wanted a relationship with true romance,

She was a changed person, she loved me for me,

A deep love without conditions, all it could be,

She had finally decided she could settle for poor,

She didn’t know that she was really getting more,

I was hired by a company that was starting to grow,

Within a few years I became the CEO,

And Staci got someone who would treat her like a queen,

Forever and always, and the time in between.

"Sweaty and Dirty" (Part Two)

It was suggested I dress formal, I learned from a note,

There were also several emails, they seemed so remote,

Yet I obtained her address, phone number, and name,

This seemed like a secret mission, or a wild party game,

I bought what a saleswoman recommended, yet odd I felt,

Wearing a crisp dark suit, matching watch, shoes, and belt,

I rang Staci’s doorbell at seven, being on time was my norm,

She stared wide-eyed as if I was some unrecognizable form,

“You cleaned up well,” she said as she glanced from head to toe,

 Her expression changed from shock to grin, why I don’t know,

She wore a classic black dress, ready for a night on the town,

I thought, “This is special, my feet aren’t touching ground,”

On the way we shared small talk, about values and goals,

Yet she was not listening, her emotions had taken control,

She was talking about someone else, I realized it was her ex,

About what he wanted, how he was different than she expects,

At the party I was at her side when she greeted her friends,

“Who is that?” they asked in front of me, she says, “Oh, him,”

“He’s just a laundry worker!” scorn evident in her voice,

“I had to come with someone, I really had no choice,”

She saw my hurt, and realized how her words had ripped,

“That’s the truth,” she said, “you shouldn’t have lost your grip,”

Her ex was more than a doctor, a heart surgeon, to be exact,

He was surrounded by women who watched his every act,

Staci led me across the room, bravely clutching my arm,

“Pretend you’re interested in me,” she said, “Show a little charm,”

The doctor saw us coming and came across to greet me,

“So you’re Staci’s new love, or just her wanna be?”

I replied, “I think she’s too good for you, so show some respect,”

He laughed and said to Staci, “What did you expect?

He’s just a laundry worker, dirt and sweat are in his veins,

He’s not what I’d call first class, he’ll work hard with little gain,”

“I would have supported you in style, if you’d just let me be,

Not all of us are monogamists, as you can plainly see,

You could have stayed, accepting me for the stud I am,”

Staci shook her head, “I won’t be part of your adoring harem,”

For her the party was over, she had heard the very worst,

Instead of her changing him, she found her bubble burst,

“Take me home,” she uttered, her eyes filling up with tears,

 The drive back was very quiet, with me, Staci, and her fears,

I walked Staci to her door, then turned to walk away,

I froze when I heard her voice, “Please, I want you to stay,”

This would have been a perfect time, her cruelty to avenge,

Instead I chose a positive way, an alternative to revenge,

“Staci, you’ve been hurt and I want to be your friend,

But even though I’m gullible, I want you to comprehend,

You see me as a laundry worker, with a social ladder to climb,

I hope your relationship expectations change over time,

I think you’re wrong when you look first for status or wealth,

There are better things to look for as you strive for relational health,

Make a list of the qualities you want from your ideal mate,

Decide which ones you can’t live without, or leave it to fate,

(to be continued)

I'll Love My Neighbor

I’ll Love My Neighbor, My Community, and My World

When I was a child I felt secure in my mother’s arms,

I didn’t worry whether she would keep me from harm,

My world was limited because my vision was small,

But my understanding of relationships grew tall,

My nights were filled with moonlight and dreams,

Dreams of people who were part of a living stream,

Thus I began my quest to learn who they were,

And find where I would fit within this endless blur,

The search to belong became my secret song,

I wanted real relationships with the bonds strong,

Real questions that had meaning I wanted to ask,

To know my neighbors, was that too big of a task?

I wanted to exchange truth, not cause anyone strife,

Not to tell me they’re okay, then take their own life,

I wanted a community that found common ground,

Where people of all kinds were happy to be found,

My house would be open to all who passed through,

Not just for old friends, but even the new,

Failures of yesterday would become foundations for today,

Each mistake used to motivate to find a better way,

Relationships building up each other, with mercy and respect,

The rewards would keep returning, more than I expect,

I love my neighbors, my community, and my world too,

I would like to start somewhere, so what can I do?

No one was meant to be alone, whatever may befall,

You’re invited to my house, whether you’re different or not at all,

I’ll do what I can to share my life and maybe so will you,

We’ll build bridges across our differences and see what will ensue,

For all the world to see, our friendship would be on display,

If it’s all the same to you, there’s no reason to delay,

I’ll care for my neighbor like myself, compassionate and loving too,

I’ll seek good whenever I can, and that’s all I’ll ask of you.

"Sweaty and Dirty"

Forgiveness is a Positive Virtue

She was trembling as she stood facing me,

Was there something she wanted to see?

Her hands were pressed against her chest,

Then I noticed she was cupping her breasts,

It was difficult for her to hide her fright,

Her small voice quavered ever so slight,

When she asked, “Are my breasts too small?”

She was exposing thoughts, fears, her very all,

She had pulchritude, talent, and intelligence,

Everything I thought was of the essence,

Her eyes searched mine hoping to find,

That I had forgiven her and made up my mind,

If I loved her, she needed desperately to know,

The question she posed was far different though,

I thought back three weeks to when we met,

The circumstances were very hard to forget,

I had been downsized with an economy shift,

Turned loose in the jobless current to drift,

“Overqualified,” they would say to me,

“That’s just the way it’s got to be,”

That was the response I got from several firms,

Saying I had a doctorate opened a can of worms,

I needed work to keep paying my bills,

I finally found work by deemphasizing my skills,

A hospital laundry kept me from going deeper in debt,

And I tried to remain cheerful with no regrets,

Yes, I remember the day we first met,

My shirt was dirty and I was soaked with sweat,

I expected to be alone while I ate lunch,

Usually treated like a pariah by the hospital bunch,

Smokers gravitated to me because I was dirty anyway,

But I sprayed a can of freshener as two smokers puffed away,

“What are you doing?” one howled in dismay,

“You’ve ruined our air and now you’re going to pay!”

I moved to another table to avoid further trouble,

That’s when two nurses arrived bringing trouble double,

The cutest nurse spoke up quickly, she didn’t hesitate,

“That was brave what you did. I think that was just great!”

The other nurse nudged her forward, “Hurry up, we’re late,”

The cute one said, “Would you go to a party?  I need a date.”

“I’m just a laundry worker,” I quietly said,

“Why don’t you ask one of the doctors instead?”

Tears dripped from those bewitching eyes,

At first I didn’t believe she could tell me lies,

“Yes, I’ll be honored to go with you,”

Why she had asked me I had no clue,

But a hospital nurse of stature and style,

Had stayed and talked with me awhile,

There had to be a reason behind her smile,

Was there something about me that she reviled?

Or maybe it was just a set up for a cruel prank,

I couldn’t think of anything positive, I was drawing a blank,

In spite of my misgivings, I knew it was only a date,

If I continued to be positive I would determine my own fate,

I told myself I was just curious, I knew I didn’t really rate,

But I had forgotten about my albatross, my gullible trait,

(to be continued)

Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Fires, Floods

In this world there is so much to do,

Earthquakes shaking,

Buildings breaking,

Are you still waiting with a concern that is true?

Tsunamis rushing,

Water crushing,

Are you still watching but doing nothing?

Fires roaring,

Flames burning,

What does it take to get you moving?

Floods claiming,

Water drowning,

Earthquake, tsunami, fire, flood,

Lives changing,

Fortunes ruining,

These moments of life filled with blood,

Feeling an itch,

Wishing you were rich,

Do you only help when you’re in the mood?

Power outages,

Water shortages,

People hungry, and dying without food,

Hypothermia,

Treatable diseases,

Following catastrophes the need never ceases,

Nuclear disasters,

 Injuries long-lasting,

Whether the amount is great or small,

Is it pretense,

Or nonsense,

To be the kind of person who shares all,

What compassion,

What sacrifice,

When the world around you starts to shake,

Is your concern real or fake?

What steps should you take?

What changes in lifestyle are you willing to make?

Or do you close your eyes so you don’t see their pains,

And go blithely on, ignoring the crimson stains.

Music Has Always Existed

The shaman shared his secrets in a cave,

Where no one dared enter, even the brave,

It was time for his wisdom to be passed down,

His chosen one had to have an ear for sound,

For rhythms were the lifeblood of his clan,

Without his approval rhythms were banned,

She waited patiently as herbs were mixed,

He stirred the drinks with seasoned sticks,

“Drink,” he ordered and gave her a cup,

“This will excite the spirits that I call up,”

She sipped it slowly , then drank it all down,

Her world began spinning round and round,

Yet she listened and never resisted,

He chanted, “Music has always existed,”

“In the beginning it was cool,

When humans started using tools,

Rock against rock and maybe by chance,

The rhythmic pounding induced a trance,”

And he added, “Strong emotions were stirred,

When good vibrations occurred,”

He held up the wand that stirred the drink,

 He chanted the spell that made the link,

Between the other world and the wand,

Invoking spirits from far beyond,

The shaman paused, “ With this magic stick,

 I can contact spirits, heal the sick,

And on a tree trunk I can beat,

And the music will enter my feet,

Now I’ll take two wands and start,

Tapping to the rhythm of your heart,

You’ll feel the beat stir deep inside,

Release the energy you can’t hide,

You will sway your hips and dance,

You’ll help two people find real romance,

Create with magic the will,

For us to care for each other still,

The bonds that unite will not come apart,

When joy brings love into your heart,

To all kinds of rhythms, open your mind,

Show respect and love and you will find,

You will be held in high esteem,

I’ll dance to your music and listen to your dreams,

But for now you’ll warm me with your fire,

I’ll invoke the spirits to stir your desire,

And the rhythms of love will fill the night,

Creating special magic until dawn’s first light,”

As the Shaman’s apprentice she blossomed and grew,

Learning all he taught her until she was confident and knew,

The rhythms of music that would keep peace in their clan,

She taught women to dance so each could please her own man,

Magic was in the drums, in the beat that was played,

The magic wands set the cadence with skills displayed,

And the tribe danced with happy feet,

Dancing to nature, enjoying the beat,

And the rhythms of love would fill the night,

Creating special magic until dawn’s first light.

Rock On, Turn Loose, Let the Rhythm Entrance

If my house was on fire I would save my guitar,

How else will I ever be a star?

I grew up with music dancing in my blood,

Music flowed over me, through me, a raging flood,

My dad was a popular DJ on the radio,

His voice drew raves for being sweet and low,

He played the tunes and talked gnarley,

His playlists included records by Clapton and Marley,

Due to station requests he played American pop,

Although his listeners suggested he slow to a stop,

And play the music that was raging in New Orleans,

Amos Milburn, Fats Domino, and other artists of means,

So when he got home we would experiment,

Checking out the sounds we could invent,

Since he played instruments of all makes,

We often tried several different takes,

Mixing the sounds, adjusting the levels,

Discovering how strings sound on different bevels,

Putting in layers, laying the bass components of a melody,

Sometimes stripping the accents to let the sound go free,

But emphasizing the drums, that’s what I learned first,

I thought I had to play the drums or I would burst,

The drums and the bass made the most sense,

The other instruments were added as accents,

For dad, his life was here or there in his dreams,

But I wanted riches and fame that gleamed,

Dad was content and never strayed from home,

While I counted days until I could roam,

Friends would come over and we would play in the alley,

 Play for hours if they wanted, especially for Sally,

One evening just about seven it was her and me,

She’d hung around and I knew what she wanted it to be,

While I was putting complex layers of music on,

She was slipping complex layers off until they were gone,

Now I was younger and easily impressed,

With her slim tender body completely undressed,

She taught me a lesson to help me understand,

There was more than riches to make life grand,

Sally was there often after hearing me play,

But she kissed me goodbye and left one day,

My music became hypnotic arrangements,

Other Sallys dropped by, they came and went,

Electronic music evolved that tugged at the heart,

It spoke to me and became my favorite kind of art,

Dub music, ska, reggae, punk, I played them all,

Sallys everywhere let my throbbing music enthrall,

Opening their hearts to music of all kinds,

Learning from it, freeing their minds,

They showed respect for me while I played,

And stayed around after long, long days,

Their warm bodies were always on fire,

And sooner or later quenched my desire,

Peace and calm reigned when no one was in sight,

My music would sing softly throughout the night,

Now my living room has become my music space,

But if you’re restless like Sally, I’ll find you a place,

We’ll turn the lights low, let the beat enhance,

Rock on, turn loose, let the rhythm entrance,

Let the soft layered melodies stir you to dance,

Rock on, rock on, and feel the romance,

My music absorbs me, it’ll touch you too,

We’ll listen, we’ll talk, about all things true,

We’ll dance to rhythms beneath moonlit sky,

Then surrender together to love’s tender cry.