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Those sweet tender lips were hard to resist,
So I snuck in for just one kiss,
A little peck on the cheek,
Then on the lips before she could speak,
Then I was totally surprised,
And when she pulled me close I realized,
The night was not through,
There was no doubt that she wanted me too,
Her body went a little slack,
Her nails dug into my back,
She kissed my neck and my face,
My whole body her hands would trace,
She started stepping nice and slow,
Pushing me where she wanted to go,
We slipped and fell to the floor,
She showed me Love like no other before,
Then when I thought we would part,
She climbed aboard for a new start,
I woke with her head upon my chest,
Still I just laid there to rest,
My whole body she seemed to sooth,
I tried but could not move,
All this from the lips I couldn't resist,
I just had to have one Kiss!
An Uncle Charlie original
© 2008 unclecharlie
Copyright © Bill Ryan | Year Posted 2010
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She called my number by mistake,
Still her voice I just couldn't shake,
Every word I could still hear,
Just as if she was whispering in my ear,
Not knowing the number to that phone line,
I simply dialed *69,
Not a second seemed to have past,
Before I heard her voice at last,
I couldn't explain the way I'd act,
But had to know her that was a fact,
She giggled some what amused,
And I thought my eggo would soon be bruised,
Then she said that if it must be,
Later today she'd meet me,
Asking her just where to go,
And just how it was her would I know,
She said I'd know her by the voice,
And where to go was my own choice,
The meeting came way to soon,
Meeting for lunch just after noon,
At one woman I stared and was caught,
Thank God it was her looking just as I'd thought,
She kissed me with just a little tug,
Then wrapped her arms around me for a big hug,
I just about fell off of my feet,
That's when she guided me inside for something to eat,
I was nervous not knowing what was in-store,
It's not like I had done this before,
The afternoon we just laughed and joked
Plus now and then went outside and smoked,
She was like a breath of fresh air,
How lucky I felt that she was there,
Now we had come to the parting time,
She said here's my number but use your own dime,
The excitement of her voice will always last,
Even though now we're friends with a past!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2008 unclecharlie
Copyright © Bill Ryan | Year Posted 2010
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Sitting here stuck in front of this TV screen
People popping up that for 20 years I haven't seen
Some can put a very big smile on this old face
Other I shed a tear wishing they were still in my space
To just some I send a note or two
Just to see what they may want to do
The few responses bring me back to life
To when we lived on the edge of a very thin knife
It was all about friends and having fun
I think we were still friends after it was all done
Some of those times we lived only by moving fast
Yet sat down and laughed after it all went past
Threw out the years I've only missed a few
But darling please believe at the top was only you
Thank God that we now have the world wide web
I now remember when on my shoulder you laid your head
Also the sweet smell of your every different perfume
And the smile I had every time you entered the room
Now I just sit back , smiling, wonder and dwell
Had I hung around could we have done very well
Those are the questions that are close to the heart
But in our life's the answer will never be a part
So as the questions and emotions start running threw
One of the people I've missed most was surely you!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie
Copyright © Bill Ryan | Year Posted 2011
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Exhaling a sweet smooth smoke from the past
Something I had forgotten even still last
Wondering which direction this life is taking me
And what next surprise will it be that I see
Will I just sit and do nothing at all
Or head for the things that as I pass call
Remember there's nothing I really can't do
Reading a book can always help too
Or maybe take the pole on out into the lake
To get knee deep 1/2 way across it would take
Need to fill up this idle time
And there's plenty of project that are all mine
But now not being rushed or not expected to work
We've sat on our ass and been kind of a jerk
So tomorrow she needs to tag along
Maybe we'll surprise her with lunch and Sorry I was wrong
My friend I can see the picture just as I write
She'll say for today or every single night
Then smile and blow me a little kiss
With out her life wouldn't be near as smooth as this!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2010 unclecharlie
Copyright © Bill Ryan | Year Posted 2010
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I ride the bike even when it's a little cold
I am now biker trash so I am told
What has changed I just can't see
Has parking my truck really made a change in me
Or is the fact that I like to ride
And that my friend I'll never hide
From the ones that can't understand
How that throttle feels in my hand
Yet it's still the same man as before
That now you have some need to ignore
Last week when you were broke
I didn't laugh or at you poke
Instead I held out my hand
Helping you as much as I can
When you once had no food to eat
Who put that sack of groceries at your feet
The that time your kids got really sick
My phone seemed to ring awfully quick
At those times you were not afraid
And a friend I thought I had made
But now my face you can only slap
Because I have a leather jacket and some chaps
Go ahead and judge me if you must
And I really don't need your trust
I have shown what I can and will do
In your time of need I was there for you
Now that you've seen me ride
Have I some how hurt your pride?
Now your friendship may be missed
But don't dial my number I must insist
Because in my truck or on my bike
I am still the man that for 5 years you did like
Maybe the stories are really true
Everyone is trash unless they live like you!
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Copyright © Bill Ryan | Year Posted 2011
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I listen as she slowly breathes
Praying to God this isn't when she will leave
So far she's lasted longer then anyone thought
Now wrapped up in the red tape we are caught
Papers waiting to be signed
Every dotted one they underlined
Knowing that she can't read them and would just not understand
Leaving each and every choice solely in my hand
Not wanting to give up the right
To choose where she sleeps at through the day and night
Now will all my concerns be taken into thought
Or once I sign will I be the one they forgot
Will she be kept with the ones that care
Or just sent off any where
Here on this I may have just rambled
But on her health I can not gamble
She's not laying in a bed of clovers
And there's nothing like " Do Overs"
As a full grown and some what hard man
I shed a tear and try to understand
If the tables would be turned
Simply in Hell would I burn
Maybe God would just carry me away
Knowing, I did the best I could ever day
But when she gone would she be proud
Thinking I did what was best while crying out loud
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© 2011 unclecharlie
Copyright © Bill Ryan | Year Posted 2011
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Every day my thoughts are spinning
Have I really lost or could I be winning
Not a lot has come to a change
Except life's adventure she can't arrange
So she throws out stories she believes are true
I go along telling her how great it was and something again we must do
In front of her I won't shed a tear
I'll only make sure she knows that I am here
She eats very little but full her plate we kept
There when she wakes and while she's slept
Some day she has no idea who I may be
I take care of her is all she can see
People ask how I can drop my every day routine
To those people all I say is " That is what Love really means"
Put on your big boy pants and for awhile forget about fun
Believe each moment you have could be the last one
Her pain I just can not sooth and she hurts every time I help her more.
She has been huge part of this life I am in
She was there before it even would first begin
Easier this wouldn't ever get
She slowly dieing and all I can do is sit
Tear in my eyes and falling apart
No matter what she's got a big place in my heart
I wonder if I will make this through
While second guessing all that I do
When she passes who should I blame
Do I express myself or call it God's claim
Some say I am doing nothing more then baby sitting
But the work this all takes they just aren't getting
For 3 days I've helped her as I cried
I ask God, To Take her , how could you decide
Believe this has Humbled me more then just a little bit
This is the part of life I wasn't prepared to hit
Mean , tough and heartless many times I have been Described
That whole side of me is now filled with helping and pride
As I sit back help, shed tears as to handle this all I try
But God why pick me to show " How I Lie"
On her last day who can really blame
Or do I thank God,"For taking her and ending her pain ?"
I do feel that I've done my part
That doesn't make it easier for my broken heart
There is something I really don't get
Good people die while on this earth the rotten one's still sit!
I know God does things in his very own way
but I am beginning to wonder," Does he hear me when I pray!
An Uncle Charlie Original
An Uncle Charlie Original
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Dreaming a dream from yesterday,
Seems so close yet so far away,
The people I once touched,
That I thought Loved me so much,
Now just a faded dream,
Real it does no longer seem,
Still it leaves me sad,
Remembering what for a short time we had,
Thinking that it could never end,
But now it all seems like something that was only pretend,
Even after all that we did,
It was no different then a game as a kid,
Not another word will ever be spoken,
About a bleeding heart that's now broken,
One that may never again feel,
Not knowing for sure what's real,
After feeling the shame,
Of falling for yet another game,
Not another chance can I take,
Never knowing if it's love or all fake,
The truth we still try to find,
But by love we are yet again blind,
Once again where do we fit,
True Love can we ever get?
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© 2008 unclecharlie
Copyright © Bill Ryan | Year Posted 2010
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I wake up with the morning light,
Something doesn't feel quite right,
I wipe my eyes and scratch my head,
Oh no there's someone in my bed,
I gently pull the blanket back,
Hoping that they won't attack,
I see a lovely face and full head of hair,
How the hell did she get there,
Now my head starts to hurt,
What does she have on but my shirt,
Soft steps I now take,
Coffee I really need to make,
With a cup in hand,
On the porch I now stand,
At an empty drive way I now stare,
My car just isn't there,
The questions will have to keep,
The answers are on my bed asleep,
I don't want her awake,
Can't remember her name for heaven sake,
Not liking how the day has begun,
But last night must have been fun,
Now there are foot steps in the hall,
Guess she's not asleep at all,
She buries her head in my shoulder,
Then my kids she's not much older,
Then she says don't you fret,
My name is Evette,
I know I am not the one,
But last night was really fun,
Adding that she had met me at the bar,
Then took my keys so I wouldn't drive the car,
She didn't want to be alone,
She called a cab and took me home,
Then asked if she could stay,
Til a little later in the day,
Then asked don't you remember this,
And gave me a big hug and kiss,
Not sure what it all should mean,
But this is every old mans dream!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2008 unclecharlie
Copyright © Bill Ryan | Year Posted 2011
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I kissed her head and said goodbye
Yet for hours I sit and cry
I lived life my own way
But she still loved me every day
I am a better person then before
But strength I just don't have any more
Many years may have went past
But she got me living life right at last
Something many tried to do
She was the one to finally make it all come true
Now I feel completely lost alone
She was the only one that could help me grow
No matter what Love she'd always show
Even with all the sh**ty things I may have done
She made sure I knew that I always had someone
With all the things she helped me survive
How could I have prayed for god not to keep her alive
Now in tears and falling apart
With her went 1/2 my heart
The rest is made of big rock
So all the bad things it can block
Now it's how to stay on track
When she's no longer got my back
Nor is there anyone to give me hell
When they see I am not doing so well
Lucy please listen to these last words
The ones that enough are never heard
You alone pulled me through
So that the right things I would finally do
Now I will live in just a little fear
Who can I turn to when your not here
Please tell Beth and Papa Hi
Because to none of you can I say " Good Bye "
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie
Copyright © Bill Ryan | Year Posted 2011
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