Stepped Toes Propose

Once every 4th year we get a pass to make a pass
At a laddie who we want to make our man
Or husband - why only this few times? It seems
At this juncture we'd know our feminine designs
Put upon a male could possibly be not dire for
Our female, human desires guide us on our way to
Love them up and down their crazy antic ways and
Make us want to say, "Will you marry me, you
Randy sot? I really want to know. If you say, YES!
Consider this:  you will be blessed - or, NO?
You will not get another look from my direction and
I will step upon your toes making you incapable of
Standing up to me - you'll fall upon your knees and
Happily propose to me!"

Fishing Trip

Hook, line and sinker -
Completely major stinkers
Trapping you in their paths -
Wrapping you in its grasp
Tugging you up from under
In its wire line - fine, sturdy,
Braided metal strands
Un-sever-able by toothiness -
Wash up! - dinner time.

Battering Ram

Crowds of thoughts of sounds of
People - their bodies making the
Noises of life - a cacophony of
Wails from the cradlde to the grave
Begin what might be the soundtrack to
Your strife in traveling forward
Happily since the din of the noise
Rises high above the thought pattern
You fly to make your choices seem right.
Put the pedal to the metal and go -
Battering down all that get in the way.
This is your life; you get to play it
However you want - without say.

Sharp's Blue Eyes

Sparkling blue like no other,
Not even my dad's! Held in a
Face I wanted to hold mostly
When I was sad and awkward and
Zitty - oh how I tried so hard to
Win his heart with my brazen advances
His mother thought quite mad.
Her son couldn't see me like I him -
We were young, naive and too different -
Him with his popularity and good looks,
Me with my annoying cloying - how
Could he be so blind - his eyes
Seemed to say they saw everything and
With mine I felt he saw mine - oh, he did -
Stuck on stalker-like focus trying too hard to
Connect to his - opened but closed
Shutting me out though my heart was
Stuck on stu-pid!

History Mystery

History is a mystery especially if
You don't know or remember your own.
Remember to remember the good & bad
Times with friends and family and foes -
They will come back to haunt if you don't
Unless your mind is erased by calamity
Something not necessarily provoked by
Old age or villainy upon the stages of
Your life - it sweeps through like a
War torn town's skeleton found propped up on the
Porch of City Hall - supported by nothing
But splintery slats of woods seen through the
Skinless, organless remains of your corpse.

The history of your body - work and otherwise -
Can be remembered or forgot - it's a mystery for
History buffs if you leave portions of your life locked.

Vanilla & Chocolate

The craziest thing is this: not knowing there are differences.
When I was 6 and moved to California I did not know differences existed.
What I saw was white... vanilla and nothing else. I knew and loved chocolate.
I knew the complexities of chocolate's taste upon my tongue made me love it
More than vanilla - but I didn't know it existed in skin... was that a sin I
Found myself in? I was a child. Not judging; not caring that the kids I played
With had different colors I thought I'd acquire from sitting awhile in the sun.
I was told, "When you move to California you will get a dark tan."
And so it went without saying I didn't go a day with staring at my skin
Whilst whiling away the hours on the sidewalk in a swimsuit awaiting the
Glow to explode upon my skin... there was this freckle, my babysitter told me,
"Would grow and cover my skin the same color..." Again I sat, stared and
Waited... Nothing. Then when she showed up at my door shirtless and head fully braided -
I saw the chocolate everywhere and was amazed she was a he with cornrows!
Discovering then what I know now is: it's better to not know what you don't and
Uncover the truths at the front door to your new house, in a new town, with
New people and flavors that satisfy a deep, unknown craving coloring with broad
Strokes everything you know today... I'm happy to say I didn't know there were
Differences... that makes me different... who cares?

Disneyland

Disneyland you are so far off
To the west you are from me
I miss your gumless paths
I traveled on in order to see:
Mickey, Minnie, Donald,
Pluto, Goofy and Tinkerbelle
The crowds would quite agree
That the World down in Florida
Is not half as grand as having
You all in one place -
Minus humidity, mosquitoes and the
Occasional man who is loud and
Obnoxious getting kicked out
Just because he couldn't have
Unlimited time with Minnie
His mini-hissy fit belied a man of 50,
However, I cried too when I could
Not see the castle where
Dreams come true on the spot!
Oh Disneyland, Disneyland
I love you, oh I do! If only I could afford
The travel expenses to get me to your door
I may stop this incessant clamoring to
Enjoy your every ride and store.

Potty Break

Do I really gotta go again?
Is my bladder really that full?
Can it be that drinking tea
Has made me want to run
Like a bull through a china shop
Just to find the bowl to empty
The contents of this body part
So as not to unload in a desk
Where a child sits - the
Devastation would be complete -
Knowing that I didn't control
A body part - making life un-neat!

Red Wool Dress

I know what looks good upon
My girls - lifted, smoothed
Not separated - black pearl above
Their mounds - red wool sweater
Dress that slides down around
The shaper, nylons, slip and bra -
Thank goodness the panties are cotton
Otherwise I'd be too hot!

Standard Issued

Can't seem to find it in

Himself to continue with

The pace to pass the

Standardized tests that

Make him seemingly great.

He sits with fist upon his temple

Zoning completely out

Avoiding the inevitable

He's not allowed to shout

There are other students present

Not dealing with this threat

If he doesn't do something quick

He's going to get wrecked.

Staring at me and away

I can do nothing to help his plight

He doesn't know the cost of a dime

And for this he does afright.

I feel for him - I couldn't do it

All over again myself - but if you

Need to measure up then use

The ruler issued - even if it's just

Paper it will do the job just fine

And then when he is a doctor

His scalpel will carve out the time

He lost in these cold plastic seats

Determining the cost of all the 

Information he didn't use in filling in

Little bubbles using a #2 standard

Issued pencil.

Almost 40

Ten days till leaping
18 till dread of another
Year older and THANK GOD
Not dead - although the
Gray hairs and wrinkles
Are sluiced with the juice of
Hope found in their bottles
No noose can produce the
Youth long gone and
Experience gained in the
Form of time passed and
Growing pains.

Aging

18 I like your number
Your name - the game
You hold sway with -
How cool are you?

At that number we are
Grown - out of a child and
Into the pain of an adulthood
Not ready to tame the
Beast of adolescence.

Yet swag has set in -
You think you know it all,
But deep down inside you're
Digging for a crown to

Place on your head and
Make you feel like a king or a
Queen - you have more time
Left to discover the truth

That a number is a number
That increases without excuse
Adding experience to your
Youth to grow you up and

Make you feel revered just so
You won't notice how many
Tears have been shed as you
Are added to year after year.

Prayers

Every night a prayer shared
Are they for real? Are they heard?
Are they renewed, recycled
Something valuable to You?

We offer them up so as not to sin -
But are these prayers a smoke screen
In lustfully pursuing a passion in
Love outside of the norms of trust?

Begging in prayer to continue
Undeterred on a path with Your
Guidance a place in the annals of
Love unchided.

Prepositionally Phrased

Dotty above me
Spotty around
I need an object
To complete me or
Else I will frown...
I can follow if need be
Don't get me wrong
I want to stand or sit
Beside you in this
Little song just so you
Know in spite of
The rumors regarding
These stanzas - being
The only one -
Outside this structure
Beyond my humorous tone,
According to current polls,
Beneath my exterior
Concerning my growth
In educational matters -
I think I should boast
About and after much
Thought since I can -
Move toward an end, but
Only as planned.

Said Best

My favorite saying that was ever said,
After my question - I hadn't read:
"Did you like me back then?"

He hesitated.
Didn't make eye contact and said,
After a painful pause
I imagined would be concluded with
Something negative expressed:

"I didn't like you...
[A breath taken and exhaled]
I loved you."

I fell more in love with him that day.
I don't ever want either of us to feel gray.
I will remember quite fondly what he did say
And plan to express it much the same way.

Stupid Cupid

Stupid Cupid what did you pay
To wake up this morning
With nothing to say?

I want some roses, or flowers
And candy to boot - please don't
Get all randy and try to shoot

Your arrows up high - merely
Aiming for the sky - find a target,
Mark it and pull that string back

I want to hear a super loud CRACK
When the arrow sinks in to the
Back of the Jack of all trades who

Left me a dollars worth of message hearts
On my filthy desk along with darts aimed
At the area that beats my blood

He will not win this woman's fancy
He is no good - shroud his face in infamy
That is the hood that will cover the offense

Of horrible poetry, wilted flowers too -
Candy moldy and grammatically spelled
Card - BOO!

The envelope is soggy where his spit
Sealed the deal and the sentiment
Illegible - I will hafta guess...

It's not my true love, but a 5-year-old
Who told me I made him happy -
NOW WHO'S THE FOOL?

Stupid Cupid what did you pay

To wake up this morning 

With nothing to say?

You could have warned me 

This would turn out this way!

I would have definitely prayed!!!

"Home" in His Arms

Going back "home" it is
Not my home - it is my station
In life... where the love of it
Resides and I want to reside
In his arms, in his head,
In his bed - so much so
He's an idol I must smash
With coldness and boundaries
Or else we will end before
We've begun to discover
What's necessary to run this
Gauntlet of fun.

He knows what he wants
So do I too - but outta the sack
Is what we will do - it's not
Time to awake or arouse "love"
Before it so desires - who knows
When it will and so it's cold showers
For both of us - he's grateful to say
To not be alone with these feelings
Of grandeur between my legs
Wrapped around horses jumping
Fences, avoiding detection from
The infection of tender devotion
Found in his eyes and in mine also

We are friends till the end of the
Feelings that drive us to an end of
A road where we no longer are blue
From being alone, well in theory at best,
How do we do this? Is it all just a test?
We want to pass it and do good for
Each other and God - only knows and
Maybe he too, when the rock will come
In order to be carried over the threshold
In his strong arms where love can then
Consume us - under, on top of blankets
Bound together - swaddled in
Each others arms - finally home.

Homesick

To come all this way and
Miss what has not left me
I left to hide from pain
Collected from broken
Hearts I ran to gather in
My arms - over and over
Again... I don't want to
Repeat the offense, but
I find myself incapable of
Not following in past
Footsteps where I ran to
Do what caused the running to
Another west... smack dab in
The middle - with a real love
That paid for me to go home
And see what I grew to love
A little to late.

It won't go anywhere.
But I have and now it's
Too late - I can't afford to
Return... for many reasons.

Momma's Day

68 years ago today the
Woman who brought me
Into the world was brought in
Just the same.

Charcoal black hair
Sapphire blue eyes
Porcelain skin and a
Smile so wide

An Irish twin to her older
Sister's shadow - always
Trying to live up to her
Mother's approval

Proving nothing but being
Disapproved and still her
Satin black hair and
Sparkling blue eyes

Belied the pain that she did
Hide behind so others would
Not see that she did not shine
As bright as the kettle her sister

Did whistle from being poured out
Upon the wishes of others - her
Mother abused her with bitterness,
Comparisons too - just not

Measuring up - yet up I looked at
Her cerulean peepers and fell
In love with her sweet demeanor.
She is my momma.

So precious; so dear - and so many
Times I have desperately feared for
Her safety and happiness and every-
Thing else to bring about a joy

Unending so as to erase the pain of
The past in order to grace her with
The beauty of the presence her
Presence has made in the lives of so many.

She has nursed the fears out of
Thousands of strangers with a bedside
Manner only exhibited in saints -
She said she was called and she

Is definitely capable and I hope I can
Be as saintly as she when she returns to
The position when she held me in her arms
As a babe - she did grace - so I could

Survive this trying race of life and
Disappointment, rejection and faith -
In not too near a future - I don't want to
Lose her face from the earth - I love her so.

Scrambled Eggs

Scrambled eggs
Scrambled mind
Fry 'em up,
Don't despise the

Mix of emotions
Rising to the top
Fluffy from forking
Pop, pop, pop!

Scooping up with
Toast - shoveling it in
The taste buds enjoy
Warm protein squish

Cracked, running
Sizzling on pan
Time for a little more
Pam to begin again!

Not KnowIng

I really don't know how to do this:
How many times do I need to
Express this insecurity - I need to
Cling to God and believe NOT
Distrust this lust that connives me
Into thinking it's love - it's NOT, it's
Just that - For Unlawful Carnal -
KnowIng this is all I have known and
Now see encourages him to know
I, too, struggle with his same difficulties of
The flesh - which wrinkles, fades and
Decays from outside to in sometimes
In a day, sometimes in a lifetime, even
When the lifetime is just a day!
What can I say? I am grateful to have
This challenge than to not have it at all...
I don't really know how to do this, but
I am trying - I am doing the best I can and
So is he!

Jiggly Parts

All of your jiggly parts and
Gray hair are loved by
Someone quite lovable!
With hair down to his
Belt loops and lower -
The perfectly Angel kissed
Freckle right above his
Left nostril beckons me to
Kiss it except for fear of
Ingesting boogers do I
Stall for time and go in for the
Old stand by - his lips, rosy red
And soft held up by the cool
Slickness of smooth pearly
Incisors longing to sink into the
Plushness of the skin that jiggles
While giggling like a 15-year-old.

Fatal Attraction

Nervously awaiting his call -
Nervously awaiting HIS call too
To keep it going or not?
Why do I always feel like
Such a snot?
I get easily annoyed at his
Hemming and hawing -
His "and so, and so..."
I'm just a critical jerk and yet
He reminds me of Him and
His love for me and because of
Remembering Love he can
Love me... now for me to
Do it too without the needed
Feelings of attraction...
Bordering on fatal.

Faith in Love

3 days ago was 2 months...
26 days from now will be 3 months -
Does counting make it count more?
Will love continue to show up at
My door? Was this a gift from God
Above or a love that is not loving
Because of desperation to have it in
The form of an imperfect man who
Perfectly TRIES to give to an equally
Imperfect woman who perfectly
TRIES to receive that which she
Struggles to trust as real?

Is this what faith is?

Sick Stomach

Feeling sick from abusing food
Substances that I'm allergic to...
Who's fault is that if the fault line of
My health rests between
"to eat? or not to eat?"
Those are the questions!
I must nourish myself and yet -
And yet I'm so tired of trying to
Be perfect from not eating and
Then eating too much because
I can't perfect not eating...
Take it in - see what it does and
Proceed to be sick or not.

Scratching Scabs

So tired from worry
Scratching my scalp into scabs
Peeling those off and awaiting the
Ooze of blood that inevitably falls
From the most vascular place on
My body - banging my head against
The wall hasn't stopped the insanity -
The color of the life giving substance
Entices, lulls me into dancing a
Dance of my forehead on the
Distressed stucco'd partition
Calling up a geyser of redness
Spilling through curly bangs
Seeping into eyelashes and
Burning my eyes so all I can see
Is red... read.

Brush's Teeth

Straighten it up and let it down to
Flow around in a very small stream
Around your collar bones above the
Seat of your emotions - without
Heat no one's digits will be able to
Run through it without tugging on the
Follicles releasing strands into the hands
Of the man's palms you would kiss
If it wasn't tangled in a mass of tresses
Pressing against your neck stopping the
Breath escaping through parted lips
Pursed into a pucker - p-p-p-p
Puffing out the last signs of pleasure in
Being taken in even if just through a
Brush's teeth.

Horizon

Horizon - risin'
Up above the atmosphere
Fearin' for what has not
Been and may not be,
Ever wonderin' -
Tryin' to believe in the
Opposite of gravity
Pulling me down
Outta the clouds to
Find reality - what's
Real really? It is not
Pain, but the ache
That's real and lasts
Far longer than the
Initial sting of weights
Lifted to keep you in shape to
What's gonna keep your
Horizon - risin' up.

God Knows

Move it behind the left ear and
Hear what is said in whispers
Nothing left to the imagination
Nothing played out or lost
Just feelings fleeting from
Brushes with lust - love -
Confusion - how do you do this
For an eternity? Only God knows.