Best At Heart Poems
She's just beautiful,her outfit is of the latest style,
hair is perfect not a one out of place.
Long maniured nails ,done in a salon,
down to the makeup ,perfect on her face.
I groan inside,another meal out,
i'll have to take out a second mortage to afford.
Another night on the town ,a mall shopping spree,
donating blood untill I'm 100 ,please help me Lord.
Hey lets do something fun tonight.............
Then......then theres this girl,cute
she's a tomboy ay heart.
What do you want to do tonight,anything,
anything at all,a movie,fishing,something kinda fun.
We could go to the ballgame in our teams colors,
grab some fries and a hotdog on a bun
Wearing a beat up old ballcap,hair in a pony,
faded bluejeans,and her favorite good luck shirt.
She has a lithe spirit,that come easy smile,
someone to tease with no feelings hurt.
No long fancy dresses.or high dollar gowns,
sleeping apperal simple, just my old beat up tee.
Waking in the morn ,her hair all a mess,
green eyes still sleepy ,true beauty I do see.
Give me forever ,a girl
who is a tomboy at heart.
I swore I’d never let myself get old
That time and I would always be good friends
It’s all just attitude is what I’m told
Well, tell that to my broke back as it bends
I swore I’d never go to bed at nine
The nightlife that I knew would always be
To dance ’til dawn would always be just fine
Well, tell that to my swollen, creaky knee
And yes, I’ll always dress like Brummell, Beau
A tux, a tie to trot around the globe
Don’t look too hard, you wouldn’t want to know
I haven’t left the sofa in my robe
I swore I’d never let my hair go gray
There’s dye for that and for my mustache too
I guess that’s what I thought back in the day
But now a silver fox looks back at you
So in my robe in bed at nine o’clock
With aspirin for my aches and pains in hand
I’m happy with my dreams and missing sock
I’ve had enough damn dancing, ain’t it grand
I wish I could watch Saturday morning cartoons in my pajamas.
Or be able to hold a teddy bear, when a storm frightens me.
I want to chew pink bubble gum, and blow bubbles as big as my head.
And, eat an entire bowl of ice cream without thinking about calories.
I just want to go roller-skating, or play hopscotch, or jump rope again.
How I long to go outside and build a snowman or a sandcastle.
I would love to sit on a swing, or a teeter-totter, and go down a slide.
Or to print my name with crayons and bring color to my world.
I want to believe in Santa Claus, again, or that reindeer can fly.
I'd love to put on a costume and go trick or treating on Halloween night.
I wish I could believe in magic and unicorns, leprechauns and mermaids.
Or believe that I can fly away to fairy tale lands with pixie dust.
I want to blow out the candles on my birthday cake,
knowing my wish will come true.
I want to think that the scariest thing in life is the monster under the bed.
And, the worst thing that can happen
is having to go back to school after summer vacation.
Who says I can't?
I entered a village in Algonquin park
as dusk approached the tattered edges of dark.
And fell in love with the bucolic setting
all except for the mosquito’s blood letting.
The pine smell was redolent riding each breeze
carrying halcyon memories of trees.
And for a fugacious moment I felt lost
amidst the penumbra where I weighed the cost.
I could find a safe inglenook or camp out
a vestigial whiff of pie gave me doubt.
And taking that as a harbinger of treats
to come I headed to a lodge with grass streets.
My ephemeral connection with the Earth
somehow gave my sempiternal soul rebirth.
For I felt rejuvenated young at heart
and with each footstep felt my tensions depart.
Your heart is as gold as a summer day’s end;
Most Gentle as the breeze that makes grain ‘neath it bend;
Warm as heat from the sun that to earth doth descend;
And as free as the flocks that the shepherds do tend;
For your love is as bold as the twilight’s rich blue,
Yet is sweet as the blackberries, vibrant in hue.
As sustained as the sunrise, awaiting night’s cue,
And how much do I love thee, if only one knew!
If compared to the most beautiful summer’s day?
Tis true I am no Shakespeare, and homage I pay,
But were I of his mind, still no words could I say
To describe e’en in slight one worthy of such praise
No not summer nor winter nor autumn nor spring
Could compare to the love and the joy that you bring,
And if love were a song, then to you would I sing,
For most precious is love, above everything.
Though your eyes may not see it
when you look at me;
I am a child at heart.
Into my Crayola box of colors
I dive and dance;
my crayons, my best buds, shout,
“Pick me…pick me!”
I can’t decide and close
my eyes and grab one;
how it haughtily gloats upon the
page I am coloring.
I get excited when I color;
my crayon shouts,
“Don’t squeeze me so hard!”
I nearly drop it; I wasn’t expecting that;
crayons don’t usually protest.
When I am finished, there’ll be
jealous crayons who weren’t picked but,
I tell them, another picture is for you;
and they calm down.
Coloring releases my muse to play.
Children laugh when I tell them about
my competitive crayons;
It inspires them to color-dance
along with us.
2-4-19
Hundreds of hours for a moments exposure,
When so many doubt you passion lifts helps composure,
Make sure shop looks fit,
nice and neat,
Bottles straight,
service cant be beat
Customers walk in
always greeted with JOY
Go the extra mile
No strings attached or extra ploys,
40 hour workweek?
Haha, that's for wimps,
Following a dream makes happiness,
That's a hard concept to grip
Financial stability,
At some point it hits,
The Pros always manage,
They tread along with the grit
Young at heart
Well that’s a start
You’re only as old as you feel
Isn’t that the deal?
Well in my heart I feel young
But when all said and done
Being young at heart, let’s face it
Still means you’re older in other places
Like in a dream I see it
Angels charging from the sky
Mighty warrior on a white horse
With blazing fire in his eye
Coming to bring justice
To make this world right
Jesus take me with you
When you fight that final fight
We are one nation united
Under You My God, My Lord
For liberty and justice
We always don our sword
Never do we back down
We have You on our side
Jesus take me with You
When You make that final ride
Rumblings heard from heaven's way
An eruption splits the sky
An avalanche of white on white
Charges down from on high
Evil gathers armies
An attempt to go to war
But The King of Kings, The Lord of Lords, slays them with His sword
Jesus take me with you
dress me all in white
Mount me on a white horse
For that final fight
I know you sure don't need me
But let me have a part
Though I'm old and tired
I'm still a soldier at heart
Dale M Totten 2010 Rev 19:11
To soldiers everywhere !
While skimming pebbles on sapphire sea,
You caught my eye with a cheeky smile,
Then later still we set our Pooh sticks free,
We watched them sail away in single file,
No grown up talk as I like you crazy, see,
So what if sometimes we play juvenile,
For soon enough you’ll kiss my waiting lips
And grasp love’s gentle breeze on fingertips.
Form: Ottava Rima
I am just a Zombie
And I feel a little balmy
Until I get some coffee in me
Then I dress a little slummy
Kind-a like an ancient Mummy
As I sit and watch, morning TV
I'm just a monster at heart
When I scratch my scapula
I make a perfect Dracula
My arm, hiding half of my face
I look into the mirror and
I see a hairy man
Then shave until the Werewolf's erased
I'm just a Monster at heart
I'll never be on time
Walking like I'm Frankenstein
But I hate this stupid job anyway
So, I will be less physical
And make myself in visible
Then quit this job and just slip away
I'm just a monster at heart
Anointed country with a city crush
Tall buildings make me blush
Up to my ears in Georgia peaches
Urban desire boldly breaches
A chiseled orifice that I wear
The country folk tend to stare
Wheat straw, in between their teeth
Around their neck, a red wreath
Bare feet on thick red clay
Rooster cries at the sight of day
Birds chirp a George Strait song
I rap with Sisqo about a thong
No one seems to comprehend
The time in daydream that I spend
Wishing I could click my heels
And awake in a high rise, the city's gills
Despite my efforts, I reside south
Just beneath Atlanta's mouth
Lips of lights, beauty glows
Air tight, forever closed
I used to believe in helping those
Who can’t help themselves
Now it seems that it is me
who is need of help of someone else
being a wheelchair man I believed to be included into society
not to be hidden away and kept silent like it’s forbidden
to be a human too and not in some library
where they study defects of the anatomy
where the physically challenged will be studied under a canopy
of ignorance
I enjoyed being counted as a pioneer
By breaking the institutional curse of being dependant
On a social grant
by being independent I was hell bent
I believe my energy is well spent
Providing for my wife and daughters
Used to be a piece of a cake
Now I’m under pressure gritting my teeth about to break
I fade away in silence because
Being a wheelchair man is not for the faint at heart...
forty years old
playful companion to a five year old
woody doll in one hand
buzz lightyear in the other
flying through the air into the yard
Do you remember the day we first met?
I can still remember it like it was yesterday
Or how we sat up that first night talking and laughing
Then I think of all the sweet text that I’ve saved
I even catch myself going back thru them
Just to see every ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’
Letting old conversations replay in my head
How I ever let you go I’ll never know
What I would give just to call you mine again
Every week you leave me more and more confused
Last night you laid in my bed and there you stayed
All night long you held me in your arms
And I didn’t know what to say
For the moment everything felt so perfect
It’s the way you hold me in your arms, the way you kiss me, even the way you smile at me
It all gives me hope that maybe just maybe a part of you is still in love with me
And yet as usual we will go our separate ways
So many unanswered questions
So many things left unsaid
And I’ll spend another week
Wondering what it all meant to you
Or if it meant anything at all
But I’ll let you walk away
Without so much as an ‘I love you’
Or to tell you I wont stop thinking of you
And I’ll miss you every moment that you’re gone
Hoping that even if you don’t love
Even if you don’t miss me
Maybe just maybe I’ll cross your mind
And I hope that when I do
You know that wherever you go is where my heart will be
And when you look at the stars that light up the night sky
Know that I am looking at those same stars
Wishing I was there by your side
Baby I still love you
That never changed
I just don’t say it as much as I used to
Actually I don’t say it at all anymore
But I do still love you!!