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Rick Rucker Poem
Powerless
By Rick Rucker
Do you suppose that Cupid planned my Fate?
And that I only learned it far too late?
Did he search the whole World over, just for you?
Knowing that I could not resist the things you do?
Or, did he change you into someone that I could not resist?
And that I would be a goner once we kissed?
Did he make you far too lovely to look upon?
And once I held you, all my sense would be gone?
Are you really, really what I see?
Or, are you just what I want you to be?
Can a man truly find the object of his dreams?
Can Love really be as lovely as this seems?
Until these questions are answered, I will stay,
Saying grateful prayers, for every single day,
I have no idea what I might have done,
That would have earned me the Love of The One,
The One that makes my world turn around,
The One that keeps my feet clear of the ground,
The One that has transformed my Life,
The One that has consented to be my Wife!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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Rick Rucker Poem
I Was Okay Before We Met
By Rick Rucker
I was okay before we met,
Now, the essence of You, I can’t forget,
Back then, I thought myself free,
That it was the way to be,
But it was self-delusion,
Meeting you shattered that illusion!
It simply isn’t fair,
Alabaster skin, and auburn hair!
When I saw You standing there,
I could do nothing, but to stare!
Our first date, in the morning,
You stole my Heart, without warning!
I believed it was just another meeting,
Polite conversation, toothy greeting.
Sitting across the table,
I soon found that you were able,
Things you said, tore apart my Brain,
With an ease, most insane!
You can take it to the bank,
I’d never met anyone else as frank!
You were so honest, and so open,
I found myself thinking of elopin’!
In minutes, my mind was seething,
I don’t know how I kept breathing!
I think that I still control my fingers,
The only power that I have that lingers!
I am no longer under my control,
You rule my Body, Whole!
I don’t think that I would complain,
Even if I could still work my Brain!
Across your arms, there should be a message, clear,
“Abandon all Hope, You that enters here!”
“This lady will give you the Chance,
To experience Searing Romance!”
As I near You, and smell You, all perfumed,
I know that I am surely Doomed!
I wouldn’t have it any other way,
Self-control is overrated, anyway!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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Rick Rucker Poem
Death's Messengers
by Rick Rucker
Death's messengers came for me today,
I eluded them, though, I crawled away.
Seeing just the smallest chance,
I sneaked into an ambulance.
I thought that it would surely fail,
That I'd soon be cold, and pale.
Noting that my blood did leak,
My future prospects seemed rather bleak.
One second, an iron horse riding,
And the next, my suit of leather sliding,
Down the road, at times bouncing,
My feeling of luck taking a trouncing.
I couldn't speak, my breath was leaving,
I knew my wife would soon be grieving,
I thought myself quite brave,
But I heard a medic say “Grave,”
Where I knew I soon would be,
On a hill, under a tree,
Thinking about the riding fraternity,
A biker through eternity.
Suddenly I felt a pain,
A searing blue flash went 'cross my brain,
Something just wasn't right,
Don't people say to “Go to the light?”
The only light that I could see,
Was red, and on a CHP,
Cruiser that was straight ahead,
Probably thinking I was dead.
Could it be that I would live?
How much fluid can one give,
And unfailingly survive,
Or , possibly even thrive?
I had to get into a hospital bed,
Before “THEY” knew I wasn't dead!
How fast can a medic go by rights?
Use the siren and the lights!
I wasn't feeling too nice,
But we got there, in a thrice.
Many doctors rushed me in,
Just one pain, from toes to chin.
To ease it, they gave me juice,
Soon, I began to feel quite loose.
Knowing that this dulled pain's talon,
I asked, “Could I take some home, a gallon?”
Seeing me under the weather,
The doctors all gathered together.
Discussing all the effects most tragic,
The witch doctors began to work their magic.
Soon enough, I knew I'd live,
I thought to take the time to give,
To The One that let me stay,
Above the ground another day!
I don't think about it much,
There's little pain to the touch.
The only legacy I carry,
Past cemeteries I do not tarry,
I haul as fast as I can go,
If I go a little too slow,
Death's messengers might see,
The one that got away-that's me!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2010
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Rick Rucker Poem
A Billion Soul Mates
By Rick Rucker
I don’t think that there’s one “soul mate,”
No more than there is a “perfect” date.
In searching for a match,
I easily found a glorious catch!
To say I love her, makes me a liar,
She simply set my Heart afire!
When I saw her, I felt Doom,
There she was, across the room,
I knew my Heart would not long last,
It would burn up very fast.
I saw her first, then she smiled,
Suddenly, my Heart went wild!
Her face was like a Vermeer painting,
Now, I was afraid of fainting!
I knew that I would fall in Love,
And said a prayer to those Above.
I was struck so hard by her beauty,
I forgot to do my “duty.”
In my hand, I held a rose,
But I was frozen, head to toes!
In front of me, the Love I seek,
Why can’t I get my tongue to speak?
Finally, with an effort heroic,
I tried to appear quite stoic,
And not drool all over her,
That we ate is still a blur,
The first thing that I recall,
When escaping from my thrall,
We were standing near her car,
The best date I’d had, by far.
As I watched her car leave,
‘Twas then that I began to grieve.
I knew I’d made the date a mess,
What she thought, I could only guess.
Driving home, I thought it through,
And decided what I’d do,
I’d not call her, in that way,
I wouldn’t have to hear her say,
That she’d not see me more,
Which would drop me to the floor!
After an agonizing week,
I called her, and in a voice quite meek,
And asked on another date,
“Yes,” her answer, I can relate!
A dozen more have we had since then,
We’re planning on what happens when,
We’ve become more than each other’s friend,
And we will be together ‘til The End!
And so, I’m trying to let you see,
That if a common guy, like me
Can find his Love, with this few dates,
There must be a billion “soul mates”
For each one of us,
A dozen on the next bus!
If you’ve not found her, don’t despair,
She’s just around that corner, there!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2010
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Rick Rucker Poem
Your Love Divine
By Rick Rucker
Like aged fine wine,
I’m intoxicated by your Love Divine
But I’ll not seek a cure,
Just try to be sure,
That with You I can stay,
And with you I will play
Life’s oldest game,
The one that changes your name
Given from Heaven above
The gift of True Love!
As we kiss,
I wish to be always be like this
Losing all sense of Time and Space,
As my lips explore your Face,
I don’t know
How long I can go,
But I hope to be
In Love like this, for a century!
Even if it’s less
I can truly confess,
That it was the Time of My Life,
When you agreed to be my Wife!
Now that I know it will transpire,
Before I expire
I will ever say,
I crave to savor your Bouquet!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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Rick Rucker Poem
Passion Should Not Be A Crime
by Rick Rucker
Why do some think it wrong,
To hold a vision your whole life long?
Like Doctor Martin Luther King,
His Devotion changed Everything!
And Gandhi was another one,
It took a while, but he got it done!
If there is a Cause for which you'd burn,
Pick up the battle flag, and take your turn!
If you don't like what we're doing to Earth,
How much of your effort is it worth?
You may pay an awful price,
But you'll be repaid twice.
First, you will have satisfaction,
The other is some likely action.
The soldiers need a leader stout,
To tell them what it's all about.
If you can cut through the Din,
Then your Cause can get a Win!
Your opponents will not last,
If, to your Vision, you hold fast!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2010
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Rick Rucker Poem
The Heart Is Not A Shield
by Rick Rucker
The Heart is not a shield,
Nor a weapon does it wield!
It doesn't stand a chance,
Against a BB gun, or lance!
You can lock it, tight away,
Not let it see the light of day,
But then, you would find,
That those who Don't Love are blind!
To the Heavenly Light,
The one that splits the lovelorn Night!
Doomed to crawl around, in the Dark,
Unable to see, missing Love's Unending Spark!
It is better to have loved, and Lost,
Than to pay such a Deadly cost!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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Rick Rucker Poem
Each One, Teach One
by Rick Rucker
Is there something that you do,
In a way that is uniquely you?
Can you write a poem, or build a raft?
Or some other art, or craft?
Teach a youngster how it's done,
Then have him show another one.
If you were to take the time,
You would feel so Sublime,
To give a lesson from one Older,
Letting him sit on your shoulder,
As you demonstrate the art,
That will become a treasured part,
Of his personality,
And he learned it all for free!
Then he can teach another,
Or even sister, or brother.
Through The Population, this could spiral,
Heck, it might even go VIRAL!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2010
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Rick Rucker Poem
The One
by Rick Rucker
When you have found “The One,”
That person that outshines the Sun,
Then you will understand the fuss,
Your heart convinced with the first buss!
Your lack of focus is normal, don't worry,
Love will guide your heart, don't hurry,
True Love is the force that cures,
Your heart of all the past sutures!
True Love has the power to change,
Your mind, to rearrange
Your whole life,
To take a husband, or a wife.
If all your life, you've lived alone,
Talking to suitors on the phone,
It's so nice to sit together,
Without the phone cord acting as a tether.
Something as simple as holding hands,
Takes on new meaning with wedding bands.
A wedding changes everything,
Makes you feel a Queen, or King!
That this person wants to spend
Their life with you, 'til the end.
What might have started out with lust,
Has ended with a promise: 'til dust!
Marriage won't be only Wedded Bliss,
But if each day starts and ends with a kiss,
Doing this, and other things,
Will mean you don't have to pawn your rings!
If you don't marry, out of fear
Angel's bells you'll never hear.
That gentle tinkling far away,
The one that makes you want to stay.
Imagine your surprise,
When you look into your lover's eyes,
Your Love, your spouse,
The one that shares with you a house.
Being in Love, after decades still,
Each one feeling marriage is a thrill
How long can True Love last?
I'll tell you when a century's passed!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2010
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Rick Rucker Poem
Jim Morrison Slammed The Doors
By Rick Rucker
Jim, I think all of your fans knew,
That we would not long have you,
In this life, you had a blast,
You just blew up too awfully fast,
If you had become that Film Director,
Perhaps the studio would have provided you a Protector,
Someone who wouldn’t let you do,
All the things that finished you,
Something tells me that you wouldn’t have listened,
So they put you in a box that glistened,
Buried in The City of Lights,
One of its most famous sites,
You told us how you loved Life,
Ironic, in view of your daily strife,
Your constant turmoil, and lack of sleep,
The crazy schedule only you could keep.
You were the spokesman for our generation,
To express our exasperation,
To tell the rest to wake up, and live,
To always find a way to give,
More than seemed prudent, or sound,
But that you had found,
That Life is ever moving by,
The best that you can do is to try,
To grab some for yourself,
Before you are in an urn, on a shelf!
We are all asking why,
Someone who lived so much, had to die,
I finally believe I have the handle:
It is something about both ends of the candle!
The double-ended candle's fire,
Did become your Funeral Pyre!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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