poetry 'n more

2011-01-16T22:54:00.000-08:00

Doll Land

The enormous doll took me away to Doll Land.
“But I don’t want to go to Doll Land,” I said.
“Doll Land is big. Doll Land is good,” said she.
She set me down in a house without running water.
She diapered me and set me with G.I. Joe.
There was no food so I could not eat.
No phones had this house nor could G.I. Joe speak.
He sat there and stared and wasn’t very good company.
“You aren’t playing very well,” she said.
So she did away with the diaper and took me home.
“Ta Ta,” she said. “Now you see how the other half lives.”

Destiny

2009-10-08T13:15:00.000-07:00

The two seagulls flew over head
Amidst the bright blue sky
One gull leading the other gull
Then the second leading

They flew along the coastline far
From the peering eyes' sight
I watched the pair and glanced nearby
To a sign that held words

I love you, it said brightly there
And I looked at us up
In the heavens amidst blue clouds
Flying so gracefully

Found on the Beach

2009-04-19T21:20:00.000-07:00

I found a shell on the beach today
It was beautiful and I kept it for the length of the walk
It was white and orange
On one side it had striations as if it were a ladder
On the other it was pure white

It was small and oblong
Like a road rising up to meet you
It was thick and had weight
Yet you could pick it up like a feather
And I threw it into the Ocean

Before I could make a necklace of it for you.
Set adrift on the Ocean it might someday find a home
A safe place to lodge itself and dream of you.
Perhaps adventure is its lot, to drift beneath the waves

Like a submarine gliding through the vast depths.

Who's on What?

2009-02-20T14:24:00.000-08:00

Ken: Hello.
Lisa: Yes?
Ken: I was looking for my mind.
Lisa: Do you mind?
Ken: Yes, my mind?
Lisa: Really?
Ken: Yes, I've lost it.
Lisa: You certainly have.
Ken: Have you seen it?
Lisa: What!?
Ken: Have you seen my mind?
Lisa: My, my!
Ken: No, no, my mind.
Lisa: You're mind, you say?
Ken: Yes, my mouth seems to still be working, however the brain is no longer attached.
Lisa: Attached? Yes, I'm seeing someone.
Ken: That's nice. But have you, um, seen my, um, brain.
Lisa: Bran? Yes, that's a very good idea. Keeps you regular.
Ken: Brain! Brain!
Lisa: Go away, please. Come again some other day.

3 Poems for Your Love

2008-09-25T14:43:00.000-07:00

3 poems for your love
A melody of your own invention
To unite them

A song of hope
A song of compassion
A song of love

Where to begin
Where to end
I don't know

Not always quick
Not always right
I bring you these words

To offer solace
To offer acceptance
To offer joy

3 poems for your love
Not quite enough
But it's all I have

Where?

2008-02-07T20:23:00.000-08:00

there was the numb stage
then the i don't know stage
now it's the fun stage
preceded by the watching stage

where's the hero?
it must be me
can i put it all together?
to make a future

and where's the girl?
where's the wife?
can we put it all together
where's the life?

Any Minute (Thanksgiving Poem)

2007-11-22T20:22:00.000-08:00

Any minute I feel
You will come in the door
Any minute I see
The music will be turned down

Your bright shining faces
Will walk through the door slow,
Sure, and uncertain
What surprises and mischief

Might be waiting beyond
But I am there with song,
Sympathy, and stories
Of excitement and sorrow,

Friends and competition.
Victor and Tammy, Josh
and Betsy, Juan, and me
Down by the pool, looking

At the moon, talking to
You on the phone, talking
To each other, eating
Our Thanksgiving away.

I Remember Your Love

2007-11-12T16:20:00.000-08:00

I remember your love as sweet
As the dew in the morning, dear,
as kind as a waterfall on a summer day

On a cold winter’s eve
You were a hot cup of coffee filled with warmth
As I tried to protect you from the snow

On an autumn night you were
Intoxicating
As any star in the heavens above

Rain

2007-10-12T13:45:00.000-07:00

Pitter patter
Pitter patter
Crash
The rain comes down
And ne’er do the drops
Touch one another.
Ne’er do the drops meet
Like tears or friends
They fall from the sky
Ne’er meeting, ne’er meeting

The Poem of the Poem

2007-09-21T12:47:00.000-07:00

I was going to write a poem
But I forgot the whole damn thing
When I saw your pretty face and smile.
I lost it only to start again.
And here it is. I do so hope you
Like it.

I forgot the words and looked at
The beautiful water, boats,and the pier
The sun dappled sky, the whisps of clouds.
A gorgeous day 'twas to be alive
To have friends and family, someone
Like you.

So I sat and talked with the man next
To me and we spoke of your beauty
Your smile and your grace. Your fine figure
And what a wonderful thing it was
To be alive with someone such as
Yourself.

Prizefighter

2006-06-16T21:47:00.000-07:00

This morning I awoke
to the sight of a prize-
fighter in the mirror.
He spat into the sink
a mouthful of blood as
if he were hit by a
shadowy blow unseen.
He smiled a bare smile so
as to catch his foe much
unaware. He would win
the day and retire soon
to the comfort and warmth
of friends and family.

This morning I awoke
to the sight of a prize-
fighter in the mirror.
I knew I could win the
world and make it home in
time for news and supper.

Nine Lives

2006-06-16T21:13:00.000-07:00

Look at those sad eyes
Look at those happy eyes
Look at those searching mirrors

They see me and they don't
They question and love
They live and die

As the sexy, cat-like vision blurs now
As the child-like, woman hears new words
As the babydoll dances tall-bright

Life takes on a dangerous turn
Life joins paths of the past to make a
Life for the future through promising love.

Groucho and Dimples

2005-11-08T18:52:00.000-08:00

Groucho and Dimples were dolls
They sat on the shelf and looked out the window
The blue sky shone and the wisps of clouds called

Groucho and Dimples broke the window and fell to the ground
From the second story window they landed in the grass
Face first in the back yard

They picked themselves up and ran for the fence
They went as far as the dog house and
Were eaten up by Fido

Mangled parts of Groucho and Dimples were strewn across the yard
For Annie to come pick up for throwing her dolls out her window
Which her parents hadn't been happy to see

Paradise

2005-10-04T10:50:00.000-07:00

With the waves crashing into the shore
We watch with our ears open

We talk and warily converse,
Othertimes with vigor hearing the waters hush we make love

The skies overhead shoot stars
To amaze us and bewilder the night which eventually takes us on

The wind bears witness to our lovemaking and cools our bodies so
That our passion is renewed again

The sand makes our bed soft and comfortable
And sea creatures and land denizens alike share our joy

We come again to visit this piece of nature
And join in its abundance.

Like Adam and Eve with sea grapes nearby we share paradise
And wholly enjoy each other to the fullest.

2005-07-19T00:39:00.000-07:00

Summer of Azure

2005-07-18T00:07:00.000-07:00

Beneath the Ocean lies our love
Beneath the Skies of Azure,
Fades our summer to the Briny bottom.

Was it ever Strong?
Was it ever to Last a Lifetime?
Are Trees to live for time immemorial?

At times it felt as if we Soared above the clouds
Happy and Content with nothing but the skies for company
Enjoying the Wind and the waves, the breeze and the birds.

But time ends all things and Time heals all wounds
Left with nothing but a Memory we float our own separate ways
Til the vastness of the Ocean divides us completely.

Romancing a Deaf Ear

2005-06-25T12:15:00.000-07:00

Your ear must have been cut off,
Some kind of ugly Van Gogh
Accident that leaves your voice
On the phone but you don't hear.
I call and call and call and
All I imagine was your laugh
With your friend joking about
The fool on the other end.

It's just silly to try more
And yet there are a million
Fish in the sea swimming on.
I'm bound to find that deaf ear
Again and that's all right, I guess.
I'm also bound to find love
Because it's a numbers game,
Isn't it?

Who's on What?

2005-06-22T00:48:00.000-07:00

Ken: Hello
Lisa: Yes?
Ken: I was looking for my mind.
Lisa: Do you mind?
Ken: Yes, my mind?
Lisa: Really?
Ken: Yes, I've lost it.
Lisa: You certainly have.
Ken: Have you seen it?
Lisa: What!?
Ken: Have you seen my mind?
Lisa: My, my!
Ken: No, no, my mind.
Lisa: You're mind, you say?
Ken: Yes, my mouth seems to still be working, however the brain is no longer attached.
Lisa: Attached? Yes, I'm seeing someone.
Ken: That's nice. But have you, um, seen my, um, brain.
Lisa: Bran? Yes, that's a very good idea. Keeps you regular.
Ken: Brain! Brain!
Lisa: Go away, please. Come again some other day.

palm tree

2005-06-21T00:42:00.000-07:00

there's a palm tree
next to my house.
alongside the driveway
it stands,
leaning to the street
it grows
reaching for the sun.

it longs to soar
among the clouds
i know
and frolic in the summer sun
i feel.
bent and ugly is its middle
tall and beautiful its future.

Stunning Face

2005-06-20T23:28:00.000-07:00

Dedicated to Allison Munn

Pretty face and pretty eyes,
Complexion as clean as a whistle,
You're doing fine and looking fine
That accident in the southwest is remembered.

Pretty nose and wonderful hair,
Humor as sharp as a tack,
You're standing tall and dressing well
That lunch in the southeast is brought to mind.

Aged and refined,
Experienced and professional,
You've seen the lights of Broadway
That letter written to the northeast was never found.

Rich and debonaire,
Friendly and fortunate,
You've entered politics in a noble way
Helping all from the northwest and elsewhere.

Night of Illusions

2005-03-30T20:55:00.000-08:00

Doing well in Florida,
Sunny and Cloudy,
Gorgeous and Dreary,
Filled with Palm trees and Concrete,
Young and Old,
Fast and Slow,
High and Low.

On the eve of Love,
At the edge of Fame,
Finding Hope and Sanity,
Craziness and Violence,
Beauty and Pain,
Reality and Delusion,
Heat and Chilling Torture.

In the Dead of the Night,
Half Naked
And filled with Sleep,
I bang at my keyboard
To record this night of Illusions,
This Drama of unparalleled Divinity,
This Comedy of Errors.

Love Dreams of Finding a Home

2005-02-13T01:57:00.000-08:00

Broken chairs and
Broken doors and
Booze filled nights

Cards and caresses
Cruises and crap shoots
Kisses on the floor

Swimming and tanning
Swooning and sinning
Somehow remembered

Reds and browns and greens
Rendered quietly
Remove the blues now

Friends offer support
Flirtations spin tales
Firmly there is light

Winners accept hands
While Dealers offer
Wild beautiful Smiles

Dark is the night and
Dangerously love
Dreams of finding home

Champagne

2005-02-01T10:23:00.000-08:00

A New Play soon to be the toast of Broadway

ACT I

Ted: What shall we write? How shall we start it?
Phil: That's a good question. Let's start it with a toast. "To the ones that got away!"
Ted: Here, here! To Sam! To John!
Phil: To Sue! To Dianne!
Ted: Dianne? But you swore you would never talk to her again under penalty of death.
Phil: But the sex was great. What she didn't have upstairs she more than made up for downstairs.
Ted: Anywho, we start with a toast. And then we talk some trash and dish some dirt.
Phil: We'll talk about everyone we ever loved before and reminisce in our endeavor to find new love and new meaning to our lives.
Ted: Not everyone.
Phil: Everyone. Why not?
Ted: We have to protect the guilty and the high ranking.
Phil: Do we have to? How about we protect the innocent?
Ted: That's what I meant. You go first.

Phil gets up from table and walks to wet bar.
Phil: There was Barbie. She was a doll.
PHONE RINGS.
Phil: Just kidding. You go first. Hello? Hi, Janine. Yeah, Ted and I are sitting around shooting the shit. Talking about girls-
Ted: And boys-
Phil: Yeah. You want to come over? We can hear your story about relationships. All right. See you soon. You go first.
Ted: Uh huh. (Closes eyes and reflects) Herb. Now there was a man. Tall. Rugged. Hairy chest and scruffy face. He never shaved. I don't know why. He was the living, breathing epitome of the Brawny towel man. And then there was the Irish Spring Guy, he always wore rugby sweaters and said, "And I like it, too." Yeah, every night he would say, "And I like it, too." And we would go to sleep with him on my chest.
Phil: Yeah.
Ted: It was interesting because he had this musk ironically enough. I adjusted to it after a while, but then as our relationship waned the odor came to bother me again.

In the Darkness

2005-01-31T22:15:00.000-08:00

In the darkness
You made me feel smart
You made me feel good.

In the darkness
We went beyond lust
We trusted and felt.

In the darkness
You said hurry and
We hurt no more then.

In the darkness
We talked and it was
My fault we were no more.

In the darkness
You responded and
In the light you called.

In the darkness
I knew no further
Closeness could be reached.

Untitled 3

2005-01-22T03:42:00.000-08:00

Still I think about
You day to day
A day does not go
By without you
In my mind and heart.
They will remain
Yours despite the loss
Of your presence.

Mmm hmmm mmm
mmm hmmm
Hmm your love is there
And though you are
With another now
I am still deeply
In love with you.

There'll be another
Not to replace
Not for the rebound
But for my own

Mmm hmmm hmmm mmm hmm
mmm mmm mmm mmm

Writer's Embellishment to Your Life

2005-01-15T18:21:00.000-08:00

Pt. 5

"You know that new novel I'm writing? The one that's causing me so much trouble? I started talking to a counselor. I'm having some strange feelings . The man in the novel is a cop. You remember that, right? Well he starts having an affair. I think I told you about this one, right? Well, I started having this, I don't know, transposed sense that maybe I should have an affair, too. I know that's not right. You know I love you. Don't you? Well, I called a counselor and we've been talking it through. But now the counselor is having feelings for me.

"No, we didn't do anything. But she's very attractive. And I was just about to cave in. But I told her we couldn't see each other any more. That's when you came in. Here's her card. I don't know. I'm so sorry about the whole thing. I...I don't know what to say. I'm sorry."

"Hmmm..." was all that Nancy said as she looked at the card. Was she going to buy it? Had you done the right thing by not quite coming clean? Was there a divorce on the horizon for Dana Bramwell, Colorado writer? You had nothing to lose, but would you lose it all anyway? Would you end up living on a cot where you worked at the SPCA?

"I think I do remember you telling me about a counselor. Was it really necessary to go that far?"

"I don't know. It seemed to help at first, but we started going in the wrong direction. I wanted to explore my feelings, but..."

"Well, it's all over now, I assume."

Next year's New Year's Eve was slightly different. Nancy and you went on a double date to the same old pub. There Betty was standing in the corner looking over a young man's shoulder. She winked a few times too many and you looked her way often, but those afternoons will ever be in your memory of what not to do.

Writer's Embellishment to Your Life

2005-01-15T09:01:00.000-08:00

Pt. 4

"Um!" Was all you could think of to say.

Eddie Murphy you weren't with his quick answers and ad libs in "Beverly Hills Cop." Come to think of it you were a writer. You weren't good on your feet at all. That's why you wrote so you could take time to gather your thoughts and put them into an order that was good sense. Was this good sense? Was this the right thing to do when you loved your wife and didn't want her to leave you?

"Honey, we have to talk," you said trying to give yourself a minute to gather your thoughts. "I'll meet you in the kitchen in a minute." Now what? You asked yourself.

You hung up the phone on Betty forever. You felt guilty for that, too, but you felt more guilt about your wife. How were you going to fix it?

Nancy was in the kitchen when you got there. You had a crazy idea of offering coffee and then pouring it in her lap accidentally. Because of the pain and the trip to the hopsital she would forget completely about the phone call. Then again it was a really stupid idea.

You took a deep breath and began.

Writer's Embellishment to Your Life

2005-01-08T05:54:00.000-08:00

Pt. 3

Your second liaison with Betty went better than the first. You had time together. Nancy did not return home too soon. But something felt wrong. You had been with Nancy too long. You had shared so many secrets, so many hopes, so many dreams.

The sex was good with Betty. Very sensual. Very good all around. But your emotions were tugging you in a different direction. Nancy wouldn't let you go. Or you wouldn't let Nancy go. You hadn't really planned to leave Nancy anyway. I mean, how could you? And now that you had committed adultery, you knew you had to go back for good. You wouldn't continue.

You called Betty the next week. You started talking to her and it was true you cared about her. You told her this. But things couldn't go on. Betty understood. She wasn't looking for anything serious either. She understood you were a married man from the beginning.

In the middle of the conversation, something had happened. Nancy had come into the house and didn't realize you were on the phone. You were in the bedroom with the door shut. Nancy's abrupt voice on the phone sent a shiver down your spine and fear and shock filled your system.

"What's going on?" she said matter of factly. "Dana, who is that?"

Eyes of Mydnight

2005-01-07T12:29:00.000-08:00

Another poem about a beautiful woman

We met at mydnight.
Her eyes were dark
And her cheek was soft.
She shot from the soul
And played from the heart.
I smiled and flirted not,
Wanting to sink too deep, too fast.
Smoothly and softly we
Talked of tomorrow,
But not of the day after.

Dissatisfaction

2005-01-06T11:37:00.000-08:00

First you're warm
Then you're hot,
We're cool and then we're cold.

The time we share seems to scurry out the window,
It slips through our fingers
And down the drain.

It was a pleasure now it's pain,
You broadsided me with your heat
Now you're cold as ice.

It's a sticky wicket
And there's no turning back,
We're gone for good if we don't stop now.

I'll always be there
And I'll always be there,
If only we were here.

Writer's Embellishment to Your Life

2005-01-06T05:56:00.000-08:00

Pt. 2

Your trist had been short, but sweet. You had never known forbidden love. You had always been faithful to Nancy. Now you longed for more. Nancy and you cared about each other. You had been together for some thirty years, but something had snapped this year. Something within you had to find out what it would be like to hold Betty and make love to her. Your down comforter and soft cotton sheet swere nothing compared to the feel of her soft skin. Her lips tasted of strawberries not cherries and the feeling when you actually consummated was nothing short of heaven.

You held back that night from Nancy. You held her, but didn't have sex with her. Dinner was quiet with superficial conversation about the neighbor's child with the blue hair who Nancy had seen at the supermarket. Rolling over you mumbled something about lipstick in your sleep, but Nancy's response was, "Huh?"

Your secret was safe. You called Betty the next day and made plans for a second rendezvous.

Conversations in the Dark

2005-01-05T14:54:00.000-08:00

We sat in the dark, you and I,
So filled was the night
With stars and constellations, why
We talked for hours right
Until our night was done
With its brilliant show, right
Until the dark had gone
And the sun came into sight.
Though sand made us quite at home
With sea crashing into shore,
The time demanded us roam,
Saturday we would talk more.
Having been comforted by a friend,
Solace eased my way and
Restless mind eased into slumberland
Night became the next day.

Writer's Embellishment to Your Life

2005-01-05T13:33:00.000-08:00

A Short Interruption into Your Life That Never Happened

Pt. 1

So you slipped your card out and gave it to the blonde while your wife and her friend went to the bathroom. She gave you her number on a napkin upon which she pressed her cherry red lips.

The following Tuesday while your wife was out working you invited the beautiful woman for tea. She came over and you used your standard "Coffee, tea, or me" line which never fails to get a chuckle and before you knew it you were in bed doing the horizontal bop.

The doorbell rang and it was Nancy, your wife, at the door with too many groceries. The blonde had the foresight to park her car at the house next door. You helped Nancy to bring in the groceries in your bathrobe while the blonde named Betty waltzed out the bedroom window.

Barely having consummated your lust for Betty who had been in middle school with you, you dreamed of those days when she was the crossing guard and watched as you walked across the street with your bicycle. It was red with a white stripe, but I digress.

Betty and you had seen each other once a year or once every other year at the same pub on New Year's. This year you had decided to be bold. This year you weren't just going to drink to her with your eyes...

Untitled 2.

2005-01-05T11:14:00.000-08:00

Doo DOO Doo
Doo DOO Doo
Goes the song that's bopping thru my memory
Doo DOO Doo
"That brings me back to you"
Goes the line from the melody that's in me.
And you're the one who's name goes on and on 'til
Someone else takes your place at the windowsill.

No tears today you'll see for sure.
There's hope in my heart and since you're
Not on the phone, there's another
On the line goin' to theatre
With me and friends, with me and friends,
And although with this my heart rends,
We must go on because life is
Worth living.