A Really, Really Bad Poem

A Really, Really Bad Poem

All I want to do is sleep

Wake me and you’ll hear a beep

I plan on laying quietly in my bed

No, I don’t even want to be fed

I just want to dream of you

Without listening to you argue

I want to see your kisses

But, only in endless flashes

Maybe when I awake

We can get some whiskey and partake

Get as drunk as we can be

And I am sure I will have to pee

I will let you know that you have won

It is you that I will never, ever shun

But, always know that I love you

Even if you can be a shrew

And that will be the last line

Because I don’t want this to be asinine

I Will Never Say Goodbye

I Will Never Say Goodbye

I remember

That moment when we said hello

That word made my heart glow

My love for you began

When I looked into your eyes

And it will never, ever die

Forty years later God has taken you

But I will never say goodbye

And I do know what that implies

But that word is too final

I will see you in Heaven

And once again, we will say hello

Beauty Of A Rose

Beauty Of A Rose

You have closed your eyes for so long

Not allowing yourself to see beauty

You didn’t want to see it in others

Cause you never saw it in yourself

But, just like the red velvet of a rose petal

The scent it gives off to attract

Your beauty cannot be hidden

Not behind a mask

And not in your heart and soul

Look out from behind that mask

Look into the eyes you share with the woman in the mirror on the wall

And see what the rest of us see

The beauty of a fragile rose

Who does not know what she is worth

Peninsula Ohio

Peninsula Ohio

I am a big city boy

Raised with skyscrapers

Crowds of people

And noise beyond description

My favorite memories are not of the city

Rather a small town

Home to less than a thousand people

But a haven to a teenage boy

It had one police car

One bar and a general store

With a church on the corner

The people were friendly to a fault

Uncorrupted by the stresses of the city

I will always remember the milkshakes

The richest chocolate ever tasted

And the merging of the Cuyahoga River

With the antique Ohio Canal

Currents and waves made a visual music

With changing melodic tones

I am grown now

With sixty summers behind me

Still, that small town sticks with me

I know it will have changed

But, I pray that someday I will go back

And those milkshakes will still be there

Pain

Pain

No one knows what she has experienced

The beatings she has taken

For something she never knew

The broken bones which cause her to suffer

Suffering which she only does alone

She watches others who are happy

She hides behind a pathetic smile

She looks fake happy as they walk by

Holding hands and kissing

Only then the truth shows itself

The pain in her heart becomes too much

And she knows that she is alone

Flowers Of Hope

Flowers Of Hope

The icecaps are melting

Storms tear apart the massive seas

But, the world is still drying

The world is slowly dying

People talk and talk about what to do

Making money from the Earth’s problems

In the end let them talk

For they will soon be long gone

Along with everything on a fragile planet

All blowing away on a long dead field

Past the only life which Earth forgave

A beautiful, gentle flowering plant

Just enough to give hope

Hope to those who take over

Hope that they will do better than we did

But, then again, how could they not

Coffee

Coffee

You really have no idea

How valuable you are

You make our hearts beat

You sharpen our minds

And you open our eyes

We look forward to seeing you

Whether it be morning, afternoon or night

We miss you when you are not around

Black, white or brown

Iced or steamy hot

Large or small

You have no idea about all you do

How many lives you have saved

How many drunks you have cured

Everyone simply knows you as coffee

Not as the savior we know you can be

So, bless you coffee

And we will see you in the morning

Kisses And My Barstool

Kisses And My Barstool

Night after night

I sit on the same barstool

Remembering you

And everything we had

When we loved each other

But that was so long ago

Now I only have this bar

And shots of Jack line up before me

A million shots

One for every one of a million kisses

Kisses I lost so many years ago

Kisses that we should have shared

Many say I may have a drinking problem

But I know that I have no problem

I know the drinks take my memories

And they allow me to become numb

And not suffer from my depression

And, although I still think of you

It doesn’t hurt as bad

At least for a little while