The Very Best A Man Can Do

The Very Best a Man Can Do

From out of the darkness,

Her voice pleads urgently,

“Get up. Come to me.”

“It is but a dream,” I said,

“There is no reason to get out of bed,”

But head checked with heart,

Knowing that reasoning against feelings,

Would only tear me apart,

Her sultry voice urged again,

“I only want to talk, and then,”

She paused, “I want to show,

Some presents I have for you,”

How could I say no?

Even in the deepest of night,

It sounded right,

I had no choice but to go,

I left quickly, wasting no time,

To claim what was going to be mine,

My brain daring to ask,

“What could it possibly be?”

She could tell that I had rushed,

Perspiration betrayed me,

My face was flushed,

To my regret and heart’s sorrow,

She said, “You should have waited,

At least until tomorrow.”

I had hoped at least for a kiss or a hug,

Now I merely gave a shrug,

“For you, your wish is my command,”

But I want you to understand,

How important you are to me,

And that’s why I’m here, don’t you see?”

Her eyes grew wide,

She laughed and then cried,

Then handed me a package wrapped in blue,

“This is for you,”

I opened the box carefully for dramatic effect,

“There are several things in here that I detect,”

She smiled a mysterious smile and asked,

“Are you ready? Do you want me to select?”

I nodded slowly; this was going to be fun,

She reached in and turned,

And handed me the first one,

“I think this is where you should start,”

Wrapped in pink tissue was a crystal heart,

“It’s fragile, so be careful with what you say or do,

And it will always be there for you,”

“The second gift is a bubble,”

She said with a grin,

“My love for you has no end,”

The third box was empty, completely bare,

She whispered softly, “I want to be the very air,

That you breathe everywhere,”

I did indeed get my hug and kiss,

And I think it would be remiss,

If I did not say that to this very day,

She has satisfied me in every way,

And I’ve tried my best to please her to,

The very best a man can do.

I'm a Man, I Refuse to Cry

I’m a Man, I Refuse to Cry

In the middle of the night,

I listen to your breathing, ever so slight,

And I smile,

Even though it’s been awhile,

I want to pull you closer,

And feel your warmth, your fire,

But I know we fought last night,

Over something that really doesn’t matter,

We went to bed mad,

But I’ve been lying here,

Thinking I’m glad,

That you’re my wife,

I want to feel your love,

What your response will be,

And know you still love me,

I whisper, “I’m sorry,” and kiss your neck,

I expect you to turn to me,

Or to say you’re still angry,

But there is silence,

And the quiet is killing me,

This is not the way,

It’s supposed to be,

After a long while,

You say, “If you wanted to make love,

You should have showed your love,

This morning and all day long,

You can’t expect me to warm up,

To react so soon and just go along,

I still can’t believe,

That you agreed,

With my parents when they said,

‘I was stubborn and unforgiving.’ ”

She didn’t face me,

And I could see,

She wasn’t ready to discuss,

Any problems between us,

So I rolled over, pretending to sleep,

The night was silent and so deep,

On my side I’ll try to keep,

Another battle she has won,

But the war continues on,

Does it matter what she’s fighting for?

And does she feel loved,

More than before?

As a rule I won’t whine,

I will keep my feelings confined,

 I’m a man, I cannot cry,

It’s an unwritten rule, I don’t know why,

I’ll be real tough, I refuse to cry.

The Seven Deadly Sins of My Dark Heart

The Seven Deadly Sins of My Dark Heart

 I was familiar with the seven sins,

For they resided deep within,

My dark, dark, heart,

I wrestled with some of them each day,

Knowing there would be hell to pay,

If I insisted that they stay,

My curiosity, one at a time, invited them in,

As if each one was a poor urchin,

Needing somewhere to play,

I think anger was the first,

I thought my heart would burst,

My wrath I could barely contain,

It frightened me and caused much pain,

And envy, I set my heart on,

The riches of others, the conclusion forgone,

For years you could color me green,

I wanted things I had seen,

I didn’t like being poor,

Gluttony, much to my on-going distress,

Was a problem, for I ate to excess,

But I exercised regularly to keep calories spent,

Obesity I wanted to prevent,

Yet I was not mentally content,

So sloth, or acedia, stepped in,

Because I was in turmoil within,

I couldn’t work or pray,

It continued day to day,

Some called it laziness,

But God found a way,

To get me on my feet again,

Although I didn’t worry about greed,

I had more than I needed,

And I wanted more,

Lust was always so robust,

And so easy to mistrust,

There were no considerations of love,

Or higher thoughts from above,

Just physical attraction,

A primitive mating call,

Wanting self satisfaction,

The biggest fault of all, my pride,

Where God’s world and my world collide,

I did things my way,

Not listening to what anyone might say,

I was a god of my own little space,

Bright, athletic, and fair of face,

Why bother, to think of others?

My own heart had the seven sins on display,

For me to see every day,

I wanted to kick them out and replace,

With other traits to take their place,

Humility, generosity, kindness, love,

Characteristics that came from above,

Self-control, temperance, and zeal,

I humbled myself and kneeled,

And prayed that the seven sins,

Would not have a chance to appeal,

And suddenly the sins that once bound me,

Were taken away, my heart set free,

Because of humble heart I was given grace,

And at the foot of the throne I took my place.

Jingle Poetry: POETRY POTLUCK - Beaches and Mountains...

Jingle Poetry: POETRY POTLUCK - Beaches and Mountains...

I Am of the Earth

I Am of the Earth
Though born of woman, I am of the earth,
The first rays of sun welcomed my birth,
Swathed in daisies in verdant lea,
The sweet smelling earth cradled me,
The cicada filled the air with song,
The hawk circled and cried all day long,
The grass and trees whispered my name,
And to mother earth I laid claim,
I have childhood memories of the rich soil,
Planting seeds with honest toil,
And warm mud oozing between my toes,
Knowing that in her bosom everything grows,
Crawling, creeping, teeming with life,
I feel the closeness, the peace, the strife,
I am of this hauntingly beautiful earth,
Where few have thought out its worth,
Its fragile shelter offering hope to a beleaguered mankind,
Offering sustenance to plant and animal of all kinds,
I am of this beautiful, living, fragile earth,
And I am filled with rich memories since my birth.

Jingle Poetry: POETRY POTLUCK - Beaches and Mountains...

Jingle Poetry: POETRY POTLUCK - Beaches and Mountains...


I Take My Walks Along the Milky Way
In my dreams I take my walks along the Milky Way,
The brilliance of the stars surprises me (as it does every day),
I am pleasantly surprised, for I think of you,
And the time we walked beside the lake,
I was silent at first, afraid to make a mistake,
Thousands of stars reflected upon the water,
And your eyes, kept me spellbound,
They were like none I had ever found,
Dark eons of nothingness I could fall into, and did,
For in your eyes stars twinkled,
I would have sworn it was the whole Milky Way sprinkled,
Glittering and beautiful,
And I, like a moth to a flame, was drawn in,
And at that moment I felt time begin,
That was long ago but the memory lingers,
How did I let you slip through my fingers,
As I walk into the dark recesses of night,
I, alone, know the extent of my plight,
How can I keep from thinking about you,
The night grows weary of keeping the stars left on,
And lets the lights blink out, one by one,
But I keep on walking, and keep on talking,
Just to myself about what should have been,
Until the sun chases me home, satiated with thoughts of you,
But even then, the sun catches the opulent splendor of dew,
And it sparkles and glistens like your eyes,
And thus you are immortalized,
For both day and night are filled with memories,
So when I take my walks through the galaxy,
Won’t you come along with me?
My heart will show you the path,
And we can go walking and leaping among the stars,
Holding hands, like we once did that long lost day,
Two dancing lights among the Milky Way.

Jingle Poetry: POETRY POTLUCK - Beaches and Mountains...

Jingle Poetry: POETRY POTLUCK - Beaches and Mountains...