I SURRENDER

Here I am a woman, all grown up
Been a wife, a mother yet not enough
Never been a young girl free to explore
Until now, I want to see behind that door

The door I shut many years ago
Let my youth go by, I didn't know
Thought I was ready to be a grown-up
Didn't know there were things to interrupt

Interrupt the process, just by pass my youth
Looking back I could blame and give proof
Wasn't my fault, I was simply misled
But I'll claim responsibility instead

Now experiencing youth at a tender age
Is quite different and trying as a sage
Yet unique, exciting and scary too
But I know this stage I'll get through

Tomorrow another day, I'm feeling confused
In the middle of life, I'm feeling renewed
Young, romantic and school girl crushes
From a woman, a grandma who is trusted

Divided I am, between now and my youth
Like having false teeth and growing new
Like being of age and feeling so tender
It's a good time, a scary time and I SURRENDER

The Darkness

So as you read my poetry and reflect on your own life or someone's life close to you, I encourage you to comment....it helps me know if I have reached anyone and in what way.

Late at night as she lay in her bed

Sleeping and dreaming and such

A friend needs to feel close to someone

Needing and wanting a touch

As she tosses around in heavenly bliss

Shes oblivious to his needs

Until she awakens and looks at her cell

And realize again he needed she

When the night falls around town

As his day comes to an end

The darkness engulfs him

And his pain seeps in

He reaches out with his lonely heart

And wishes someone was there

Life seems so empty, so wasted

When you have no one to care

After reaching out and missing again

His regret begins to set in

He wonders will his friend be okay

That he almost woke her again

Passing in the night in two different places

Both seem to be needing the same

Yet they never quite seem to meet

As they keep missing it over and over again

Maybe they'll meet in dreamland

Maybe they never will

Time may never change all of that

Yet they'll remain friends still

So she wakens in the morning to see the light

Both outside and on her cell phone

And realizes she has missed his call

And is sure he's snug in bed at home

Now him in his bed in a dreamy state

And her awake in the darkness of dawn

He's in his ultimate state of bliss

While she's sitting there all alone

New Love

I was approached by a man from an internet dating sight, to write a poem for him.  I've never met the man and do not know if he took his trip or not as some health issues came up right at the time he was to leave.  He was going to travel part of the USA on his new motorcycle.  He had a smaller motorcycle when he was very young and life's responsibilities caused him to give it up.  Now in his 60's he was going to travel, do some sports writing and photography and incorporate this trip with a fund raiser for the Shriners Club to provide money for needy children's transportation expenses.  I hope you enjoy his poem as much as he did.

As a young man I traveled around

Many streets in many different towns

My motorcycle was a really nice BSA

How I wanted to travel the whole USofA

Life's turns left my dream for another day

Not really forgotten but tucked neatly away

Years passed and as I found my life had changed

This time I was a single man, once again

The ideal emerged from way down under

And I bought me a bike that sounds like thunder

She's a beauty if I have to say so myself

I don't plan to every tuck her away on a shelf

I have missed my bike of my younger years

But the need for comfort made me change gears

While it isn't the Goldstar from BSA

I'll now ride my BMW bike around the USofA

Let's make this important, let's make it a cause

Let's raise some money, stay within the laws

We'll help the children that will pay our dues

They'll need help to walk in their own shoes

We've stolen and lied about the state of our nation

While their future is bleak because we've been taken

I'll raise money, with the help of you my dear friends

Their lack of transportation hopefully will then end

So get out your checkbooks and send one to me

Know you can help with just a dollar or three

Let's show the young ones what we are made of

And give them some hope with unconditional love

Little Boy, Grown Man

This writing was inspired by recently meeting someone of interest.  I've found it amazing just how accurate they can be when later I revisit the poetry after really getting to know that person.  Hope you enjoy!

Hold me, touch me, his hidden words exclaim

There's a little boy inside struggling to claim

His place amongst love, tenderness and joy

Deep in the heart of this wounded little boy

As his impish charm and his dazzling smile

Light up his face all the while

I see a man I'd like to kiss

But hesitate to do this

Something deep inside him cries

Yet a mix on words still lies

Is it the boy that needs to be held

Or the man hiding so well?

I take the plunge and give in to desire

Let my lips trace his with fire

Teasingly I slip between for a spell

Only to realize that is where I wish to dwell

So, little boy, grown man, what do you want

A woman your equal, you do or don't?

A mother to hold you tenderly close by

Or a lady of the night to lay by

How do I know?

What am I feeling? How do I know?

What is the reason I stop and I go?

Why does my heart race some times?

Why is fear racing through my mind?

Insecurity I say, that is the reason

Sounds good, no matter the season

Just get yourself up and do it without thought

And the feeling? Well maybe and maybe naught

Think too much! Maybe I do

Feel too much, maybe that too

But I am who I am and I will be okay

If I’ll just get moving through my day

A Poem Written for and about a friend...it has no title

The mirror by the door has an unfamiliar face
That is wrinkled and drawn, not with much grace
It looks haggard and old as I let out a big hiss
And I pass it by, wondering; who is this

One night as I began to wash my face
I noticed something familiar in my haste
That mirror by the door, it was plain to see
Was a reflection of this tired old me

As I wondered where my life had gone
I couldn't help but think, this is all wrong
I've worked hard each day planning for the next
And woke up frightened as I felt perplexed

Life has flown by and I had not even known
I had grown old, haggard and all alone
It hit me; I had made it and can finally retire
Realizing I'd lived my life on a hot wire

I had hurried and wrestled with the task at hand
Not realizing one day I'd no longer be a man
And my dreams of life in my golden years
Would be spent amongst other lonely peers

Sharing a room at the local rest home
Well at least I'm not living alone
I'll have no privacy and my prides out the door
As I look down below at the mess on the floor

Slow down, she said; take a look around
There is a life to live and joy abound
Smell the roses and love a little more
Before you find yourself on the rest home floor

Blessings

Not sure of this day ahead
What lies outside the comfort of my bed
As I take in the smell of coffee, the hint of the sun
I know my day and its blessings have just begun

Praise be the gifts that are so freely mine
May I embrace them and the blessings I find
For tonight when I lay down in my bed again
I'll wish for the chance of a new day to begin