Adult Pic Content/Poem (humor)/ Man n His Trout

© 2007

He comes in the door promptly

Plopping into his lounge chair

We need to go on a trip he says

As he ruffles his hair

Oh, that sounds wonderful

Escapes from my lips,

As I do a little dance

Shaking my hips

How about Egypt ,

To see the desert and the Sphinx

Even join a desert caravan

How exciting I think

Or, how about Africa

Wouldn’t a safari be great

Oh, think of all the animals we’d see

And pictures I could take

I know Australia

To visit with the native aboriginals

Their so in tune

We could stay with them for a time

Learn how to stop the world ruin

Well which do you think, Honey

When do I book us to go

I have shopping, and packing

To get done you know

He says, “that all sounds wonderful”

Someday those places we could go

I was thinking more on the line

Of a fishing trip, Honey

Trout are jumping you know

Poem/ Rain Of Steel Tears

© 2008
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Darkness falls with pelting rains
Illuminated droplets reflecting pain
Steel like secret words of hidden fears
Striking, mocking, icy tears

Drifting by swift swirling winds
Held by forces out and within
Constricted by darkness, held in light

You’re the only one that can make it right

This is all I have without you here
Silence with mocking, icy tears
Falling darkness, pelting rain
Droplets of silver reflecting pain

The silver droplets reflect the pain
Darkness falls like steel rain

All the secret whispered hidden fears

Are the a head cold and lonely years

Poem/ WORDS UNSAID

© 2008
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I’d like to send you a moonbeam
Or a colored rainbow bright
Then again, maybe just fluffy clouds
Soft and warm to lay upon
Through out your darkest night

I’d like to take all the darkness
Out of every storm
Send you a beaming ray of sun
Just to wrap you in to keep you warm

These are thoughts I think to do
All just wishes I can not make come true
Sweetheart I’ll simply hope in time
You’ll understand all that is left unsaid

POEM/ THAT OLD PLACE

That Old Place
© 2008
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It was never much to look at
Battered walls and creaking floors
Worn out carpet, no inside plumbing
Problems by the scores

No money or time to fix the repairs
A shelter from the cold and sun
That old place was always full of love
When in it, always a place of fun

I remember the long wooden table
Gramp made it with his own hands
He made your rocking chair and tons of toys
We could wind up with rubber bands

The old place was never much to look at
But, you made it a wonderful retreat
That table covered with your simple cooking
The cakes, apple pies baked fresh from the tree

I remember the Irish songs and stories
Oh Danny Boy and Wild Irish Rose
But, Bell Bottom Trousers Coat of Navy Blue
You’d sing and chase away any blues

Though it belongs to others now
And the house and grounds look new
That old place had you and Gramps
When I drive by, I still see Gramps and You