We Sailed Southwest
Embracing the wind with passion,
The sails proudly stuck out their chests,
Stretching, expanding, ballooning,
Billowing as we sailed Southwest.
Our journey began that night,
We stood wide eyed on the open deck,
Knowing our voyage would be wondrous,
Looking forward to an adventurous trek.
Petty differences irked us for a day or two,
Then a restless current reared its head,
Priorities fell into place surprisingly,
Comradery was suddenly widespread.
Teamwork unrivaled before or since,
Performed by the light of the moon,
Battered by salt water and tired,
Together we battled that monsoon.
The blondes, the brunettes, the redheads,
Hillbillies and aristocrats,
Females and males banded together,
Forgetting minor spats.
In the morning the sea was calm,
Back to its teal green ebb and flow,
The captain nicknamed us butterflies,
We had morphed - it was appropos.
A month later the voyage ended,
Its lessons priceless - we were blessed,
Embracing newfound friends with understanding,
Our souls billowed as we sailed Southwest.
Inconclusive Day
Yet another doctor - a specialist,
Yet another office - they say it's nice,
Yet another day for angst and apprehension,
Which of these doctors will finally suffice?
They don't know her name,
And she has long since stopped caring,
'Just take the tests and be done with it,'
She says in a voice that's daring.
But inside she dies just a little,
Each time a new stranger sees her like this,
What possibly will this one see,
That all the others managed to miss?
No modesty left anymore,
Not a shred of prudishness now,
Does she really undress in front of strangers?
Sometimes she wonders just how.
So she jokes with the women and men,
In their sterile uniforms,
Their testing her highs and lows,
Certainly she possesses no norms.
More tests that prove nothing,
Make another appointment for next week,
She writes a check for the copayment,
Too frustrated to even speak.
Tonight they will all ask the results,
And truly she will have nothing to say,
Because it's a series of deja vus for her,
Yet another inconclusive day.
Island Fantasy
Had a fantasy dream,
Although not the usual sort,
I was shipwrecked all alone,
In some godforsaken port.
My clothes were torn and shredded,
My dress now a mere sarong,
My bikini panties thrashed in the waves,
Were now reduced to a thong!
My hair was drenched in salt water,
This dreadlock look was not for me,
The seaweed acted as a ribbon,
In locks tangled and frizzy!
I was sure I was all alone,
Was ready for years of solitude,
Till towards me on this island,
Came the strangest looking dude.
He wore no clothes at all,
He had a tan to die for,
But that was not his only attribute,
My eyes quickly found one more.
His voice was raspy at first,
'Hi sexy,' was all he could mutter,
A man who liked my natural look?
My heart began to flutter!
No makeup on, no nail polish,
A fashion police felony in the making,
And this guy thinks I'm sexy?
I said, 'Hey, baby, what's shaking?'
He showed me what could shake real fast,
He wanted me there and then,
He'd been alone for quite a while,
For some lovin' he had a yen!
Now he was no Clark Gable,
Not even a Leonardo Caprio,
But I wasn't think 'bout his looks,
All I said was, 'Go baby, go!'
In this island man's arms,
I was suddenly sexy and free,
Raw instincts took over,
No more stressed out or uptight me.
I wanted to spend eternity,
(Or at least another night) with him,
He gave me a better workout,
Than my personal trainer at the gym!
But, alas, I was not on his island,
When I awoke in the morn,
Had to wake up and smell the coffee,
Tonight a new fantasy dream can be born.
Daughter of the Sand
She seems so gentle and kind,
She stands gracefully on the sand,
The sun is starting to rise,
She shields her eyes with her hand.
Last night she connected the dots,
Of the starry firmament across the sky,
She felt she was meant to do that,
Although she was not sure just why.
The wet hard packed sand,
Shows the imprints of her feet,
While her heart already shows shadows,
Of people she one day will meet.
Tears well up in her eyes,
They fall in waves like as in the ocean,
Her hand swipes them away,
In a magical bewitching motion.
She is the daughter of the sand,
Genetically linked to this beach,
The sister of the ocean,
Possessing knowledge she must teach.
Blindly following orders,
From a source that is not known,
Realizing there are facts to impart,
Ones that only she is shown.
So she stands upon the beach,
Every day and every night,
Visions and inspirations baffling her,
As they drift into her sight.
Tonight, a strand of her golden hair,
Will connect with the starry staircase,
As she climbs to the ebony sky,
A quizzical look will kiss her face.
Shop Class
I was the only girl in shop class,
But I made the best of it,
I showed them I could make more than a shelf,
Without using some silly kit.
I got to say stuff I wouldn't dare,
Any place else in the school,
And at the end of the semester,
They knew I was no fool!
I would tell Frankie his tool was too long,
And Joey his tool was too wide,
I would help enlarge some guys hole,
And then not run with shame and hide.
I eloquently requested the bastard file,
With a smile upon my face,
I would ask Anthony to pull open his drawers,
To show me his tool was in place!
I would look Gino sweetly in the eye,
And say, 'Baby, you gave me the wrong screw,'
I would ask Sal if I had made it tight enough,
Oh, the evil things that I would do!
I wanted to advance to plumbing class,
But they thought that was unwise,
They knew I would handle ballcocks,
And unmercifully tease those brazen guys.
So if you teens have a choice,
Of taking Home Economics or Shop,
Take shop and you can say just what you please,
To make those macho guys' mouths drop!
The Weather Bunny
It doesn't matter if she is wrong,
She's not even expected to be right,
Oh, to be the curvaceous weather bunny,
To have her looks, her weight, her height!
So many men are enamored of her,
They believe love's elixir she does possess,
The greenhouse effect they don't want to discuss with her,
But that is just my best guess.
With a few isobars of pressure they'll warm,
The mercury in the thermometer of her heart,
The haze will lift, the sun will shine,
Broken opaque clouds will soon depart.
First the conduction of heat between their bodies,
Then their combined seas will interact and swell,
Coastal flooding will be more likely than a cold front,
The extended outlook will be swell.
El Nino will act as a stand-in cupid,
Their affair will take off with whirlwind velocity,
Mother nature will be in good spirits,
Providing no storm warnings in her generosity.
An avalanche of emotion,
Will spark the atmosphere,
An arctic high develops,
When the weather bunny is near.
They all want to be with her,
She's known to draw out latent heat,
They send her gifts and emails,
They put her up in a hotel suite.
So let me be hit by zig-zag lightning,
Transform into that lucky lady on TV,
No stress or frustration in her job,
Right or wrong, she makes them happy!
Enchanted Forest
A delicious evening in the forest,
Branches seem enchanted,
As if they'd made three wishes,
Which would soon be granted.
Waves of decay visible,
In the brightly sunlit day,
Are no where to be found,
When the stars come out to play.
Hours ago there was apprehension,
Electricity filled the air,
Now the squirrels, birds, and critters,
Chatter without a care.
Funny how humans fear,
The darkness of the night,
The daytime hours in the forest,
Are the ones that harbor fright.
There is always sanctuary,
In a hollowed out rotten log,
A veil of safety is provided,
By the morning's misty fog.
The very dark elements of life,
That make us melancholy and blue,
Seem to inspire and nourish the forest,
Give it positive stimulation-pull it through.
A learning experience on a black velvety night,
Indeed, the forest is certainly enchanted,
Sentiments and dreams twinkling like stars,
New ideas and concepts planted.
irrelevance
the irrelevance of it all,
the incomparable incongruity,
the unrelated pieces,
the extreme ambiguity.
being uncertain is one thing,
but now you are unconnected,
most counseling is inapplicable,
each day you are more dejected.
it's all smoke and mirrors really,
a mere bag of broken shells,
a pittance worth nothing, nada,
each day the goose egg swells.
are you a nonentity?
a prima donna wanna be?
zero, zip, zilch significance,
an infamous nobody.
add nix to nil and then divide,
you will still end up with naught,
after all these years of infighting,
what have you been taught?
Park Bench Genius
"Find it child, whenever you are able,
Collect it, archive it, file it away,"
The wise old woman spoke of joy and pleasure,
As she delighted in a hot summer's day.
She declared a moratorium on misery,
Others chose to complain and groan,
The heat wave had stolen their smiles,
To high blood pressure they were prone.
"I drove my vehicle of enlightenment,
Out of the hospital one day,
I maintain it and cherish it now,
Do you feel what I'm trying to say?"
Her words shone with opalescence,
The number of lines on her face equal to her IQ,
A park bench genius bestowing her legacy,
With intellect and wisdom held by few.
Your True Self
Examine all your spunk and courage,
Hold it close to your chest,
Use it as a telescope to your soul,
Breathe deeply, be less stressed.
The passageways to your heart,
Are not paved with malice or spite,
You are someone worthy of love,
See yourself through a rose colored light.
Don't emphasize the negative,
The minutia that no one else will see,
You have integrity and compassion for others,
Treat yourself as you'd treat me.
The pathway to the true inner you,
Has glittering stepping stones along the way,
Be careful as you tread on them,
Or your true self you will betray.
Refuel
Refuel during silent times,
Do not fear the noiseless void,
Rebuild that which you miss,
The unintentionally destroyed.
The inner sanctum is yours alone,
No one controls what happens there,
You are the ruler of your universe,
You decide what is equitable and fair.
Erase the blackboard of your mind,
Retain only what makes you joyous,
You alone can capture your happiness,
And ensure your future success.
Walk down the hallway of today proudly,
Into the corridor of your tomorrow,
Embrace as much contentment as possible,
But realize in your life there will be sorrow.
Whisper Sweet Poetry
Whisper sweet poetry to me,
Tell me what I want to hear,
Reveal your outrageous air castles,
With me, you've nothing to fear.
Allow your dreams to form a bridge,
Over the Reality River,
In the wispy cool evening air,
We'll be bathed in light of silver.
A soft lulling drizzle will chill us,
We'll convey sugar coated clues of desire,
Each syllable a hint of future ecstacy,
Intrigue and enticement climbing ever higher.
Walk further down the path with me,
Planting seeds of love, hope and lust,
Next year we'll meet again sweet man,
To pick the blossoms of confidence and trust.
The magic of your rhythm and rhyme,
Will mesmerize me even when we're apart,
Your voice will linger and echo,
Every millisecond deeply in my heart.
Images crowding in,
Vague and indistinct,
Words mumbled,
Whispers all too succinct.
The familiar veil shields,
Logic is clouded,
Ideas running a marathon,
Her brain's just too crowded.
Facade facing the world,
Statements all rhetorical,
Abstract concepts now seem,
Strangely allegorical.
A reflection in the glass,
Concepts creating a halo,
Catching her wandering eye,
An eerie aura all aglow.
Emotions dueling,
Which will be victorious?
Daily grind needing oil,
Life is so laborious.
Double Yellow Line
Glistening in the sun,
The double yellow lines teases,
Daring me to do something outrageous,
Turning me into a crowd pleaser.
Perhaps cartwheels would be appropriate?
A pogo stick stunt would be grand,
Walking on stilts would attract a crowd,
For an encore I'd do a handstand.
The rules are written on the asphault,
We learn them when we are quite young,
Stay in line and follow the leader,
Be nice now, hold your tongue.
When you venture out there,
You may realize it's all a crazy mess,
But don't try to change the way it's done,
But, wait, now I digress!
The straight and narrow,
Is not necessarily the easy road to walk,
Especially when you realize,
The rule makers don't talk the talk you talk.
You see, I'm older now, I question the rules,
Why should I not cross the double yellow line?
I found out it isn't imperative to be a follower,
And you know what? I feel fine!