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There is no way I can keep
My mouth shut, words will seep
Out when I am so annoyed
Seeing lovers overjoyed
Two hearts beating into one
Trying to live free and fun
Until some jerk lets it go
Having all the anger show
Because they don't care for the
Same sex couples who can be
Happy just like every other
But inside it really bothers
All your senses, you don't give
Consideration they can live
Without the fear of being hated
These hearts have patiently waited
For the world to finally see
All couples of variety
Have the right to love with no
Prejudice that others show
They've fought so hard for survival
From the hatred and denial
They can't be happily married
So when I see this wrong carried
Out by others I find
With an awful and closed mind
I have to give my opinion
There is never any reason
To be mean and loudly blast
Words calling them an outcast
They're normal as you and me
Unique qualities inside we share
So don't judge, snicker or snare
At others because they show
Their inside colorful glow
Ya know like any other Christian I go thru
my hardships & troubles and I start to question
this tug of war, this spiritual warfare of right & wrong
it's the same old song wit me, I give my all
and from the one I give my all too I don't
even get half. I wonder how many couples
can say imma livin testimony to what you
going thru thats actually happily married
and made it last, I'm tryna hold fast wit prayer
but this woman is nothing but a cake and with
each layer follows more deceit not many good men
know their worth but I do, I be damned If I put
up wit a cheating spouse the game of cat & mouse
been ova and now I gotta keep looking ova my shoulder
because I can't trust her. How am I suppose to make it
thru da storm when I can't even stand on my own two
my outside image says I'm cool but on da inside
there lies a man unconscious in a pool of blood from
his broken heart. What did I do wrong to deserve this fate.
I repent my sins, pray, stay honest, don't cheat, then I start
to think does this really have anything to do wit me. I mean
Job was one of God's beloved servants and he was taking
thru da test, Lord God I'm not tryna say I can't handle it
I know marriage ain't easy but why is it this hard, I'm not
arguing with your will or decision making skills because
despite it all everything works for the good of God
The truth about me is particular
as it's related solely just to me
for my circumstance and experience
is mine so only I can make this plea
Having struggled through school fearfully
stuttering not achieving much to say
as well as colour blind and not too clever
but in mid 20s God turned night to day
There truth grabbed me by the throat
this is real and true it said
follow and keep in particular step
it'll lead you to be fulfilled and fed
As Jesus my saviour filled me inside
His holy spirit dwelling fully within
enlightening my mind to His truth
showing His love forgiving my sin
Being avid reader all things good
learning history afresh a new thing
happily married being full of bliss
life's good melodious feeling a zing
In retirement now enjoying time
nature and colours as I walk
feeling so abundantly effortlessly free
my truthful life this is it, let's rock!
The Secret Of McGee's
Long Happy Marriage
McGee was holding down a stool
At McJock's Pool-hall and pub
When Finn came in wearing a grin
And his *** smoked down to a nub
He pulled up a stool, and sat with McGee
And gave him a pat on the back
"Congratulations, you old sod"
Then gave the bar a loud whack
"It's been forty-six years, since you've been wed
How is it you stayed with one lass
Divorce today is common they say
Marriage, not made to last"
McGee looked at Finn straight in the eye
Then took a sip of his stout
"Respect, one another" he said with a sigh
"RESPECT, is what it's about"
"She Respectfully asks for that she wants
And sometimes I'm put to the test
But especially when She's shopping, my friend
I Respectfully nod my head Yes! "
Most folks I loved
died when I was in my thirties.
Not just people,
but our San Francisco bohemian mecca lifestyle,
our 365 days and nights celebration
turned into an epidemic of waiting
and watching
and mourning our losses,
wondering about possibilities of survival.
What could remain for us,
for me,
for this place?
What could become my purpose
our passion
for any lonely future of diaspora survivors?
Then, in my early forties,
my closest remaining friend,
a happily married matriarch
with two adolescent children,
died of breast cancer.
Perhaps this was my final straw.
I have not constructed any deep
and reciprocal
friendships since.
This reminds me of my maternal grandfather,
who lived into his eighties
but as his quantity of years continued
his quality of celebrated convivial life shrank
through loss of two wives
and all their friends,
his generation of neighbors,
and then his hearing.
He told me
not long before he passed
he was not sure
if his loss of hearing was a curse
or a blessing,
prohibiting him from cultivating renewing friendships
only to be lost yet again.
My own hearing is not perfect
yet I seem unwilling to listen
for any more friends,
loved ones I could no better afford to lose
than those already gone.
Yet still I wonder
about therapeutic reasons for my survival.
As fertile celebrations fade to dusty memory,
my capacity to comprehend why I still breathe,
yet my generation of intentional families has long passed,
shrunk to incomprehensible mystery
as did my revered grandfather's hearing.
The best I can hear,
through this epidemic distance,
I rescued by adoption
then by love
four hurt children
no one else wanted,
and each continues teaching me how to love hims and her,
when I listen well,
in their distinctive needy ways and broken means.
Yet even here
with these final four
I night sweat in guilty worry
about how they could best thrive
when I can, at last,
no longer hear them,
nor they me.
Most folks I loved
died when I was young,
leaving me to worry
severed prospects for survival.
SEABED SOAKED
coconuts float from purple palms
in the tropics
thirsty for its watery alms
wet umbrella
a salad that tosses and turns
a fever burns
consoler massages my burns
my suntan bleek
warm winds cannot compete with skin
red raw and spurned
as you run off with youthful sin
down pebbled beach
her hair carelessly bleached from sun
hand in hand with
my crinkled, decrepit old one
her smile will fade
as red foraminifera
turns beaches pink
she soon will stand on graying sand
with missing link
flame from mirthful cheeks - fever’s fried
i laugh out loud
and snap a towel at backside
of seaside hunk
1/16/2019
Fiction - I’m happily married :)
Happily married there I was
my dearest Jean had been ill
but got worse phone doc he came
phone ambulance wait so still
Then off to hospital for emergency
but unknown so life will be alone
within few hours be a widow
my love loses life on her own
So I come home late at night
thinking this is me single again
married less than year it was
now future it holds what or when?
My bible I read and kneel to pray
asking God what can I now do?
into my heart an inner voice said
come to me my son I am true
So I bowed my heart to this Jesus
who had took my sins far away
this my night of transformation
God became real forever to stay
(Recalling my night of transformation when God came in and met me in my greatest tragedy to come along side me and stay for life.)
Born April twenty-ninth, nineteen forty-nine
in the small city of Bathurst, New Brunswick, Canada;
I am the third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys.
The product of a semi-dysfunctional family;
my upbringing was influenced by a physically abusive father,
offset by a loving, nurturing mother.
I'm gay, happily married, comfortably retired, and like to write poems.
My poetry touches on pain, fear, love, and social issues.
I tap my life experiences to convey emotions and explore feelings;
thus, my heart and soul are on display for the perusal of the world.
(Bio)
09,29,2019
I was really disappointed today
Was supposed to meet a dear dear friend
Things got in the way and sadly
Had to postpone our meeting again
I'm adopting her as my daughter
An honour that I accept with pride
Sadly her relationship with her real dad
Was very much on the rocky side
So I'm the fortunate benefactor
Of a soul that's longing this connection
I'm truly only too happy to oblige
As I shower her with affection
A real sweetie this dear dear friend
My undying love runs deep
Adore this girl more than words can say
With tears of joy, I weep
She's happily married with kids of her own
But there's been a void in her life
So honoured to be her replacement dad
Sure didn't have to think twice
People often ask me where my smile comes from.
Where do I find my happiness…my joy…my pluck…
When I ponder on it for a while…I think…perhaps…it’s just my luck!
It was just my luck to grow up with a Jewish dad and a Catholic mom
to weather their religious storms…
Just my luck to realize God can appear in many sizes, shapes and forms.
It was just my luck to grow up with blurred vision and a palate far removed from that of a gourmet…
Just my luck to be thankful for any food I have to eat…
and to see the world as a blend of colors…like Monet.
It was just my luck to attend a Catholic school…
where my faith in there god was beaten out of me…
Just my luck to discover my god in nature among the oceans the rivers…the trees.
It was just my luck to be a teacher instead of the football star I dreamed I’d be
Just my luck to understand over the years how much my students were teaching me.
It was just my luck not to be that carefree bachelor traveling the world…
to realize life can be complete…
happily married…raising a family in the same house on the same street.
It was just my luck to appreciate life doesn’t always follow a certain path….
or pattern… or format…
Just my luck to realize I wasn’t as lucky as I once hoped I’d be…
No, I was so much luckier than that!
So when I’m asked where my smile comes from…
Where do I find my happiness…my joy…my pluck…
I will always smile and I will always answer….
I guess it’s just my luck.