Last minute love,
You left me speechless in this heartless town
From high above
You left me broken and unspoken with a frown
However, you haven’t hurt my heart yet…
You haven’t hurt me with remorse and regret
It was just rebellion kind of love
Let’s face it…
It’s nothing to be ashamed of
Just fight it…
I was young and foolish…
I belong with the rest of the fish
But, this rebellion inside
Made me feel broken pride
Now, where do I hide?
With this rebellion inside?
An evanescent pasture I couldn’t find…
If you can be so kind,
Find me a foolish way to endure — I’m just so blind…
Where do I hide?
This rebellion inside?
It was just rebellion kind of love
Let’s face it…
It’s nothing to be ashamed of
Just fight it…
I was young and foolish…
I belong with the rest of the fish
But, this rebellion inside
Made me feel crucified…
I’m sorry I’m left behind
An evanescent pasture I couldn’t find…
If you can be so kind,
Find me a foolish way to endure — I’m just so blind…
Where do I hide?
This rebellion inside?
Way back in 1983,
when I was just twenty-four you see,
very early in my career,
young, naïve, somewhat cavalier,
I wanted to buy a brand-new car,
something sporty, not some "boxcar".
Of course I had the money, the "dinero",
so I went out and bought a Chevy Camaro.
It was a 1983 Sport Coupe -
rather appropriate for my age group.
The color was diablo red,
and lemme tell ya! It sure turned heads!
Everywhere I went, that car got attention
and I won't deny it gave me an air of pretension.
Looking back, I suppose I was young and foolish
thinking that the car made me look coolish,
but that car was dependable
and took me where I needed to go,
whether on winding roads
or on the straight and narrow.
Now I have a treasury of memories:
its sounds, touches, and sights as well;
I still can remember that new-car smell.
Your first car is something you fondly remember,
forgetting the flaws, looking back on its splendor.
Fisticuffs
Miracle Man
12/23/2024
Brawling is only for the young and foolish,
those with a yet to be developed brain.
Instead of taking their cue from cupid,
many minds are centered on raising cane.
Advanced years
transformed me from “Pit’” to chihuahua,
I bark from the porch but age stole my bite.
I’ve now become as “yellow as mustard,
and couldn’t be poured into a fight”.
Inspired by the Glenn Hughes song, "Where Did the Time Go?"
Where did the time go?
We meet again! Were we young and foolish then?
Now, what do we know?
It was love at a glance.
We had a fight. Would things now be right
If you gave me a chance?
Would life have been great?
Did we pay a cost for opportunity lost?
Or was it better left to fate?
Can we ken life's flow?
There's a reason for every season.
It's better to let go.
Where did the time go?
We meet again! Were we young and foolish then?
Now, what do we know?
When Sam was broke, young, and foolish
He hit the road hitchhiking across the U.S.
Getting rides from cars, trucks, and buses
Going down the freeway and back highways
And occasionally in a city
Watching a tram passing by
Thinking perhaps
I'd rather ride a train
Oh, young and foolish was I
Impetuous as an unleashed pony
In a lush green meadow
Where the fences were far away,
And I was free to explore.
October 27, 2021
for "Bite Size Poem No. 25" poetry contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
It was one of those nights that a rapscallion would swoon
our pirate ship glided almost silently by the light of the moon
we were stealthily advancing on a world we did not know
They would experience our cutthroat ways before we would go
I hear they have women my bunkmate whispered to me
What would this scallywag know? He was merely twenty-three.
I hear they are pretty whispered a lad on the other side
I rolled my eyes; when we got there, where would they hide?
They were not true pirates, they did not understand.
They were bold, loud, young and foolish, not part of our band.
I was irritated with our leader for letting them get on board.
While I was thinking this, one of them loudly snored.
For over thirty years we had sneaked into this marvelous cove.
We had stolen their best things, I swear this, by jove!
But on this trip these young ones ruined everything by being loud.
We barely escaped with your lives from the hostile island crowd.
Oh, young and foolish was I
Impetuous as an unleased pony
In a lush green meadow
Where the fences were far away,
And I was free to explore.
Oh, young and foolish was I
Unrestrained by age’s wisdom
In a world of opportunity,
So unprepared for any danger
Hungry for adventure.
Oh, young and foolish was I
So ignorant and self-assured,
Surrounded by possibility
Claiming fortunes unearned,
Life’s lottery mine.
Oh, young and foolish was I
Riding high on life’s steed--
No fear, no worry
Until I faced a bitter loss,
And fell hard.
written September 25, 2021
Dear my enemies
I was young and foolish,
I made mistakes,
I fought and fell,
But still I never gave up the fight,
I’m here where I am on my own
I’m laughing out every day,
With smiles colliding,
But oh! My pains are Berg mountains.
I’ve seen all your actions,
Yet I’m cool with them.
You don’t want me happy,
You don’t want me to live,
You are scavengers and night
Fighting souls with nothing
I have no hate for you
If that’s what keeps your souls at peace
So be it
I will be and I will remain the faceless one
You without scars
Where were you when the rest were climbing trees?
Scuffing shins, scraping our knees
Where were you when the hardest lessons were learned?
With everlasting reminders, carved in flesh
Where were you when we left home?
Bound to roam, into the danger of a world unknown
Where were you when we tested our limits?
Our endurance, perseverance
Where were you when we surrendered to love?
The draw of the rose and its thorns pricked with blood
Where were you when we were young and foolish?
Heedless and reckless and without regrets
Where were you when enemies came?
When we fought them back with steel and flame.
Where were you when we were living?
Collecting our scars as proof
Each raised line, joining together
A roadmap of a life lived
Every step, every mistake, every challenge overcome
Where were you who stands today
Flawless, unblemished as a blank page
Where were you?
Did you live?
Sad songs conjure up images of unrequited love
Way back when we were young and foolish,
When our immature emotions ruled our hearts
We were highly impressionable and easily swayed.
Way back when we were young and foolish
Our vulnerability was our worst internal enemy
We were highly impressionable and easily swayed
Remembering the aching heartbreak and bitterness.
Our vulnerability was our worst internal enemy
Settling in to expose our youth and eagerness
Remembering the aching heartbreak and bitterness
Making us reluctant to share our broken heart.
Settling in to expose our youth and eagerness
We sought the new love, all the while, still
Making us reluctant to share our broken heart
Careful not too quickly to expose the hurt.
We sought the new love, all the while, still
When our immature emotions ruled our hearts
Careful not too quickly to expose the hurt,
Sad songs conjure up images of unrequited love.
Written June 12, 2021
Submitted to "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 11"
Sponsored by Mark Toney
A Cloud came by too touch me,it was deep but lost in memory and that was the time we shared.the choice was not of thought.and was of impulse and not of Truth only lies I live a life that is not true it's what I gave to you.I never loved you all the way .I never had a happiness that I deserved I was Young and Foolish .but you were Good so I never left you it was not fair .because you loved me all the way I was a cheating soul that lives this lie. but all the years went by stuck by your side your not perfect in anyway but I'll live the lie till the day I die.
When I was a young man
I was foolish
and not afraid of anything
In the summer of 1975
I took a Greyhound bus
across the country
when my bus pass was stolen
I hitchhiked
across the country
and for two and 1/2 months
I traveled across the country
meeting all sorts of very strange people
experiencing the underbelly of American Society
now that I am 65
and I think back upon those days
I am horrified
that I did that
because now that I'm old man
I'm much more prudent
and much more careful
and much more afraid
but back then
being young and foolish
I did what a lot of young
and foolish people do
boldly go into the world
without a plan
just seeing where life took me
that made all the difference
in the world
It’s sad, truly heartbreaking,
how some souls can break a person,
and never feel them aching.
For all the hope they’re taking,
they make sure to leave some behind.
I saw it coming miles away,
but yes for her, I’m blind.
What she never understood,
perhaps she never could,
is that she didn’t need to fear,
by here side I always stood.
For her sins are God’s to judge.
I just needed trust.
As lies are poison, truth a must,
if you ever love somebody,
don’t choose to hurt.
Don’t choose to wait.
Don’t choose the pain.
Trust that it gets better,
through sun and rain.
Don’t run away,
don’t make mistakes,
never too late,
before you miss a lifetime,
that God can’t fix.
I’m only human, she should know,
I carried all I can, I’ve had to let it go.
I’ve been there for her, I was on my own,
I was young and foolish, she didn’t see me grown.
Though I try to comprehend,
answer questions and truths to bend,
it really is just clear,
she doesn’t love me back,
that’s the end.
For what I missed or lacked,
the bad and flaws I had,
it had always been a fact,
that for her I’d fallen mad.
You never choose who you love.
one after the other
all my mistakes i did with you
took life for granted
i was unseasoned and naïve
yes i should have known better
but i was young and foolish
it’s been a long time coming
i should have told you long ago
i have regrets and i’m sorry
can’t turn back the hands of time
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
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