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Shakespeare Could Have Cast You

You had me oblivious to your antics, 
as you hushed me tenderly by the creek 
into your hide and seekable 
soul-surrendering secret relief. 
There, you cottled me into softness 
with a simple chin caress, 
which continued to smooth 
the entire twisting course 
of my delicate remorse. 
My garments shifted 
from their skin, 
slipped into the witnessing wind. 
You convinced me to sin 
so remarkably, so recklessly, 
for one worshipped glide 
of feigned intimacy. 
I bemoan my mixed senses 
behind the curtain of uncertainty. 
Oh, Romeo, if only I'd known you. 
If only I knew that  
your prestigious people-pleasing smile 
was practice for the play. 
That those granny pleasing manners
and Band-Aid banter
would soothe my soul to sleep.
That those jovial jokes 
and caramel coated coaxing 
would lead me quietly to the creek
where your meaty man hands would span 
the length of my virginity and beyond.  
That your chivalrous, chiseled chest 
and incandescent camper's scent 
would be compressed 
against my gentleness. 
By this indulgence 
I had relinquished your respect 
and you had tossed my trust. 
So dissolved the blending of lust, 
and with it the end of us. 
Your camouflaged fibs 
of forever love
would continue deep 
through the space in my ribs, 
into the closing scene. 
Romeo, so applause-worthy were you 
on your secret stage that 
Shakespeare could have cast you
just as you had cast me.

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You, Me, and Candy

Love is the essence.

Your presence is flavor.

I'll savor you "Now and Later."

Your sweetness is one,

of many candies,

not just good night pillow mint "Andes."
 
I'm a "sucker" for you,

like an "Everlasting Gobstopper," forever true.

Even if there's "Mounds" on the "Rocky Road,"

we'll "Crunch" it out and keep our oath.

You gave me a "Ring Pop" and I said, "I do."

You're forever my "Sweettart" and I love you.

 
 
You know I'm shy, but a great romancer.

"Red Rope" me in, like a "Jolly Rancher."

Let's make it "Good and Plenty,"

as true love's meant to be.

We'll start with "Hershey's Hugs,"

then we'll twist into "Kisses."

Doesn't that sound delicious?

I'll lick your "Necco,"

as you tickle my ears.

My "Snickers" are so hard,

I'm brought to tears.

I'll "Rollo"-ver and purr like a "KitKat"

while you tenderly rub my back.

"Mr. Goodbar," you're way above par.

You make relaxing easy, 

like bendy "Laffy Taffy."

You give me "Red Hots" with your fingertips.

""M"mm "&" "M"mm," are upon my lips.

Take me to "Mars," in the "Milky Way,"

Take me anywhere, as long as you stay.

Call me "Baby Ruth," or whatever you please.

Call me your girl, or a playful tease.

You're a little nutty, my funny "Almond Joy."

When it's "Reece's," I'll play with your toy.

You're not so shabby, fancy "Sugar Daddy."

We'd make great "Sugar Babies."

Maybe with lots of practice,

we might have "Twix."

We could name them "Mike & Ike,"

or something we both like.

You're such a "Big Hunk,"

and I love "Whoppers."

Let's make this night one of many non-stoppers.




(Candy names were originally in bold instead of quotations, but it didn't transfer over 
correctly.)

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Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down

To the tune of "Santa Clause Is Coming To Town"

You better look up,
prepare for His sight.
The Lord will come back
some day or some night.
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He's making a list.
He's paid the great price.
Who's going in route
to His paradise?
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He sees you when you're breathing.
He knows you need His grace.
He knows that we have all been bad,
but He died to take our place.

With bright Seraphim and bright Cherubim,
Trumpy trumpets, and drummy drum drums,
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He sees you when you're weeping.
He offers His embrace.
He knows you like nobody else,
yet He loves you anyway.

You better not doubt.
You wanna know why?
Your life could end soon.
There's no second try.
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down


12-01-2013

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Hello, January, We Need To Talk

I've been waiting up late for you,
watching the clock like a featured film.
Suspense waits no longer.
Here you arrive at 12 am
with a firework's bang.
At this hour,
this is your greeting?
Hello, January,
we need to talk....
I haven't seen you in months,
and you come barging in.
You come on so strong,
but sometimes you can be so cold.
You let me down last time you were here,
like torrents of hail and snowy hills.
Ah, snow can be fun, though,
and you did warm me up
with hot cocoa and a blanket.
Thanks for your reviving comforts.
What I'm trying to say is
that I've missed you,
and I forgive you.
I hope you can forgive
my past as well.
I'm sorry about my negative attitude
and my disorganization.
We should go on walks more
and eat healthy meals together.
I promise I'll be kinder,
and I'll try to appreciate
all the good you offer me.
Can we now start anew?

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'twas the Night Before Christmas and Christ Was Left Out

Twas the night before christmas 
and Christ was left out,
with no peep of the Good News,
no mountainous shout.

Stockings were hung 
by the chimney the same, 
but no one made mention 
of the Savior's name.

On this sacred night
there were still shopping plans.
Their heart was poured out
through money changers' hands.

'Twas the hustle and bustle
of past Christmas Eves.
Once deemed a holy night,
now a den of thieves.*

Folks went into debt
for the pleasure to give,
not counting the cross
and what it cost to forgive.

Presents were plenty.
Wish lists were fulfilled,
but they didn't thank God
for the blood that was spilled.

An "X" had replaced
the unspeakable name.
Christmas without Christ
was now one and the same.

'Twas the night before Christmas 
and Christ was left out.
The townsfolk had forgotten 
what Christmas was about.

Merry Christmas to all; let Christ become your light.

*Matthew 21:12-13

And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves, And said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves."

12-2-19

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I Forgot About You, But I Don't Remember When

I forgot about you,
but I don't remember when.

With all the thoughts inscribed to you, 
I once had to chase the pen.

My mind's now like an empty gas tank.
Oh, the roads we traveled... I can't get there.

The dedication page is blank,
because I can't remember what or where.

With all the adventures lived without you
and every brand new start,

with life otherwise filled, now I doubt you
ever existed in my heart.

Senility is what gets me through
each memory from beginning to end.

I forgot about you,
but I don't remember when.

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You Can Hug Anyone You Want To

(This poem was inspired by my friend's grandma who said, and I quote, "You can hug anyone you want to." I dedicate it to all the sweetie poets who give "hugs.")


You can hug anyone you want to.
It's something everyone can do.

(There are many reactions from one act.
Proceed with caution so you don't get smacked.)

You can hug any way you like.
Keep it loose, or grab 'em tight.

Hug with a manly guttural noise,
or hug like a lady with grace and poise.

Sometimes just one hand will do.
Hug the way that best suits you.

Hug to ward off tears and sorrow.
Hug like you're going to die tomorrow.

Hug sister Suzy. Hug uncle Al.
Hug anyone to make a new pal.

Hug 'em big. Hug 'em small.
Hug 'em one. Hug 'em all.

Hug 'em in a group or two by two,
so the pleasure's not all about you.

Hug with a spin. Even make it an art.
Just make sure you hug with your heart.

It's as simple as a shoulder shrug.
Everybody could use a hug.

You can hug anyone you want to.
Watch your back, cuz I might hug you.

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Tongue Twister

Come hither, Mister Delicious Sir.
Satiate my craving for saturating kisses.

Read these ready lips like romance fiction.
Practice your best parched desert depiction.

Slurp up this mist smorgasbord to savor
cherry chapstick and cinnamon disk's flavor.

Caress love's breath, pressed against companion lips.
Twist with saliva's textured slides and slips.

Play tongue tag like young ones chasing.
Stencil silent speech, each moment embracing.

Sip freely from the flowing fountain of Venus.
Spin to the rhythm of the heartbeat between us.

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They Hold Me Together

With ball point in hand, 

 I write anew. 

 On tablet command 

 my point-of-view, 

 one for only them to see.   
     
 These two objects won't disagree. 

 I hold them together, as they do me.

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Daylight Savings Time

The sparrows don't know 
we're saving daylight,
still rising at the same hour.
Hearing squirms of worms, 
their wings take flight.
Over nature man has no power.