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Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!

He conceals behind the blush of day,
nips in, then dashes back away
with grinning lips and silver bow,
he strikes before I even know.

A stranger smirk, I feel the spark—
my calm heart a blind bargain,
no shield, no plan, no grand excuse,
just twisted thoughts and love let loose.

Now here I am, without a clue…
when cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!

Portrait Of A Wave

Waves shape the sound of soaring sea
Ride the tides of what ought to be
Layer on layer out of reach
Breaking breakers bound on our beach
Stirring swirls make clear waters curl
Rolling rumblings leap to unfurl
Watery spritz that twist then sway
As bubbled foam pulls back away

Each wave differing grasping high
Trying to touch the spacious sky
Dreams drenched in schemes form a swell
A place where long lost droplets dwell
While watching waves we hear their call
Musing their constant rise and fall
This seen so many times before
Yet one yearns to see still once more



102 words couplet 16 lines  8/25
Colored Pencil Illustration by G.Gaul

The Pride of Santa Monica, California

Robert Cabot Sherman, Jr. was an All-American boy.
To his parents, Robert Cabot Sr. and Juanita, he was their great joy.
Gifted with acting skills and a great voice, his career went far.
In no time at all, California's native son became a star.
On television in "Here Come the Brides", he played "Jeremy"
This role cemented his tremendous popularity.

His first recording of "Little Woman" soared up the charts.
Bobby won uncountable teenage girls' hearts.
His burgeoning popularity was totally unquestionable.
Other hits that followed made him a big teen idol.
With all the attention he was getting, there was some strife.
Bobby decided to back away to a quieter life.
Yes, Bobby certainly accomplished much in his day.
At the age of eighty-one, he silently passed away.

Bobby Sherman
(1943-2025)

I thank Wikipedia,org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.

Wasteland of Failure

The outside is where I belong
The inside so filmiar 
A constant stride to belong
To fit the mold of what a man should be
Weak I am cancered by self denial
When will it end for me
Alone I be
What a disappointment
A shaded comparison of where I started
I seek something
But back away
When it gets hard I blame all but me
I am the cause of no resolution in my dimise
It's hard to see past all the flaws when they seem to out weigh the successes 
Torn apart from it all
Just dwell in the peices of insecurities 
What have I become
Lost in the shallow of a hollow man
In a world built in expectations I fall flat everytime
What is the reason for this prison
It's all in the past  part of my present
When will this future become  bright
When all around this body is a dark mass
Haunted visions ghosts of remembrance
This is how my life develops 
Within the carnage of love and hate I collide
Still beaten and battered but whos throwing the punches 
Me  a lesser verison of myself
Where do I go
Where do a belong
In the wasteland of failure for all to flourish except me.

The Line

Do not cross that line.
Go right to the edge,
back away
survive to draw another line
another day.

Sand is unreliable,
it shifts perspective
makes lines squiggle,
disappear
come back red with blood.

Every blustery vortex
has an invisible line
that runs through it,
an ancient dragon drew that line

and it is still waiting and watching
for you to step blindly
over it.

For the Life of Me

I swore I'd turn and back away,
Resist the call, from the lurking flay.
For the life of me, I could not allay the stay!

Before me lay a morsel, a mere tit bit.
A taste I took, another, another, but could not scoff remit,
For the life of me, I could not help it!

I told myself to turn away, to quell the surge.
To resist the temptation with a denial's purge.
For the life of me, I could not resist the urge!

Danger lurked, the danger warning plain to see
Alas, the hurt to me was not meant to be.
For the life of me, I could not flee!

For the life of me, I couldn’t figure it out.
Why was my will so weak, and prone to doubt?
That my life was so worthless, such a sellout!

Burning Dreams

Throw all your dreams into a fire,
A fire burning with failed desire.
But do not mind who let you down,
Look away, don't even frown.

Keep your face away from emotion,
Back away, the fire burns with devotion.
Don't let it burn you, like it burns most.
Reflect on yourself, what a terrible host.

Don't look for a meaning to all this commotion,
Walk away, forget, it's a simple notion.
The fire burns all, but do not regret.
You continue to stall, you stay upset.

Betrayal in Whelm of the sea

All around me, the ugliness and rays.
Those scrimshaw eyes, I’m dizzy with the haze.
My pulsepoint jumped, too cozy with our friend.
My arms and legs, in seesaw wave, betrays.

My husband grins with thoughtfulness and flounce.
With piquant sense, he’s unafraid of pounce.
It alarms me, the claustraphobic crowd -
The stingers rest - in whelm of sea they bounce.

I cannot bear flow’s untenable feast.
A turnabout…disconcerting…at least.
My lipshade sours, I back away, take pause,
As loving spouse does pet and kiss the beast.

Bring it on

Kinda lost right now. 
Do not know how
To point myself in the right way
Stuck in today
Did not think I would be alive 
All that jive.
Did not make any plans on what to do
True
They give me more life
Add to my strife 
More lonely for me
This is what I see
No one to talk to
No me an you
Sitting out in the wilds all I know
It does show
I want to leave
For what has been lost I grieve 
No trick up my sleeve 
My dog and I 
Reach for the sky
Teardrops none see fall
Huddled backs against the wall
Thankful to be alive, do not get me wrong
Life takes so long
What do I do next
Not to be taken out of text 
Looking only for beauty to fill my eyes
Clear blue skies 
Love is but lies
Back away from that ledge
Standing on the edge 
Hope for a better tomorrow 
Love, you can never borrow 
Hearts hold so much sorrow
More lonely days
Lost is my care free ways
Looking for home
To tired to roam
None in sight
A long cold night
I am the light
Standing strong
Life gone wrong
Turn this page
Lifes ever changing stage
Bring it on  
Bring it on
I will survive 
Long as I am alive

My last words for my cat

My cat is so beautiful, 
So saintly it appears, 
Yet selfishness reached her bones 

Sacrifices are made, 
And she doesn't realize, 
And sweat lost means nothing, to her

Greed replaced her heart, 
And her hypocrisy is a natural gift, 
And I'm torn as she set her back away

I'm running out of time my cat, 
And parting with you hurts more, 
Yet I must endure the pain, for cancer 
has no cure

My cancer near pituitary hurts, 
But leaving my cat hurts more, 
As I found nothing to fill her greed, 
Yet she might spoil other cats around her

Bedroom Eyes

Dark mischievous bedroom eyes 
Are laden with lust and laden with lies. 
They slowly cause my pulse to rise 
And always do me hypnotize. 
They exude passion’s lusty flame,
The flame that sears, the flame that maims,  
While masking their sinful secretive lies,  
Behind a seductive sexual prize. 

Should I stay, or should I leave?
I muse while my heart rides on my sleeve.
Such eyes have caused the death of innocence.  
And, as for love, they have no relevance. 
So, I back away from those sinful eyes, 
So laden with lust, so laden with lies, 
Because bedroom eyes are pools too deep, 
And always do dark secrets keep.

Eyes of True Love

Staring at the walls of an empty room
Is there still time for me to dream
Of a life that use to be
My head hung low
My heart all confused
Is there time for me to breath
Will I always be alone
I may not be the man you dream
But I could be the friend you adore
As I long for another beginning
The end Is all I see 
There was a time a smile was so easy to find
Now in my pain the frowns always lurk
I wish I had a hand to hold
But nowadays they seem so cold
When I reach for anyone
They all back away
Am I to damaged to be repaired
Or is the cover what you judge me by
In times of change I may seem lost
But someday I shall find all I seek
I am a mere person that wishes to be seen
In the eyes of true love.

Suds

The large, enameled sink
eats her red knuckles.
Mum bent to
her silent threadbare work.

I have new long pants,
I worship their long-ness,
how they stretch my young body
into an imaginary manhood.

Mum threatens to wash them soon,
I back away as her laboring ribs
speak.

My lips
make the shocked shape of 'why'!

Her hands keep thrashing suds.

Forgiveness

When you look at me this is what I see
No confidence no way you could be interested 
No chance in hell for a connection 
No way I could see myself with you
This trauma holds on so strong
The memories of my younger days
Come back 
No way such beauty could mingle with such ugliness 
The skies are gray all the time
When there is a little ray of sunshine in my life I back away
It's hard to breath When we speak
It's hard to look past all the flaws I see within me
I had no chance at love even though I fell head over heels
This pain is something real this wall no one has ever tore down
In your eyes I see within me weakness and trust issues
I see no future only past mistakes
To move on would  take more strength then I think I have
But in the end what matters to me is what I see in me is what those eyes don't see in me yet. FORGIVENESS.

Costuming Halloween Just Playing Here

Costuming Halloween

Masque my visage fast!
…So my eyes bulge out, drunken red, and give me
    purpled, hairy lips and cheeks to complete 
My bloodcurdling look — Yikes!
So scary…Not sweet!
So chilling that Halloween’s 
Gross memories of seeing me will not be beat!

Then, when I float from door to door,
Levitating on a smoky breeze,
To greet the folks’ aghast gazes, I’ll growl
    with a phantasmal voice to haunting, I’ll declare,
“Boo!  Trick or treat!” and 
They’ll step back away as if shock could kill, but
Thrilled, gasp, “Hey!  Your costume’s a blast!”

Whereupon, I’ll begin my Halloween act
By morosely sharing, “T’is not a costume at all,
But my natural state…’T’is my own gross, gremlin grin;
My own foot-long ears; my own outlandish, fear-frizzed hair, 
That altogether has me wailing, especially on
       H a l l o w eve n  night
      “BOO-hoo!  Boo!  Boo-hoo!”


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(c) sally young eslinger 10/30/2023
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