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I didn't pull my weight
The boss was really sore
He said "you're second rate
and I won't take it anymore."
He continued raving
On how I was misbehaving
Said my job was not worth saving
And so I longed for Avon
Avon by the sea
I must go back to Avon
Avon by the sea
When my lifeboat needs a haven
When my problems need a maven
This is where I need to be
There's a ten-mile barrier island
It's not that far away:
Where ospreys touch down majestically
and beach forests gently sway.
But also on the Jersey shore
are the roots that once made me,
In the little town of Avon,
and when all the walls are caving
and hunger turns to craving
I retreat to Avon,
Avon by the sea
I took the train last September
Got off at Asbury Park
Strode the miles of boardwalk
Had to stop at coming dark.
I had regrets, I shed a tear
Then I saw a dolphin at setting light
At Ocean Grove I sat on a pier:
And on the shore it seemed alright.
I've paid my dues, I made my plea
They say I was guilty in the first degree
Let me lose the past in Avon,
I'll fly in like an escaping raven
Look! My friends are wildly wavin'
in Avon by the sea.
NOT JUST ANOTHER WALK IN THE PARK
After biscuits for breakfast at Mama’s Boy…an Athens, Georgia landmark
we decided to walk off our calories with a stroll through Dudley Park.
Dudley Park is a beautiful place…not huge by any scale….
It’s traversed by the North Oconee River just off the Firefly Trail.
Of course the fireflies were sleeping…having long ago hit the hay
but we wanted to see what wonders their trail wold reveal to us that day.
Sure we missed the fireflies…who only light up in the dark
but from high up in the trees we were treated to a free concert in the park.
It was the dead of summer…but the morning felt like spring…
and as we were cooled by a morning breeze…all around us birds began to sing.
The bluebirds chirped…the cardinals whistled…again and again and again….
These were just the warm-up acts for the headliner…the Carolina wren.
We walked among the green grass, the elm trees and mushrooms….
While all around us, wherever we looked, flowers were in bloom.
Everywhere we turned…different flowers we would spot…
From yellow jessamine, black eyed Susans, to the fragrant Bergamot.
We happened upon a cluster of dayflowers…blessed to have seen them on our way
because, as their name suggests, they bloom only for one day.
The dayflower is just another indication of how life moves on so fast
reminding us to enjoy every moment before it fades into the past.
This is why every walk we take together…
feels a little different than the walk before…
Which means this wasn’t just another walk in a park for us…
No…
it was so much more.
Not Every Day is Perfect
I took my pad to the park today.
I wanted to find an idea for a book.
I was blocked…you know… stuck.
I walked outside, and looked up into the sky.
The clouds threatened rain.
I had no umbrella, but a man in a clown suit presented me one…
immediately.
I took it, and walked on.
Down the brick paved golden street,
and turned just to the right, the bus stop on ahead.
The shuttle to Mars left five minute ago, so I hopped the train to Texas.
We arrived early for lunch with the king.
As I sat with his highness, I whipped out my pad intently...
No!
Still no ideas.
I left from there as the flamingoes were dancing and getting out of hand.
I decided to take a stagecoach to the florist shop as it would help my mood.
The soup was chicken, with small white rice, shapes of animals and crackers.
Still nothing to write about.
The day was getting late. I had to go back home.
A roller skate, a rickshaw and two hot air balloons…
The darkness came early, on my sunshine day,
But I am very happy, as my package arrived.
I have new pencils, from far away.
I will take them for a walk, instead of my pen.
Tomorrow I will try again.
Donned my shroud for work that night,
at the amusement park in the haunted house
to thrill some kids; give 'em a fright
just me alone I ran the place.
For safety's sake I kept close check
on who went in and who came out.
Unwise it is, as you can see
to have someone prowling about.
The night was slow which suited me
I liked to stroll the halls inside
When time allowed and I was free,
I walked each hall and chamber.
I closed the door and locked the gate
to check the space for wayward strays.
Each room was clear as I went through
no urn was moved, everything in place
Upon the balcony I paused,
when footsteps came from out the dark.
A shiver down my spine they caused
No soul should be inside with me
I turned to look toward the sound I heard
and out of the dark, what did I see?
All dressed in black of finest lace
a beautiful women stood staring at me
The clock on the wall chimed twelve midnight.
It was always twelve in the haunted house.
I checked my watch; what ironic sight,
for twelve it was, in reality.
In my mind I wanted to flee,
but feeling a gentle touch on my sleeve
her icy yet delicate fingers, nearer, drew me
and my heart would simply not let me leave.
A single tear rolled slow down her cheek
as her cold creamy lips pressed soft against mine.
Then turning away from the kiss she did seek,
as a smile crossed her lips, I saw her tear dry.
Before I could think the shadows concealed her
and left me alone on the dark balcony.
I came to my senses and started to search.
I looked in every nook and cranny.
Not a trace did I find of this beautiful vision,
though I searched through the night with fervent zeal,
I made up my mind and came to a decision
not to share this tale, to avoid the derision.
I have broken that vow for only one reason
to warn you, be careful of places like this.
For sure you'll be left with a fear of the night
and, perhaps, the memory...
... of a dark beautiful kiss.
10/09/15
The moon that graces evening skies
Has shone on those who’ve walked before
And in the glimmer of its glow
I almost see them walk once more
I find that we’ve not changed at all
Aside from fashion trends and such
As lovers still walk in the park
And babies coo at mother’s touch
And though I’d like to say we’ve learned
I see no evidence of that
As tongues still wag and disapprove
Of those with whom we’ve never sat
And so dear moon, if you could try
To shine the lessons of the past
Perhaps we’ll see how we can live
And light the world in love held fast
BEAUTIFUL CHANCE MEETING
A dim lit night
While in my site
Such a brawny night, twilight
As I walk through the park
Under the lights
I spy with my eye
A beauty ever so fair
As I pass her by
She too glances my way
We say Hi!
My, my my...
I'm kinda sly, but I yet spy
Your beauty
May I hold your hand
Can I escort you home
You shouldn't be out here all alone
She said yes, got a hold of myself
Walk through the park, lights from dim turn dark
Now under the moon lit stars
You see I'd never held hands with beautiful
9/3/18
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There's no rhyme or reason to live
Ive nothing to offer , nothing but misery to give
Id sail off into the sunset but this vessel's riddled with holes
and i haven't seen the sun in so long i can almost see through the darkness
Tried dreaming of being a child and playing in the park but the parks not there the weeds
are laid bare and the swings and rides are rusted and crustacean encrusted
No desire to wake each dawn i find harder to take , a situation of my making from constantly
taking
Haunted by the malady frightened to insanity and riddled with guilt from this life i have built
Even God has forsaken me for granted i have taken Thee , I cant handle this persecution
God please expedite my execution , For i alone cannot find a solution
I often wondered if her heart skipped a beat
Whenever I was around
Or if her knees started growing weak
Threatening to fell her to the ground
I wondered if she saw in my smile
The forbidden lust I tried to hide
Was she also concealing all the while
The same feelings I harbored inside
Being neighbors our paths often crossed
We had children of the same age
Hugs and kisses were so easily tossed
When we acted on the same life stage
But I felt for her something much more
And thought in her manner she might feel the same
We played at being simply neighbors next door
It was harder to keep up the game
Then one weekend my wife had taken our sons
To visit her folks a few states away
And her husband took their kids for some theme park fun
And overnight decided to stay
She saw me sitting on my back deck
Having some wine after my meal
Came over for a drink – what the heck
As the last sunlight the evening started to steal
For the entire five years, we had never been alone
We didn’t know quite what to say
Never so bright had the moonlight shone
I could feel my resolve slipping away
I found out that night she held a secret
Which mirrored the one of my own
And in each other’s arms we vowed to keep it
While living in our separate homes
But now we know and wonder no more
Those neighborly touches have more significance
And we simply wait for the next open door
For another alone again chance
When I was a kid, about ten,
Living in a very small town,
The streets were all gravel,
And I was free until sundown.
I would leave the house each day,
Ride my bike to get my friend,
And we would race across town,
All four blocks from end to end.
The only places we went
Were the park or the little store.
We got two pieces of gum
For a quarter, sometimes more.
Pedaling like hell to get away,
We were outlaws on the run.
The park only had two swings,
But those monkey bars were fun.
We'd go home when hungry,
Eat, then be back out the door.
That big taste of freedom
In that small town we'd explore.
Never once was there a worry
Until the sun started to fade.
When the street light came on,
My curfew had been made.
I'd tell my buddy goodbye
And make my way back home.
A little kid who felt grown
In that tiny town I'd roam.
Seeing only what you want to see
Makes a world in chaos
Look like a walk in the park
To over look the few with tears in their eyes
And only see the happy people keeps your life simple
But the one you over look may very well be you some day
Reaching out for a hand to catch you
A shoulder to cry on
Or someone to confide in
To find the one person to show you that
The world isn’t all bad
That someone can truly care about you
That you are worth saving
Wondering if you’re alone
Wondering if you’re the only one who feels the same
One sided crushes to afraid of the unknown
Playing it safe and hiding in the shadows
When you can be blind to the world with a perfect life
Who would care as long as you’re ok
As long as you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist
Right…?
To be so blind and selfish