These are the facts, nothing here but the facts. I was on the road to Damascus via a street in the West Village in New York City, when, in an instant, barometric pressure had dropped 100 MB. Darkness enveloped an eleven-o’clock-morning sun. It may have been a trick of the mind, or some kind of serious panic disorder. Although I could no longer see, I pictured myself a child on a visit to my great grandmother's house in La Salle, Illinois. In my head I felt as though a tornado was approaching...
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SOUR GRAPES, An Original Love Poem after the Verse of Catullus Understand, I always liked that guy, Herb. Let's just say, I was fond of him. I respected him as a colleague.
Yet now, my once good feelings for him have nosedived.
Of course, I was attracted to you, Hey, your allure, it tempted me! The way you stood, You naturally knew how to complement your height. You made yourself demure, such poise. You bent your left knee slightly forward, Then tilted your shoulders from the waist Settling them downwards just a smidgen to the right. And that smile of yours, allow me to say it, You were gorgeous, and I always favored a brunet.
Not to forget your intelligence, hands down, You, why you were the smartest woman I had ever met!
Nonetheless, propriety required I not make a move. I was Herb's friend, How would you expect me to behave?
And you must recall? You do remember, don't you? No doubt about it, I had been otherwise engaged, Let's just say, I was a very busy man!
You might not have realized my busyness's full extent; Facts are, I had been occupied on too many fronts.
I know. I know. I missed the bus. The train had left the station. I had my chance. Passed on what very well might have been... Good Lord, when I think about it, the splendid opportunities, How had I allowed so much to go by, Happiness and achievement, the years of them!
Look. I am putting this on record. The facts are the facts. It had not been my fault, I swear! It was that Herb, he had blocked my way, He puffed himself up and proudly took the stance, Made it clear that silly me, you were his. Believe me! I still picture this moment, today.
I do not really care for the fellow anymore, Even the thought of him bothers me. I don’t even like repeating his name. Yet now it amounts, my feelings unchanged, And as you have already told me, it is forty years later!
I want it known, the world to know, Now and forever, my regret, How could I have missed the chance -- That I might have shared love and time with you, Too much to bear. but please, understand! Just gimmie a break. Don’t blame me! I swear to it! It was him. He stood in my way.
Though once a friend, I really have no regard for that guy anymore, zero, no, Not a bit. The thought of him gets my stomach sick. By the way, given one of my chief faults of character, I am unlikely to hear of any ameliorating circumstance.
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PLEDGING
MY LOVE
Abide
with me for fast closes the day.
Darkness
deepens with alacrity, Nothing
halts the night.
Stay
with me while time permits. Although
other comforts flee, Accept
I mean the best, Spare
your soul from bottom and regret.
In
every deed, and in my every word, I
want to be true, do right by you.
Though
many things to tell, But
just one sums it right,
One
thing huge, deep and great, With
ocean of delight,
My
heart embraces you.
You,
my love, are all my life today.
I
wish to assure, let it be known,
Though
you in mortal moment seem, Great
Light, Infinity, blesses you.
Happy
outcome, whatever your secret dreams,
God’s
will be done. May
you be granted the strength to carry it out.
And
I add,
I
hold belief, whose strength No
public fire, no coliseum of wild, angry beasts, No
awful rendition, torture in far-off land,
Might
ever shake, nothing my faith dissuade.
Yes!
Certain, as I write,
For
you awaits the greatest gift -- That
at the hour when you awake, No
matter the season,
Whether
you are happy or sad,
You
will have learned the simple prayer, And
with all your heart you will have come to believe, ‘Thank
You. Thank You, Lord, for life, And
yet all You do for me.’
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SWEET TALK Out in Arizona my Dad grew roses. He embraced the great merit, Loved to say, How he enjoyed cultivating his own garden. That spot he tended along side the house, It was the love of his retirement. I saw those roses disporting, Performing and they were real pretty, Showing off their tightly petaled spiraling centers. Seems they climbed those long-tall trellises just to flaunt, Dazzle the onlooker with the grace of their towering ascent. And what beauty in their many colors, Their outfits boasting red, and pink, And the truest bright of yellow, While others bore garb, All infussed with hues of gold and orange. With that said, It seems as though I have written myself into a predicament. How do I dare still to proclaim that Those roses never flowered like you. No! They never looked the way, The way you looked tonight, darling. Sure! No doubt about it. Many might find this kind of talk Coy, no more than borrowed phrase and imagery, Notions common in the language of the heart. So here’s the twist. I swear to it. I tell the truth, The whole truth and nothing but the truth, The same as if I stood in court of law, My right hand raised, the left upon the Holy Book. By solemn oath I declare, My flattery means to please your heart, The same as would the wrappings on any special gift. So help me, honey, know these words, My terms of endearment are honest and sincere.
