...Now I ain't without notoriety,
Fact is.. I'm an old stalker with a walker.
She was big in the Purple Hat Society
and broke her hip,...while playing soccer.
When I met her, she was on the mend,
and she knew.. what I was after...
and I said I'd catch her when I can,
She said to push that walker a lil' faster.
She had her a "lectric wheel chair,
I just had my old walker and me,
she was pretty fast for a blue hair...
"till I crashed into her I.V. tree...
Well, they fitted my leg with plaster,
and I kinda forgot what I was after...
"till one day,
she wheeled in to see me,
Yep. Said she'd come ta free me!
Now we sit together,
cozy up and talk about the weather.
We compare wrinkled tatoos,
and guess what they are,
we may share a shot of booze,
we don't go too awful far...
We keep our orthepedic shoes
under the same bed,
and I retired as a walker stalker,
meals on wheels keeps us fed
and we keep our teeth...
in the very same locker.
("Nite Nite, Darlin.")
First of Ike and Jane sequence...Reposted to help PD with smiles request. : )
Wow
Never new that ppl can do the positions in which they have been given
Driven am I by this astonishment
Things can be so so hard to get
But with persistence n a spirit of never uffing quit will bend the whims of the chaotical nymphs
Prodigal yet knowledgeable
N old paths reopen
N old mind sets try to begin
Cut it off before the start
Move on before the scab is closing the heart
In the back of my mind it stills creeps to the front but this is moving forward not quite yet moving on
Sleep will catch up
Dreams will wake up
Serene with pastures of green that knowingly ain't so much
Will be soft as is but never to tuff
Climbing out
Yes
Hard work
Nothing handed with my luck
It's ok its appreciated much much
more
Hold on
Becuz a new wave is coming to boggie board
......Peace
I had a couple of dates in grade school,
but I don't count them, since they were pointless.
My real first date went something like this.
I was a 14 year old freshmen
and she was a 17 year old junior.
I was a football player,
she was a cheerleader.
Together we went to the movies,
but she made all the moves on me.
I was lost in world of disarray.
After the movies she asked what I wanted to do.
It didn't matter to me, I could have died happy there.
She drove to a spot over looking the city.
We talked and she asked if I liked baseball and I said sure.
Then she said, wanna try for second and maybe steal third?
As my heart was pounding, I looked at her and said,
I would love to do that for you, but I can't, I play football.
Looking back, I think I messed that up.
Madame, thou art mature and must I say...
Thy wine is old and pleasing to the taste
The love you give to me no one could weigh
Yet eyes eavesdrop on evenings we embrace
Your years above my age is their distaste
For you came like a cougar in the night
Desires upon my flesh you did delight
After our lips would play and kiss with tongue
We lay in love and looking in the light
You would say I was old and she was young
Johnny Sumler
COUGAR EFFECT
GLOVE LOVE
Their old teacher sitting waiting,
Twenty kids come in the classroom:
Most dash past to the computer or playtoys.
A skeletal six year old girl,
Neglected-looking, with glasses,
Throws arms around his neck
And slips on to his knee.
His big gnarled hands
Fold over her,
Fitting cosily as a glove
And her tiny bony hands
Rest easy on his knuckles.
No words are spoken;
But it’s a good morning.
No one else would notice
The little things he saw
An old letter
Or the romance books
He refused to throw away
It was these things
Kept as reminders
To an old heart
From a young time
Sort of like waking up
On a frosty
Snow filled morning
You don’t have to see them
To know they were here
Just look on the ground
And see the deer prints
In the snow
Sitting under the old elm tree with
his sweet heart many a year ago,
her hazel eyes looking at him
with tears flowing down her
beautiful tender face.
War had come and he must
do his duty, he told her
that dreadful day in
June of 1917.
Don't go, please stay,
I can't bear to lose
you she pleaded with
him.
Dear I will return,
then we shall marry
on my dad's farm,
as we had planned
to do this very month.
With that he kissed
her gently and held
her so tightly in his
arms for a very long
most precious time.
Then they both went
back to the old farm house,
to have some quite
time together,
maybe for the last time.
wrote 4-7-11
Waiting for Love
Standing in my backyard
There's an old oak tree
Our names are still engraved in it
Wish you were here with me
I remember when we fell in love
And all the fun we had
The summer that we spent alone
When we both had it bad
I wonder if you wonder 'bout me
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you found your dreams
I believe you are a star
Hopes and dreams are all we have
I hope they all come true
I hope we all find happiness
Before our lives are through
Back when we were standing
Beneath that old oak tree
I told you I would love you
For all of eternity
But you said sorry honey
We have grown so far apart
There’ll always be a special place
For you inside my heart
I wonder if you wonder 'bout me
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you found your dreams
I believe you are a star
Hopes and dreams are all we have
I hope they all come true
I hope we all find happiness
Before our lives are through
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
As The Old Year Ebbs, Then Dies
by Rick Rucker
As the Old Year ebbs, then Dies,
I can't believe how fast time flies!
It seems like only yesterday,
That high school came, then passed away.
Then college, too, passed in a minute,
Sometimes, I feel like I'm still in it.
You came too, then you left,
Leaving me, of Love, bereft.
I know, if You can see,
That You are very glad for me!
I have welcomed to my Life,
The One that says she'll be my Wife,
So We can share our Love and Pain,
And We can both live again!
I know You want the Best for me,
And I hope that you can see
That, although she's not like You,
I can also love her True!
From your place in Heaven, looking down,
You'll see I no longer wear a Frown!
I am happy, so is She,
Both ecstatic, actually,
You and I will talk, from time to time,
Though mostly through my rhyme,
So, in closing, let me say,
May we both have another Blessed Day!
My old love’s gone, and now a new love’s here
although with that old love she can’t compete!
She’s silver smooth from front - to tiny rear;
More practical than my old love, yet sweet!
And like my old love, she is always near.
She’s not as sporty, but she’s just as fleet.
And though I miss my honey “ragtop” girl,
I take my new love “Kia” for a whirl!
For The Ottava Rima Contest by Jared Pickett
Theme: New Love
I have an old photograph
It was taken at Wimbledon,
Long, long ago
It was of dear sweet Yvonne
And she was smiling at me
From an old discoloured print
Yvonne, cute and naive
She had such a sweet face
I recalled the day instantly
She had begged me to take her
I liked tennis, though not a huge fan
But I liked her more so I agreed
Suddenly I could smell her
And hear that infectious little giggle
And feel her touch on my skin
Her soft lips on mine
The memory of the day was so vivid
And of the days of unbridled passion that followed
When the wonders of her soft young body
Were yielded to me
Sometimes I think it's impossible
....like trying to weld a feather to mercury.
With infinite desire I search the heavens,
hoping I won't lose the drive that I once grasped.
The drive I found when I first met her.
When I first discovered true beauty.
Is that presence lost forever?
That feeling inside I had
...that wonderment that made me an old soul
...like a young boy with wide eyes
....discovering the brilliance of the night sky.
Pondering so much for the first time.
Being here
...alone. Encumbered by emptiness.
I am left wanting.
Needing reassurance that my life
isn't just a lost song
....falling on indifferent ears.
The stars are bright tonight
....and yet it seems,
....their shimmer escapes me.
And now I'm here sitting on the gate
of this old pick up, staring at the timeless beauty above.
No longer needing to know the answers to the universe.
I found my answers in love,
I just need her to share it with.
-James Kelley 2010©
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Nine Months
Not nine and a half
Still hurting
Broken heart
Nine Weeks
Not nine and a half
Too old for that
Too old by half
Nine Days
Not nine and a half
Still counting
I know it's daft
Nine Minutes
Not nine and a half
Tears flowed
To, fro and aft
Nine seconds
Not nine and a half
Writing these words
And now its past.
Lately urges have been
Borderline strange-
I can feel life flowing through
My veins again…
A smile to self when
I hear her name-
And I have yet to know the
Sensation of your touch, yet to
Hold you after a night of sultry
Lovemaking, yet to know the abyss
That precedes your kiss…
I’m too old for you to be making me feel like this-
I will slay Goliath,
And climb the highest mountain-
I will travel back in antiquity
To conquer empires and rediscover youth’s
Secret fountain…
From stone I will retrieve
Excalibur’s sword to avenge invaders
With a Gladiators’ might,
But with the grace of
A Matador’s fight-
All of this I will do…
And yet I long to know the
Gentleness of your touch,
Or the silent sound that love makes
By candle light,
Or the magic that awaits patiently
In your kiss…
I’m too old for you to be making me feel like this-
Fire rekindle as the old ashes are still burning
The flame in ones soul ignites
The soul awakens as there is a new yearning
In your own world was born a new light
Overflowing passion with ones mind interacting
All your thoughts and memories seemingly far away
The past experiences present counteracting
The love, your love wishes to keep it at bay
Remaining focused and still yet no resolve
Tighten your grip on your own reality
The mixture of your absurd fantasies dissolved
Free yourself from this passion insanity
Wherever you go, you always here their name
That spark, a small spark which was your old flame
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