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The Plain Guy

The Plain Guy and the Beautiful Woman

“Now would you look at that” he said to his Pal at the bar as he nudged his shoulder.  “Look 
at that beautiful woman and who she's with”.  His pal looked over his shoulder to see one of 
the most elegant women he had ever seen, arm in arm with a man rather short, balding and 
rather plain looking.  “He's either got money or a big slong...who knows maybe both.  How 
does a guy as unattractive as he is get such a woman?” replied to his friend who nudged 
him.  “I don't know, I just don't know.”

Hey let's have some fun, come on, follow my lead.  

Hi there,  I'm Fred and this is my Pal Murray.   We saw the two of you come in and well, we 
just had ask you both a question.

The rather plain man spoke up.  “Excuse me but we don't entertain strangers with answers 
to questions we know nothing about.   Your both rude and condescending.  Now please 
leave at once.”

Fred and Murray were not easily dismissed.  Hey wait a minute pal.  We have an important 
question to ask the lady here.

The beautiful woman leaned to her husband and whispered into his ear....and smiled.

The rather plain man spoke up again.  “I believe that I know what kind of question you are 
going to ask.  So let me guess and see if I am correct.”

Okay Pal...go right ahead.....the two men smiled at each other.

“Let's see, you see before you a beautiful woman, yes?”

“Yeah, we do.”

“And you wonder how a rather plain man like myself might attract and yes, even marry such 
a stunning creature, Yes?”

Uh...yeah...that's right.

“And you think I must be very wealthy in order for her to be with someone  like me.  Which is 
insulting to both me and my wife.  Or you think that I might possess a manly tool or both, 
Yes?”

“Hey, we're asking the questions around here.”

“So let me come to a conclusion for you both”.  Said the rather plain man.

“I am a well published author, I am an accomplished concert pianist and I have a genius IQ.  
I enjoy fine art and find beauty in everything I see.  I adore my wife with all the love and 
respect that I can bestow upon her.  And most of all I get her......and she gets me.  Now 
leave before I kick your asses up around your shoulders.”

“Oh boys,”  The beautiful woman finally spoke.  “And he can do it to!  He's a very manly 
man.”
Form: Narrative


Poetry Portraits Ii

I can’t afford for this one to fail

She was just a stranger

And somehow we ended up in the same 

Space and time

Now, mother nature is taking over once more

And I am admiring your attributes

The strands of your hair

The hazel circle around her eyes

Creates a hypnotic state of mind

Telling her all my secrets

And sharing all my treasures

Hoping this was not a deceptive choice

As your hips are parallel to the skyline

A path that started in 1900 has finally converged

Which was first the thought or the path?

Is she the one of my dreams or not?

As a lovely smile warms its direction to me from that beautiful face

The chance meeting was an ingenious plan

To heal the battered dreams caused by the one before her

Glimpses on the pain, just a blur now

A professional hunter 

She shot down all the competition

Without a quiver or arrow

You are

The difference between a soul and a soul mate

Alone and love

One to the other the moment we met

Scatter the roses around this bedroom

Let’s save the beauty of this moment

My words fail to capture,

Her tender beautiful feature,

I’d rather wait as a mute spectator

As beauty beg to be define by her

It is her signature

The owner of the promissory note for my heart

Is that the reason why my heart has been aching all this time

I excavated my town

And finally I had good luck in an unexpected and fortunate discovery in you

Swirling burgundy around the crystal

Dinner by candlelight

Taken aback by the glow

Nothing remains but the fiery flame around us

Eternal beauty and grace there she is vulnerable as a tear drop

Tears of joy because she gave me a shot

I used to wonder where love lives

Would I hear drum patterns if I got nearer

For sure Lady Loneliness is no longer here

It is been more than difficult trying to find you

A symphony created as our hands rip through layers to acquire nakedness

More than unique

We stood there so close together

Holding onto a dream realized

We knew the choice wasn’t whether we loved;

Rather, to what extremes

Are you the one that I can depend on when I’m at my weakest moment?
Form:

Jealousy

And as I dreamnt something wonderous; profoundly emdedded inside of my heart!

It somehow came to seem, as the day of reality began to unfold....

Romeo and Juliets forbidden love, of never meant to hold?

This, deeper than the deepest of all, perhaps, that has ever been known

Destroyed by a jealous enemy one day; pretending to portray more, than they may ever truly be!

Revealing, the shadows of their many faces, which, were never real at all

This child inside an adult, exposed; from the truth of their being

These glimpses along the way, that were but preludes to this day

When friendship was crushed; along with trust and faith....

Never to be repaired; not entirely; to the one in which it concerned?

Oh jealousy, what a sharpened dagger you truly are!

Grounded amid the shifting dunes; and fluttering, within these tearful winds that blow

Fragile roots, which never fully extended, into the soiled depths wherein they bed

To turn upon a beautiful light, for ones amissful and self-absorbing reasons!?

Selfish to the core; at the expense of anothers wishful and hopeful dreams....

I have no bitter reproach to say although; no judgments upon yourself shall I cast

But sympathies I do stretch forth; for the lost it seems, of your very own soul

Which is willing to take this priceless pearl; with its tender and loving kindness....

And hurl, it into the flames of your hurtful and blinding fire

Speaking volumes of where you are now; within such a saddened and somber way?!

But time as I have said afore, shall forever reveal its many tales

And yes, we all shall reap, these moments of which we have sown....

For there is no escaping within the end, that final, and ever manifesting mirror!

Of gentle treasures that once were robbed; precious dreams, that once were stole?

As turning ones back upon; to step on, their beautiful worlds; while, as you spit your words!

Yes, you do have my sympathy; within the most sincere, and profound, of ways....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jealousy
Form:

First Girl Friend

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>My first girl friend was O so sweet  
                               The kind of girl you would love to meet.
                               Beautiful blonde hair and eyes so blue
                               You would be proud to have her next to you.

                               We got to gather at a country fair
                               She had ask for help knocking down the bears.
                               So i threw three balls and she won the prize
                               she hugged me tight, as we stood eye to eye.

                              She ask my name and where i went to school?
                              as we held hands, she asked do u play pool.
                              I said yes, but i am not very good
                              I am a country boy, use to chopping wood.

                              She said thats ok for i am a country girl,
                              what do u say we give it a world.
                              We played some pool, then had a snack
                              She said its time for me to go , but ill be back.

                              So we made it a date for the up coming Saturday
                              to get there early , so we could have the whole day.
                              I was counting the days down until we would meet again
                              to see the color of those blue eyes and her clear white skin.

                              Our friendship grew in to Love you see
                              Six months later i was down on one knee.
                              With ring in hand , i ask her please
                              Would you be my wife, Will you marry me?

                              Her beautiful blue eyes begin to water
                              As she said yes, your going to be a great father.
                              I jumped for joy, then i held her tight
                              She made me the happiest man in the world that night.
© Alan Fitz  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Promised Rest ( Part 2 )

May I share from inside,
My vision of truth that will not hid,
From my inside?
To help you along the way,
To end strife’s play,
For strife’s play will pay,
In the usual way!

My Love say, to my love
Hey!
You are the generation,
Who will have truth’s information,
So show patience,
This is not a time for normal vacation,

My beautiful fish,
Will do my wish!
I saw you swimming,
I was not dreaming,
In the narrow channel,
Without your mantle,

In the truth you swim,
Looking for your gem
You will not be left on a limb,
This is truth’s vision,
Of a godly decision,
The vison as I have said,
From my heart into my head,
As I laid upon my bed,

My beautiful fish,
Of my wish,
Have opened the fallopian,
Of heaven door,
I am' is ready to explore,
Love’s faith' is what he’s looking for,
Inside your sacred heart,
Wherein is his sacred cart,
It is where love starts,

Pay close attention,
For it is from inside, I’ll mention,
Those things particular, that require your attention!
The teacher of love,
Is sent to you from above!
He will teach you the truth,
From his own booth,
That you also have love’s booth,
So that you may receive love’s truth,
From your own booth,
Of love’s truth,

For when love is one,
Unity' is much fun,
For life has won!
The right to be,
Continually!

My mouth, having said,
Of love I’ve shed,
The knowledge received in my head,
From inside my heart’s stead,
While my natural head,
Lay upon it’s natural bed,

Remember,
The truth is free,
For the free to be,
Even for twiddle,
If he would stop the diddle,
With twiddle!
So don’t diddle with twiddle,
Your mind, your fiddle,

Fine tune the goon,
From your’s love’s womb,
And very soon,
Life’s goon, 
Will become a prince,
From hence,
Love' will dispense!

For mind over earth’s matter,
Will only scatter,
Love' the heart’s matter,
As it adapts to earth’s scattered matter!
But let the purity of light,
Be love’s high flying kite,
In earth as well as in heaven,
For it is heaven’s leaven!! 

4-25-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Form: Rhyme


....Tales From the Crypt!?

The back door....

Around one thirty amid the Octobers early morn

A beautiful young lady dressed in sheer black

Pomegranate lips with the deepest of dark alluring eyes

Long flowing ebony silkened hair; radiant

An hour-glass figure of ivories white smooth skin

Adorned within silver, gold, onyx and turquoise jewelry

She, the picture perfect image of, a lovely gypsies queen?

A princess making her way towards this dimly lit table

Out of nowhere; thinking unto myself, I have seen this moment before....

A slow felt dance; sweetly spoken words; a sparkling and seductive smile

Thirty minutes or so later following closely behind unto, a nighttimes place

Warm whispers; soft kisses; a young mans undressing of dreams!?

Nothing left to be said except, the intoxicating flavours; these

Mid-morning passions burning brightly their, delicately intense, sighs....

Closing my eyes to suddenly recollect, when I was but a child

Halloweens late-night; lost around the corner from my very own home?

Walking up unto the decorated door to ring, its bell; trick or treat

Another beautiful young lady; dark hair, dressed, as a lovely witch

Inviting myself in....

Opening my eyes again; she must leave but, she shall be right back?

Back in black; retrospects sea of reflective revelations; thus given ~

My first wintry witching encounter was but a year before; lost; when I was seven

Out of my dreams; these nightmares, now standing afore my sight; the fallen?!

My entire life I have found and find that, "God," has always been by my side....

What purpose and why? I, mired deeply within my own lifes sins as, darkness 

Has sought my existence; the pulse of my beating heart; my breath; my soul ~

This book of reasons; pages turning upon the visions of truth so told!

One last midnights moment left; the wistful hours brewings of, a destinies....   

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

....Tales from the crypt!?
Form:

Premium Member The Passing of My Granny New

I deeply loved, my granny New,
The first to show me, she loved me too,
I remember in, my childhood days,
Together we had, very special ways,
To pass the hot, hot summer days.

We would go swimming,
In big Piney creek,
Tho some of her instructions were a bit weak,
Don’t get into that water M,
Un till you learn to swim,
That was one, of her special gems!
After awhile, being fully out on a limb,
I remember a funny reply, from my uncle Jim!

Don’t sneak,
A leak,
While your in the creek,
For I’ll box your cheek,
Mocking my granny,
She’s say, I’ll whip your fanny,
Now that was my granny!

We were shore, poor,
In those good old days,
But my granny had special ways, she says,
Poverty stricken, I reckon,
But we had a plenty, of pig bacon,
Sometimes, no way to make it,
And we would not fake it,
So to the Lord we would take it,
And God would not forsake it,
So that’s how we’d make it!


Granny was know for her fried chocolate pies,
And I am here to tell you guys,
She would make and bake,
And they were not, store bought fake,
And her fried chicken,
Finger licking,
A slander,
To sander!

Now many years have come and gone,
But granny’s love I’ll remember long,
She was 79, when her love song left,
With the soul of herself,
Now of earth there’s, nothing of her left!
But her love is stored,
And I know it’s not bored,
With the master Love,
Who is above!

There was a vision she told me just before she left,
Seeking some guidance for herself,
Two beautiful hands,
With a beautiful golden wedding band,
On the left hand,
Reaching down from above,
I said it’s your husband of love,
Jesus Christ from above,
She said , I’ll be,
Yes that’s right, now I see,
My husband to be!

Her soul of love left, out of body asleep,
Not a peep, from this love sheep,
She joined Father love, who is able to keep,
Without a seep,
The sheep,
Of his pastor!

6-9-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Form: Rhyme

The Journey of the Last Goodbye

on June 5.  © Theresa, All rights reserved 

So, the sun has set
My heart is full of pebbles now
Little souvenirs of a beautiful trip
But just as surely
As the foam washes away the castles we built
And the names we left
Entwined, hopeful
That they would not be erased
We both say an unspoken farewell

And as the skies,which once were our lovers canopy
Give way to night
I begin a solitary journey
Back to where I once could breath
But breathing without you is like dying
The butterflies of fools have flown
Moths settle in their place
Ugly black moths
I feel them feasting, upon the remains

Of our beautiful summer picnic
The tiny holes merge, into one great void
Where once I cherished you

The fragments of promises trickle onto the shore
Grains of dust, crumbs of joy
Leave a trail behind me
Could I follow it back, should I follow it back
Try to find you again?
My steps falter, I turn, hopeful
But you are just a speck now
On the horizon, where only dreams belong
So I wave instead 
And as you disappear from sight
My insides weep, like grieving mothers

I gather up the hopes and dreams and wishes
The fragments of my soul
Which are sobbing like infants in the sand
And I hold them. try to comfort them 
hold myself, tight so tight
Try to keep my world from collapsing
Lest the carnage becomes my sanctuary

And into the suitcase of life
That once you helped me carry
I place the laughter, which tinkles
Like childhood forgotten
The anger, because once it ignited the fire
Of I'm sorry, I love you, lets make up
The dreams, because I will need them someday
 My heart for It still must beat, 

Even though you have the final piece

I wrap them carefully, like antique lace
In layer upon beautiful layer
Of tissue paper pain
The castles are no more now
And so I begin
The journey of the last goodbye.......
Form: Narrative

Love Is a Beautiful Thing

Whoever said love was a beautiful thing  left out a few parts...
Yea it's an amazing feeling, but it hides the monster  deep in the heart..... 
They say If you've never felt jealousy you've never been in love.... 
********! 
You see  jealousy is the  monster that shows it's face and engulf you in green despise hidden 
behind loving eyes that make YOU seem so heaven sent.... 

They make you believe that love is the most powerful thing.... There right 
But not for the hallmark reasons or the pictures defining love.... 
That's just a second in time, 
Right place right time, 
And you tell me this, you show me this and I'm supposed to think your right? 
GET OUT OF HERE!
Love is powerful because it can drive you to do the most outrages things that shadow the 
monster u hide inside waiting to emerge and bring a beautiful destruction to light. 

So it's just  easier to forget....
All the fights 
All the words that penetrate your mind And bring u down to micro size.... 
Love is a beautiful thing.... But only if you can tame your monster who seems to be 
multiplying and recruiting.. so now pride joins in and brings with him a sense of cocky I'm 
right attitude.. Rage is right around the corner listening and waiting while verbal abuse is 
making his way over to get in on the fun.....  
ARE U JOKING?
Your monster is the reason you question this emotion the reason your going through motions 
that make you seem like a horrible person.... So let's put jealousy away and tell his new 
friends that he's not coming out to play...
Instead,Reminisce on the moments that made love be what they told you.... Let's live in a 
frozen moment and extend it and see what it brings.... 
Cause then you can say with a smile LOVE IS A BEAUTIFUL THING.
Form:

My Letter To God

Heavenly father, You know me like no one else for You created me
And based on that fact, You know that i weep myself to sleep
It was You that hung that picture of her on the walls of my heart
I recall the day You brought her into my life, You gave me the greatest gift of them all
You gave me love, and her smile falls not short from the most beautiful scene in my life
I roam the streets I thought i would have never seen, she would ask me to come see her

Yet today she is asking me out of her life for ever and I just cant no matter how I try
Her face lives in everything that is beautiful, every scene paints a memory in my heart
You even play the music that I played when I captured her heart when I turn on my radio
I run away in my own mind not to think of her, and even in my sleep You remind me of her

I dream of the most beautiful moments that we shared, the memories that will never die
Lord spare me the pain I beg of You, how can I live wondering where she is and with whom
you said You would not give me more than I could handle, please this is too much
My God You and only You know how my heart cries even in the midst of the greatest joy

It's to hard to pretend not to care, when every sunset i cry to her heart
A silent scene, and i shall be no more, but I thank You lord for allowing me to know such love
Let it be your will and only that
But if this cup can be passed from me then i plea to You my King

And if you bring her back, then I promise to love You more than anything in this whole world
Please dry my lament, and free my verse that lives on in the heart of those near me
Pause the sun yet again so that I may have more time to plan
God of mine, your love is all, and I know You know how i feel, You know I love her

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