An Angel Lands on My Window Seal

An angel lands
On my window seal
Do I let her in?
No I would feel

She’s a pretty angel
What does she want with me?
I’ll keep the window closed
Then I can stay free

She may learn who I am
If I let her in
She may not want me
I might lose again

She’s not leaving
What can she want?
I’ll open a little
I’m tough, why not

She’s really quite small
Can’t be a threat
Won’t get attached
That you can bet

Love from her
Gives me ease
To love her
That can’t be me

I had tried love
It didn’t work
All I got
Was lots of hurt

Love I am sure
Not for me to feel
So why is she here
On my window seal

Please go away
And take your love
You say it’s for me
Given from above

What could I have done?
How can this be true?
Did I earn this love
Of an angel like you

You gently speak
Your words so sweet
You’re my angel
To watch over me

I don’t know
I don’t have a clue
If I stop now
Not much to lose

I’ll show you love
I have so much to give
I am not leaving
Your window seal

I’ll open a little
Just to appease
But don’t enter
I don’t want teased

Don’t turn love away
When given from above
You may never get
Another chance to love

But my heart I protect
It’s so easily pained
Let me love you
So much to gain

Don’t lose this love
If this is true
Or am I being
Some kind of fool

Open up
Love you will feel
I won’t stay forever
On your window seal

I couldn’t let her leave
And never know
What it was
She had to show

I found a love
So strong with mine
How could I ever
Have been so blind

When life’s struggles
Makes me feel insecure
She softly whispers
Baby, I’m here

What did I do?
To earn such a love
I never earned it
A gift from God above

Cigarettes and Beer

Woke this morning
Headache to kill
Cough that won’t quit
Popped another pill

Drag to the fridge
Looking for a beer
Get things started
To having not a care

Ashtray running over
They must be mine
Can’t remember last night
But had a good time

Need a carton of cigarettes
Down to my last beer
Go the market
Get this old car in gear

Take side streets
Can’t get pulled
Licenses suspended
No tags on this jewel

Gage on empty
I don’t really care
As long as I can get
My cigarettes and beer

I haven’t eaten
In I don’t know when
Late notice
My heat will end

Who can I call
Who can I tell
Won’t let me freeze
That I know well

The family knows
Every now and then
I need help
That’s why we have kin

Sputtered into the drive
Pizza driver glaring
“Next time friend”
Not a dime to spare

Can you drop that check by
You know I can’t drive
While you are at it
Can you spare another five

Yes mother
I have almost quit
No reason at all
To throw such a fit

You can check the fridge
No beer to be found
Can I get another ten
To get me to town

Yes Mother
I know you are old
But you don’t really want
Me out in the cold

After all Mother
Pay the rent, I know you care
I’ll buy my own damn
Cigarettes and beer

In Your Dreams

We came together
Meeting of two souls
By chance circumstances
Attractions untold

A connection
Feeling unexplained
A trust between us
The desire was plain

Was it love?
Could it be?
Story beyond believe
Too unreal for TV

Bridges to cross
And many falls
Unexpected turns
You’re worth it all

We struggle for
Love and happiness
And we will win over
These happenstances

You incarcerated
Without you my life amiss
Love for you overwhelming
Not even a kiss

Future so hard
Long time it seems
But be assured
It will be me

When you are lonely
Life is too much
Close your pretty eyes
Feel my touch

Hear my breathing
Right by your side
Holding you
Kissing you good night


When you wake
Feel a peace
I was there with you
I visit in your dreams

Southern Bell

You are my love song
You lighten my way
You are the meaning of life
You make my day

When you smile
It starts my world to spin
When I touch your face
I feel the love within

Your love gives me strength
It protect me against the winds
To face life’s challenges
For with you I can win

The poetry of your love
I long to hear
Always know Love
That I love you dear

When “I love you”
You mouth silently to me
I return “I love you”
In the crowd you only I see

When from across the room
The shift of your eyes I can not miss
We sneak from the party
To steal a kiss

Sleep evades me
But knowing that I can
I want ever minute with you
But I sleep holding your hand

When you wake me to say “I love you”
My heart swells
Your words burn inside me
My Southern Bell

Mother’s Child

A new born baby
Love so sweet
Mother cherish
His ever feat

His smiles
His coo,s
Starts to talk
Start to school

Handsome little boy
Starts to run
Plays all day
Loads of fun

Become a teenager
Grows up tall
Center of attention
Spoiled by all

Now, not so loveable
Not even liked
Too good for everything
Too good for his bike

Starts to drink
Skipping school
Does some drugs
Breaks the rules

What happened?
Don’t understand
What went wrong?
To her young man

Mother still sees
Her baby dear
But for everyone else
He is asshole of the year

Look at Me

Look at me
Aren’t I cool
My Mama
She raised no fool

Don’t you wish
That you were me
Swaggering about
For all to see

Walk with a twist
To give you a thrill
I even let
You pay the bill

The expensive meal
I did not touch
But to be seen with me
Is almost too much

I give you a smile
It’s part of my game
Pretend I care
You are so lame

I know I’m great
The way they look
I read them
Like an open book

Even the waiter
Can’t believe his luck
In your dreams
You poor smuck

“Thanks for the evening”
A peck on the cheek
Didn’t expect more
You dumb prick

Here’s my number
You’re glad I care
Surprise fool!!!
It’s dial-a-prayer

Grandpa

We visited our history
The school grandpa taught
Ninety years later
We walked where he walked

We set on the steps
Looked out as a school day
Where he had once stood
To watch the children play

We got a connection
Of life before us
Pride of who he was
This visit a must

They had buried a child here
Vona Ethel before she was eight
A daughter is born
Jewell – so small in weight

A legacy he left
Life’s he help change
Descendants of his students
He influenced things

We all thank him
As descendants of his we aspire
He was such a man
Without reserve we admire

We honor him
By memorialize his name
Children are named John & Chesney
Names bound for fame

We tell about Grandpa
He’s been gone many years
Not only a hero after he is gone
But a hero when alive and near

A more wonderful grandfather
No one ever had
To those that don’t remember him
To you we feel sad

Sorry

I am sorry for calling
You a mean crazy bitch
And for calling your mother
A mean ugly witch

And I apologize
I was a butt
For calling your dear sister
A fat stinking slut

I will even apologize to
Your alcoholic brother
Shouldn’t called him that
Meant nothing against your mother

Sure he likes to party
He enjoys a drink or two
Your sister kids’ dads
No one has a clue

But if you will come
And be home soon
You can even ride
On your mother’s broom

Your Voices inside
what do they say?
Not to go home
Then fucking stay!

And your dam brother
hope they keep him locked up
And your sister’s VD
I hope she rots

Without you, my dear
How happy I will be
After all, your voices must agree
The only sane one here, is me.

The Fancy Free

The Fancy Free

I have always love the water and intrigued with sailing. I jumped at every opportunity of getting on the water. I had owned power boats, canoes, and even a small sailboat. So when a boat builder was being forced to close his business and needed to liquidate all his boats I jumped at buying a 30 foot sailboat. However, the boat was not completed. The fiberglass body was beautifully finished as was the head, bunks, and engine. The galley, electronics, wenches, and stanchions still were not finished. The mast and a set of sails were included but the mast had not been set. That would be done after moving the boat to the water.

The expense and labor to complete the boat was more than I had considered. Everything on a large boat is expensive. First I had to move it to the water. Even though it was only a couple of miles to a marina that could launch this ninety five hundred pound boat, I had not considered what an ordeal it was to go that couple of miles. A trucking company was hired to move her, oversize load permits obtained, permits to remove power lines, and streets blocked to get through intersections and make turns. After a couple of hours and over a thousand dollars she arrived at the marina. After several more hundreds of dollars, she was launch and the mast was stepped and we were ready to take her to her home dock. It was very exciting to see her in the water.

The trip from the marina in Pompano Beach to her dock in Fort Lauderdale was such a beautiful trip. Being on the water with all the other large boats and passing by the majestic homes alone the Inter-coastal waterway was thrilling. I was unprepared for handling this large boat in a busy waterway. I realized that I needed to get educated on boating and sailing. Living in Fort Lauderdale, Florida has the advantage of a lot of resources to get this education.

I enrolled into boating safety and navigation rules with the Coast Guard Auxiliary. I took celestial navigation classes at Broward Community College and Marine Mechanics course at a local high school. I also took sailing classes and man overboard sea rescue at Sheridan Vocational School. These classes were not only fun but I met a community of people with boating interest. We would have the celestial navigation classes at night aboard the instructor’s sailboat. Having a classroom on a sailboat is hard to beat.

While attending these classes, I worked at completing the “Fancy Free”. I was excited about the day that I could sail to the Bahamas and the Keys. I was ready to have fun.

Over the next several years my family and I enjoyed many days sailing the South Florida and Bahamas waters. We experienced all kinds of weather; calm sunny days, balmy nights, and stiff winds with large waves. They were fun and exciting and sometimes scary. It was reassuring as I navigated the Keys and Bahamas to have the knowledge I had acquired from my courses.

My First day of School

My First Day of School

After the summer vacation my older brothers and sister were starting back to school. I had turned five that March and wanted to start with them. My older brother had started when he was five but his birthday had been in November, my mother had explained. Because my birthday was after the end of the year that I would have to wait till I was six. I was five and a half and I started counting the time till I would be six.

Each morning my brothers and sister were busy getting ready for school. After breakfast they would hurry out to the old walnut tree and wait for the school bus. The bus would come down the gravel road stirring up dust and come to a stop in front of our house. The bus would already be filled with kids with their excited faces pressed against the windows. There was an air of excitement as they boarded the bus and it pulled away. I was sure that their day was going to be more fun than mine.

After arriving home from school my sister would get her homework finished so that she could get to whatever book she might be reading. During her study time she would allow me to study with her and she would teach me how to read. She would share her paper and pencils with me and I would save them for when I would start school.

As my sixth birthday approached I could barely sleep. I was finally going to school. As the dust rose signaling the approaching bus, I join my brothers and sister under the walnut tree with my paper and pencil ready for school. Only then did they realize that I thought that I was starting school on my birthday. As the school bus pulled away without me that morning I was heart broken. I was not going to school till it started again in the fall.

That day my mother decided that I could go to school with my sister the next day. She is eight years older than I, so she was happy to take her little brother. It was an exciting day. I got my turn in her class reading and working arithmetic problems on the blackboard. School was even more exciting than I could have imagined.

My sister was proud of me that day in school. I had surprised her with how much I was learnt to read. After that day she has taken more interest in my education and she made more time for teaching. Even today she gives me encouragement in my education.