BARTENDER! BARTENDER! Pour me a drink if you please
strongest you got...get the lime twist it, with a squeeze.
Had a rough night last night..got a bug for your ear
Pour yourself a stiff one..buddy... come-sit right here.
Remember the man I told you about -I saw the other day?
Said it's his playground....ask me to come out and play?
I went over that night…my husband’s out of town-
Bartender…let me tell you..let me tell you what I found..
Mansion..pure mansion..from the front to the back
Money everywhere..he definitely has no lack
Bartender.. he..had..me- when he turned down the lights
He got closer asked me to stay even spend the night.
The dim lights, soft music, scent of his Drakkar Noir
Girl..I was ready what else could a girl ask for?
Just when I prepared to form my lips to say “yes”
What happened next.. go ahead take a guess
I tossed my head back to masculine scents of his cologne-
Another song began to play, girl it was my phone.
My husband was calling me.. he was on his way back-
Bartender, I thought I would die.. have a heart attack!!
I hurried up and got my shoes..coat and all the rest
If it hadn’t been for that…well..you know, I must confess!
Confessions To A Bartender
Beneath the weeping willow
A gentle figure swings
Her dress of white a-billow
While soft and sweet she sings
She sang within this bower
What song I cannot tell
Her hair bedecked with flowers
Blue Canterbury bells
And on into the gloaming
Is heard this pleasant sound
When stars begin their roaming
She lets her hair unbound
Then o'er her form the willow weeps
The night is still -- the child sleeps
I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
You've only you to blame, and no excuse.
Dating a beautiful redhead girl will be the greatest moment of my life. She’s like an Irish princess, even better. Her hair is so red, it’s as if she’s on fire. Her beautiful eyes are like a pair of emerald gems when I look at them. And her pale skin is as beautiful as pure, white snow. It seems to me that all attractive redheads are amazing, and most of all, they’re down to Earth. This redhead is also like a beautiful, Irish Princess, even from the Emerald Isle (Ireland). I never dated an attractive redheaded girl before, but it’s about time that I did. Plus, there are other beautiful redheads who are famous, like Kay and Danielle Panabaker, Emma Stone, Hayley Williams, Lindsay Lohan, Lily Cole, and others. Not to mention Julienne Moore, even though she’s happily married. I wouldn’t mind dating a beautiful redhead, but she has to be from the U.S. or Ireland. She’s like that redheaded warrior from Brave. She’ll be my Irish Princess one day (Irish girlfriend), and I’ll be her American prince (American beau). I say, if I were to get into a serious relationship with this attractive redhead, I won’t break her heart; I’d also be honest and truthful to her. I know that female redheads are sensitive and I also know that she doesn’t want to be brokenhearted. All I know is that if I fall in love with a redhead girl and I become infatuated with her, there’s just no telling.
The girl in the corner
With her headphones in
To drown out the voices
Screaming "your too ugly, your too thin".
The girl that wipes away
the tears in her eyes
Who hides her broken heart
Behind fake smiles and lies.
The girl who's always laughed at
because she is "unique"
One day you will realize
that little girl is me.
And one day I wont be laughed at
For being different or unique
Because one day ill be wearing
A pair of angel wings.
In Gods eyes were all perfect
There's nothing wrong with that
And the day I go to heaven
Ill stop getting laughed at.
Being the little sister in a family with mostly boys
Was very hard and difficult liking all their toys
I loved to play in the dirt , could throw any ball
Played "running bases", "tag", and loved "off the wall"
My sister was way older and she was never home
So I was forced to battle with my brothers on my own
I fought my battles valiantly, but each time I would lose
Being youngest in a family,I often became the muse
I cried many tears those many years ago
For competing with those boys,I had a lot to show
I grew older,strong, and smarter and chose a tough career
Cooking for a living in a man's world, I showed no fear
Those brothers had taught me to always fight for what's right
A women could cook as well as a man, and besides I had a knife!
IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.
In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.
This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.
Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
So long ago when just a teenager
Wanting all the things that spoke to a girl
I decided there was only one way
It seemed I should give employment a whirl
Small town, not many jobs to apply for
Finally got hired at the coffee shop
Found out I was the worst waitress ever
My humiliation just would not stop
I spilled almost everything I touched
Orders were often totally mixed up
The just would not let me make the coffee
Usually nothing in my tip cup
It was a learning experience though
And helped me learn about myself I know…
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder, where in time do such nights go?
Forbidden like a box all sealed up tight,
or like the burning Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,
you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain this part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night when Aphrodite let us see.
And I am more than blessed for loving you
forever and all time, as I will do.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Smiling profusely by my side,
Withholding the aura of my charm,
Thinking how possible is my plan,
Delirious is I as to my possible slide,
Subjecting myself to her emotional farm,
On the process of illuminating her beauty inside,
Now I think it's time to play the clown,
Deliberately displays humility I admire,
She's willing for a passion to conspire,
The wrongs she pleas are suspended by my frown,
If granted the privilege we could make a clan,
Distraction my tool of partial larn,
Seemingly naughty is her on a glide,
Interpretation of status we further seek to affirm.
THE BEST I EVER HAD
The smile that brightens my days
The hands that wipe off my tears
Brown eyes that create happiness
Dimples that hide the pain inside.
The heart that loves deep inside,
You the friend always on my side,
The love that lives in my mind.
only saying your name creates a smile,
That does not fade in our minds,
Always here though there are miles
Keeping us apart and in each other’s minds.
You the best I ever had,
The one I will never hurt,
But tease just to remind her of pain,
That brought us together in the same grain
Flushed all of it remained fully sane,
Cared of each other,
And faced the world together.
To see her smile makes all better,
Which is why I would never hurt her.
/THE LOVING OW-JAY
You left me a baby barely out of my crib;
Weakened without you, now stronger at last;
Black hole in mum’s chest, Adam took his rib;
It’s too late now, the iron has rust;
And to you Mother, my greatest woman on Earth;
In youth and all ambition you put your plans to yield;
I am a man now, still and always your son from birth;
I will always remember my promise to build;
To my love, my lily, my beauty, I see you;
Couple with me, let the cycle start again;
Through our youth and middle age I will love you;
So in death we shall feel no pain;
My whole life in a note but more;
With the three souls that made my core.
60's CRUSING IN WESTERN KANSAS
Around the square, Camaros belching flame,
in hot pursuit of Mustangs on the prowl,
we'd change the rules but never change the game
and love was what brought on the midnight howl!
Two sisters in a Plymouth, Daddy's curse;
hair rolled up tight into a flowered bun,
with gold from Colorado for their thirst,
would look much better as the night drove on;
and at the magic moment, loosed the hair--
the swap was on--and to the back seat of
the rolling boudoir waiting for them there,
as echoed from the pipes, the sound of love!
Their skinny feet left marks of show and tell;
For weeks the boys would pray, she wouldn't swell.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
She was lost, alone in the world
With no one to help her in life.
No one to listen and be her friend.
She never smiled, rarely laughed.
She kept to herself, talked only when she had to.
Everyday she slowly died inside
Could feel herself slipping away...
Further and further in the dark abyss...
Then she met him and she was found.
Finally she had someone to listen and be her friend
She smiled and laughed and talked all the time.
She felt herself coming back, bit by bit
She began to live again,
and she owed it all to him.
Dear little lady, we are those who've seen
The deepest you, when no one else would care.
Unswayed by media, we've always been,
Devoted to the girl we know is there.
Now it appears, as light must find its way
Into the dark, where stars are burning out,
More love's discovered, so the world must say,
Your inner glow is what you're all about.
There's been such deep contained there in your eyes.
Yes, you are who you've been, and whom you'll be,
And rescued from the vile, please realize
You've always been our little girl to see.
Dear Lindsay, rise you up above your bad,
And show the little girl we've always had.
© 2013 Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet.
Picture perfect! Paint the perfect picture,
Pictured as my mind defines true beauty.
PERFECTION posted permanent fixtures,
Providing this POET with his duty.
Premature appreciation? NEVER!
Pretty MISS riamichelle reserved it,
Purposely presenting us with clever
Perceptions of herself; SHE deserved it!
Please accept this ode, with an open heart,
Personifying your pleasurable
Presence. Your beauty is state of the art;
People, position yourselves, as I load
Plausible reasons for writing this ode!
When she dreams of following streams,
of childlike castles in the sand,
with ancient pebbles in her hand,
seen through brown eyes that gleam.
As the tides leave tales untold,
she sits among the scattered shells.
The sea gulls sound like ocean bells.
With sand too soft for her to hold.
She molds the dough into an art,
and knows that it will fade away.
Like secret whispers in the dark,
yet still she builds it everyday.
With girlfriend longing in her heart,
for sandcastles that will stay.
Unprecedented this obsessed attention
First a wish, awaken in fantasy’s mansion
Unraveling the beauty of her intention
Over the will of her emotion
Mutating through memory’s streets to future’s attraction
And still, fair is the underlying fascination
Offering her smile, time, and participation
Knowing he was hers by intuition
Obsessed? Yes, but wonder in expectation
Rest now, sweet wishes of sorrowful conclusion
Off he goes, not minding her conviction
Days, months and years passed like ration
Destined however, to be joyful amidst this fixation
Uplifting, as an imitation walks her dream to realization
She rushed away and left me here last night,
Upon the steps she left me here last night,
Because the clock was chiming she took flight.
I saw her gown disappear into rags,
The sequined silk was now scullery rags,
A servant’s dress she made with veggie bags.
The Prince of charm was looking high and low,
He looked here and there, above and below,
But no one knew where the pretty girl go.
His quest to find the girl to be his bride,
The only girl that could e’er be his bride
But first on her foot I must gently glide.
Ev’ry girl tried and tried to make it be,
But Cinders is the one who’ll step in me.
Form: Blues Sonnet
A bell tolls, and to its call I am bound,
Out of slumber wakes a boy age fancy:
How my heart trembled to hearken its sound
And gaze on your beauty, sweet Beverly.
You lived on Onslow where I did follow;
Sat beside at your desk I longed to be
While treading leaves home on Eden's hollow -
But sat my nemesis, sweet Beverly.
Those rosebud lips, that smile, your Gypsy eyes,
Rushed my pulse to farthest extremity:
When blameless hearts divide and virtue dies,
Lost are the days of us, sweet Beverly.
Its forgetting had for a long age slowed
My racing broken heart on Valley Road.
For Beverly: my first love - I was 9 years old.
Mt Eden Normal Primary School in Auckland,
New Zealand: circa 1969 - 1971.
Loving a beautiful Hispanic girl will be the greatest moment of my life. It seems that all
Hispanic girls are beautiful angels. Not only is this Hispanic girl is as beautiful as the
rest of the Hispanic girls, she's cute, too. When I saw this beautiful Hispanic girl, i
had butterflies in my stomach. But when this attractive Hispanic angel had entered in my
life, I had a gut feeling about this moment. This Hispanic girl is the sun that shines
daylight, the moon that appears at night, and my shining star. I find her very attractive.
And her black and multicolored hair is so smooth and silk, it's like holding a soft cloth
that was made in Persia or India. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me. If
this Hispanic girl were to be my real life girlfriend, then I'd show her a good time: I'd
take her out to dinner, take her to the movies, and/or a walk in the park. I see this
beautiful, attractive Hispanic girl as my friend, my soon-to-be girlfriend, my wife, and
the mother of my children. Me and this girl are meant to be together. And if fate brought
both of us in the same room at the same place and we fall in love with each other, then
there's no turning back.
This boy bought chocolates from the corner shop
He then picked some roses for his girlfriend,
Placed it in a box with a card on top.
Cause he didn’t have much money to spend.
This girl thought very little of herself
Each night and day she’d think of her boyfriend
She was so scared of being left on the shelf.
And dread that this love would come to an end.
This boy and this girl lasted a few years,
They weren’t kindly towards one another.
Realised was this one girl’s darkest fears
In time they had ceased loving each other.
Knowing her love had been ephemeral
She found sanction in a cathedral