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A Beautiful Story

Here it is...a beautiful story about us....
 
The theme of us has been
written about for ages.
Love missed us,
Personal tragedies,
Shared but not shared,
shaped us.
 
We did our best
To live,
To survive,
Different kinds of battles
But battles none the less.
 
Bloodied, battered,
Life taught us how
To survive and we have.
Our worlds were so much the same
But different.
 
You have always been in my heart,
That's simple to say.
Men can be so transparent
And I am not so different.
 
Early on I knew 
I was a romantic,
A sensitive,
A poet,
An Actor and Singer.
But war changed that for me.
 
At fifteen I saw your beauty
And innocence.
That is what I've had in my heart
to this very moment.
 
This is so fun....
Your have seen so meny
Coastlines from yaughts
and Mohitos.
while I have driven through the jungles
and marches of Honduras
to see the same sunset.
And yes....
You there with me...
 
Something like Hemingway
I am to you you've said to me..
I like the comparison.
Battle tested.
Well traveled
And read.
Yep, that's me.
And I can cook too.
 
Baby, your life is the stuff
of million dollar movies.
The glamor of Hollywood,
The Red Carpet
Doesn't care about last
Nights fight.
 
But you are a fighter.
Your Father taught you lessons
In his own way as did mine.
We share that.
 
Baby,
My love.
We aren't from 
different social worlds.
Our values are the same,
We complement each other
If you can get past my long hair.
 
I love you.
 
My love,
You have given to me 
a most precious gift
these past few days
 
Love...me

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Filbert Gets His Wish

Filbert Crumb..... Gets His Wish!

A sad little man was Filbert Crumb....as he sat on the bus. "
Another lonelyday"  He thought to himself.  
Looking up, Filbert saw a little dog.  
Neatly tucked  into a little girls backpack.  
Its' head was peaking out 
and smiled at Filbert.
 
"See, even a dog has a better life than me"...
"I wish I was that little dog".  
Filbert reached out to pet the pooch 
in the backpack 
and was surprised when the little dog 
happily licked at his fingers.

“Hi there little doggie, How are you?”  
And then the strangest thing happened.  
The little dog replied back!

“I am wonderful..”  
“Did you just speak to me?” 
whispered Filbert to the  little dog.


“Yep...Yep...Yep...I did!” said the little dog.  
“But how is that possible?” asked Filbert. 
“I really don't know, I am just as surprised as you are.” said the little dog. 
“Are you happy being a little dog?” asked filbert.
“Oh yes, it's wonderful.  I have a nice home, good food 
and toys to play with”.

“I wish I were a dog.” 
“Oh, you can be.  
It's really very simple to do.”  
Said the little dog with a wink.....
“All you have to do is this....

“Jump Up and Down on just one leg...
and spin yourself a round....
around and round......
and spin yourself around”....
Sang the little dog.
.“Really! Is that all?”  said Sad Filbert.

Yep...Yep...Yep....said the little dog.

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Kathryn's Love Part Vii - the End

After the Second of Epona Plains
Part Seven

Gundar Nills..the Victor.
Your witch I'll burn 
At the full moon
So precious to you
As my son was to me.
And Damn you all
For eternity.

So Gundar Nills
Ordered his men
To tie poor
Kathryn to a tree
In the forest
Of the Mystic 
Mountains.

He sensed that
His love was in dire need
And rode all the
Day and into the night
Until his horse could go
no more.

On a hill the Young Prince
saw down in the valley
It was Kathryn
that night, 
Burned at the stake....
He was too late
To save her.
He mourned.

Gundar Nills, 
The Viking King,
Had his revenge,.
His son was 
Atoned for at last.

But our Wiccan Princess...
An amulet she
Wore that night.
He said it had the power
To protect her
He said...
No fire or pain
Would she ever know...
As the flames grew around her..
You could hear 
A sweet voice singing....
Until she just vanished....
Like smoke in 
the air....

Our Prince
gathered his strength
And rode threw the night
To face Gundar Nills,
The Viking King,
A challenge
Was made
And honored.
 
At the Bay of Epona
 They met for one last time..
They both fought
With shields and daggers
Circling each other
Until at last
They rushed head on
Like thunder.

Gundar Nills drove his blade
To the hilt....
He thought he had won the day
But to his dismay...
He felt the point
Of the young Prince's
Knife pierce his Blackened
Heart.....as he fell.
Gundar Nills, the viking King
Was dead.
.
But alas our Prince 
was mortally wounded......
 Oh  Kathryn...he sighed with his 
last dying breath,
My love will always yours.
From the day we shared
In the meadow......
Till this...
And our Prince closed his
Eyes forever.



Many did witness what happened next.
The heavens they did open
And Kathryn appeared
In a bright flash of light,
and took her lover 
home.

From that day to this 
You can see on the
Mountain,
Over looking the bay,
Carved deep
into rock....
Our Prince standing
Guard...
With Kathryn at 
his side.

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Again

Again

Soldier...
Poet...
Writer...
Son...
Lover..
Never a father
But an Uncle
many times...

Clerk
Salesman
Driver
Plumbers Helper
Carpenter
Best friends
with you....

Manager
Traveler
Guide
Mentor
Rogue
Always on an adventure....

Executive
Marketing
Sales
Support Engineering
Computers...
The big house
on an acre
of lawn.

9/11
All of it gone
Or given away
Honduras
A lost five years
Wandering...

Then I re-found you
and became a
Poet
Writer
Lover 
and Best friend.......Again.

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Love Lost

When you called I was so happy
but you left and I lost everything I knew.
I needed your love.....
When I needed it most...

But you were not there.
You took flight....
As you always you do...
When it hurts as I do.

You run....and tell
How and weep I know
How tears your feel
In darkness.....

We never kissed....
Or slept in the nights warm embrace....
To awake......kissing....

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Letters From Vietnam

LETTERS FROM VIETNAM.........Volume One......

November and December...1967/68.......

I drove by your house...several times...In hopes of seeing you......but then I had to go 
away....

Dearest Sharon,

I missed your Prom....I had other commitments....
Hemingway...was the very first American causality of WWI...in Italy....a young man. He fell 
in love...with his nurse....and his love was not denied....but it was not taken either... 
because of the riches of an Italian Duke....she left him....his words did not persuade 
her.....as he had prayed.

Jack Riley......Sat in a mud hole....it was still raining.....
He had just called in a Air Strike Mission!.  This was going to be close...It had to be.....He 
needed time to get to them out..........FUBAR.....!!!!!! 

The Jets' screamed down the Valley  at dusk!........The first Fighter Jet dived low and 
slow.....to draw enemy fire ..hopefully...then the second Fighter Jet would come in.....and 
destroy the target.....at my command.....again...hopefully....

Randall Smith.....Vietnam

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Have You Forgotten

Have you forgotten?
Or do you not care?
Has someone or something
Taken it away somewhere?

I know you once had it
I saw it...I did.
Your bright smile
So wonderful to hear.

We just have this one life
Of this I am told.
So please let me help you
Find what you have lost.

Forget about past hurts,
It does no one good.
Brooding and weeping
About things we can't change.

Wake up and feel
Marvel at little things
Taste the jam on your bread
But most of all be happy
Because you're not dead.

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A Fountain For Carmela

A Fountain for Carmela....
 
In the village of Santa Maria, high in the mountains lived a little girl named Carmela. It has 
always been the tradition of the women to carry water from the well no matter how far and bring 
it home.  This was done sometimes twice a day.  
 
 
It was another beautiful morning as the Sun began to rise.  Outside the front door, brightly 
colored Parrots were singing sweet songs as Carmela’s mother, Esperanza, prepared the 
morning meal of tortilla’s, black beans and sweet coffee.  Carmela so enjoyed sitting next to her 
mother by the cooking fire.  This was her time, alone with her mother, learning how to tend the 
fire and grind the maze that she loved the most. 
 
 
As her Mother dipped her ladle into the water jug, it was plain to see that it was almost empty.  
Carmela looked into the jug and asked….
 
 
"Mama, can I carry the water today?"  Little Carmela asked, she was so happy to be old enough 
to do such a thing.  Her mother had taught her how to balance the jug on top of her head just 
right, so as not to spill even drop on their many trips to the well.  But the well was half a day’s 
walk down the mountain and back and she had never gone all by herself.  It was a hard task for 
sure but her familia needed water for cooking and cleaning.

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A Lighthouse

I've gardened and read
I wrote poetry in my head
I picked up all the clippings
And everything red.

Time now to nap
And dream dreams far away
Of my true love
My one love
And a light house....

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Pearls

I don't need to be Hemingway...
Or anyone else....
I am comfortable being me
In lust with you....

My poem of a man....
A warrior...
Speaks all I can say
to you....

Golden curls and red lips
So excite me....
In my dreams 
Pearls are my gift to you
As I sleep....So loving.