polish outside
royce, he hide a boy, called him sunshine
he so starch on the collar
he don't appreciate the cloth
till the potato off it again
stingiest thing ever, hold langstons typewriter
ima go shuffle it again for yu ryan, danial, ward the spirit
pop lost the address,
in his toe winkle, he had it
how this the rhyme?
the partner upstairs
cant see me
i do it this un?
the girls the stowaway fortune
beneath the slavery laws?
its the first time california girl not a bikini
girls, the womens rights is 60 year old league of dont care
Hybrid babble tap it chan
Jackie!
Jackie?
News instructions coming back
Huh? From your special where?
Here
My Neck Is Red, My Arms Are Tan
By Rick Rucker
My neck is red, my arms are tan,
I was, not long ago, a working man,
I retired, some weeks ago,
The Sun comes up, I have no place to go,
My Love is still asleep,
So, very quiet I must keep,
And now, the light sweeps across the room,
Deathly still, much like a tomb,
I should be in my car,
Fighting others, driving far,
I now start the coffee pot,
Soon, it will yield that beverage, hot,
All past mornings, at this hour,
I would have exited from the shower,
And had something small to eat,
And planned my day, complete,
Now, all I do, is to mutter,
Knowing that all I will do is putter,
My chores do not fill one hour of morning,
That seems to be an ominous warning,
At work, I would do this and that,
Now, I spend the morning like the cat,
I spice up my rest with naps,
Practicing for when they play me Taps,
Perhaps I will learn to embrace the morn,
Happy, again that a new day is born,
That is, of course, a hunch,
But now, it just seems a delay ‘til lunch!
You may think me daft,
But, now that I no longer ply my craft,
The dawning of the day,
Takes more of my Pride away!
8/6/2012
country music vibes
my spirit surpassing heights
melodious voice
i write poetry to his tunes
Darius Rucker inspires
Darius Rucker
My Lovely Muse
By Rick Rucker
My Heart skips at her Kiss,
A feeling I would, not willingly, miss,
To even hear her, on the phone,
I, no longer, am alone,
When we can meet,
I marvel that there is one so sweet,
She is practical, not like me,
And, yet, she has a Spirit, free,
If I propose something out in Left Field,
To my suggestion, she will often yield,
She might look at me askance,
But, she will give me a chance,
To make my case for a change,
To, our calendar, rearrange,
And to try an action so very new,
That neither of us knows how to do,
She says she wants to live forever,
Constant adventure, ending never,
I doubt that will come to pass,
But I will take every moment that I can, with this Lass,
My World, she does rock,
She has turned back my body’s clock,
In years, I am sixty five,
And I have never felt so alive!
You might be thinking that she is half my age,
A difference that seems all the rage,
But, she is, in years, my equal,
And, I sense, I shall not need a sequel,
I do not know what I did so well,
That Heaven should send me this belle,
As long as permitted, I shall use,
This extraordinary beauty, My Lovely Muse.
New Year’s Cruise
By Rick Rucker
Last year started out somewhat unclear,
A few sailings with the one that I now call “Dear,”
Spending the time that we have together,
Finding out, not when, but whether,
We would live our lives united,
If we would still be excited,
To see each other’s faces,
The whole package, from hair, to laces,
For each to hear the other’s laugh,
Perhaps, at a social gaffe,
Our journey seems to have begun,
Down that path, that ends in “One,”
A walk that takes but a minute,
But with so much meaning in it,
A few words, a simple “I do,”
Endless bands that bind the two,
Let me dispel all confusion,
We labor under no delusion,
Having been to this show before,
This time, we both need more,
A union which is some of this,
And some of that, sealed by a kiss,
To the extent that anyone can,
We have formulated a charted plan,
Which will take us through the tears,
For, oh, maybe, fifty years!
We know it will not be all smooth sailing,
One, or both of us, might be ailing,
But, before it is too late,
I wish to sign on as her new first mate!
This Year, Underneath the Tree
By Rick Rucker
This year, underneath the tree,
Presents all around,
But, the one that can’t be found,
The one, that means the most to me,
Your Love, which you give to me, so True,
And I return, in kind,
You are always in my mind,
What else could I do?
My Love, given to you for all my Life,
Seems a very inexpensive Gift,
But, I hope it will, your Spirits, lift,
That is why I have asked you to be my Wife!
Love cannot be bought for pay,
Money does not make it yours,
Those, that try that, are curs,
It comes only layaway!
Installments made on Time,
Like a daily morning Kiss,
It is little things like this,
That make it so Sublime,
After half a hundred years,
If the payments, We have made,
When, to Our Rest, We are laid,
There should be no tears,
You and I will have loved, hard and long,
Together we will be,
On those clouds that appear a Sea,
Having loved each other Strong,
My Life, I give to you, my Love,
Without reservation, or fear,
Always want you to be near,
Until we live in Heaven, Above!
Summer Dies
By Rick Rucker
I used to always curse my Fate,
To live through the two seasons that I hate,
Fall and Winter, my accursed foes,
I am thoroughly frozen, head to toes,
Summer dies, Fall is a-borning,
Here I lie, this September morning,
Shaking, under the covers, in my bed,
Wondering if I will soon be dead,
Will they find me, cold and blue?
Solidly frozen, through and through?
You may have heard about Southern California,
But there is a secret, let me warn ya,
Summer days are bright, and sunny,
But Winter nights are not so funny,
They can be bitterly cold,
Something you may not have been told,
People from other places do not know,
That our temps can get so low,
They think that we are all weak, and lazy,
That we are all crazy,
They do not know that we are tough,
Life out here, can be rough!
I am now fading fast,
Fingers stiffening, I will not long last,
How cold will it get?
This seems the very coldest night yet,
I look at the thermometer, no wonder I am done,
A terrifying reading of SIXTY ONE!
Love Slave
By Rick Rucker
Is it you, that makes the Sun shine down so hot on me?
Is it you, that has changed the color of the skies?
Is it you, that has made me feel so truly free?
A coincidence that the Heavens are the color of your eyes?
Have you done all these wondrous things?
Could one person possibly do all those things I accuse of you?
And be the architect of the fountain, from which my Love springs?
And to have put me on the path to Love, so Pure and True?
Never Before, have I felt what I feel when I gaze into your eyes,
A feeling that transcends all Time and Space,
My only fear, that you are the Devil in disguise,
But far more likely, an Angel, full of Good, and Grace.
Only a fool would question his extraordinary Luck,
The bounteous gift that has been bestowed onto me,
I am afraid though, that with me, you are stuck,
For, forever, your very willing slave is what I will ever be!
Your Expiration Date
By Rick Rucker
Perhaps one should not know his Fate,
Not even his expiration date,
He might do something different then,
So that information is beyond our ken,
If there is more than one path,
To change it, might incur Fate’s wrath!
If you altered your life every day,
Would it impact the World in a significant way?
Would it extend your lifespan here,
Or bring your end more near?
This type of thinking can drive you to the Brink,
Perhaps cause you to take up Drink,
It seems best to go with The Plan,
Doing but what you can,
Harming no one, doing Good,
Helping others in your ‘hood,
Giving Love, and getting it back,
Surely, that is the right track!
So, by the time you are put into the ground,
You will have affected everyone around,
You will still be gone,
But your name will carry on,
You are not really far away,
If someone remembers you every day!
So, do not question Fate,
Don’t worry about your “use by” date!
This is the last that I will say,
Live Life as if it were TODAY!
I Dare Not Tell You How Much I Love You
By Rick Rucker
Were I to tell you how much I love you,
That you hold my Heart in your hand,
That you have a power over me,
That I did not know existed, in this, or any, land,
That, when we meet, my pulse quickens,
My body, all over, I feel a flush,
That, if you wanted, you could,
Like snuffing out a cigarette, my Life, crush,
Do you know you have The Power,
To make me a pauper, or a King?
Very simply, you could,
Make me do ‘most anything,
I did not know that such an addiction,
Could make me cry, or sing,
That a cure does not exist,
Not even if you wore my ring!
Can needing something so much
Be good for me, for life?
Yes, it can, that is why,
I want you for my Wife!
From your side, I have some qualities,
I will not stray, and I am never late,
I am willing to try hard,
And will be a loving, faithful Mate!
I hope you never read this,
That you never get to see,
That, if you left me,
How devastated I would be!
I Will Cry At My Wedding
By Rick Rucker
Those tears will be very real,
They will reflect the way I feel,
To have found this lovely Wife,
Especially this late in Life,
This gorgeous woman who is never boring,
Always sends my Heart a-soaring,
To astonishingly new heights,
With her Womanly delights,
After having availed myself of her charms,
We fall asleep, in each other’s arms,
I do not know how I earned,
The about face that my Life has turned,
I probably should not question why,
That I am the World’s luckiest guy,
Still, she is so fine,
I hope to make her happy to be mine,
To live happily ever after,
Our lives, full of Love and Laughter!
Words, Like Crawling Babies, Creep
By Rick Rucker
Words, like crawling babies, creep,
Through my mind, as I sleep,
They roam around, and then depart,
Leaving me to finish what they start,
Sometimes, not an easy task,
I must don my “poet” mask,
It helps me to summon my Muse,
Whose talents I can sorely use!
Words and phrases race inside my skull,
Leave me wishing for a lull,
That would allow me the Time,
To fit them in some form of Rhyme,
Another almost sleepless night,
Perhaps one day, I shall get this right.
You Call Me Your Crazy Man
By Rick Rucker
You say that I am crazy, it is true,
Head over heels in Love with you!
Look at it from my side,
You are Mister Toad’s Wild Ride!
Around each corner, a new thrill,
Far stronger than any pill!
Each time we meet, you do surprise,
I am a goner, when I look into your eyes!
My sanity departs in running shoes,
When with you, I cannot get the blues,
Some might call me manic,
But it is just, away from you, I panic!
Once back together, The fear abates,
Yet, when we depart, again it awaits!
I love you oh, so strong,
And wish to always love you, hard and long!
You may still call me crazy,
But, in Love, I am not lazy!
With you help, I make progress,
But you are essential to my Happiness!
Now, with you, I can see,
A long and crazy future for You and Me!
A House Is Not A Home Without You
By Rick Rucker
The carpets and the drapes are new,
Still, something urgent is missing: YOU!
Now that we have a place,
I long always to see your face,
The desire to kiss you before you sleep,
And again as sunlight, into our bedroom, will creep,
I am not complaining, just stating a fact,
You are what I have long lacked,
A friend that shares my secret fears,
As you have shared my past tears,
I love you more than Life,
And would proudly have you as my Wife,
Our place is ready, to become a home,
From which we will not have to roam,
It is what I have prayed for, from Above,
A place for us to share our Love!
You Make Me More Than I Was
By Rick Rucker
Where once, I thought myself complete,
With powers and abilities, replete,
You shattered all those crafted lies,
Filled the air with my sighs,
Where once I seemed so whole,
Loving you has exacted a toll,
You have turned my World upside down,
Built a smile, where there was a frown,
You have forced me to see,
That I can be more than ME!
Needless to say, this was a shock,
My reality you did rock,
You are such a charmer,
You did breach my impenetrable armor,
I never wish to go back,
To that lonely, single track,
I hunger to be always by your side,
On this glorious, scary ride,
I have given up control of me,
For the chance, in Love with you, to be!
My reality construct you have shattered,
Changed everything that I thought mattered,
At once you set my Heart free,
And yet, stole it away from me!
I guess you have the right,
You are the architect of my plight,
You have made me what I am,
Showed me that my life was a sham,
Made me want to say,
That I will love you every day!
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