Terror

I’ll be the gunner beside you
walking in the night.

It’s a thing, so beautiful from the start.
Taught to walk with sincerity. But a great terror.

To you, a beautiful terror to do your will.
Like my brothers, the dutiful men.

Like my brothers, a beautiful gunner.
Faithful to fulfill our alliance, fully.

You have me as a brother.
As partner in this life.

And where you go, perhaps I’ll die, but you’ll live your story. I’ll try to follow.

This lion of truth, to the end will be at your hand.
It’s me, traveling alongside. Your gunner.

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Outfield Terror at Twelve

I remember the smell of a newly oiled leather glove and its awkward fit on my left hand
I remember an eternal sea of grass where I was surrounded by infinite no see-ums
I remember playing the outfield because the coach had to put me somewhere
I remember watching the swing, hearing the crack and the ball soaring frightfully high
I remember my terror, watching the ball spin forward as it fell straight toward me
I remember tucking the heel of my hand against my belly and my awkward catch
I remember my teammates being amazed as much as I at my very first catch
I remember the runner on third smiling as he scored because I forgot to throw the ball
I remember my embarrassment at my late throw hardly making it into the infield
I remember winning that game, but for the wrong team
I remember how much I prefer football

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Life the in Day

Jumping behind the wheel, it’s a race between home and work.
Both are reluctant to be part, even for a minute.
A shared meal entices with olfactory teasing.
Prayer and reflection – savoring quiet time with a loved one.
Framed by the window, the silhouette changes.
Crawling toward the shower, both needed and desired.
Legs wrestle with blankets. Surrender.
A silent sliver of sunlight shines through the window.

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Long Lines of Democracy

Across the country – mud slinging and name calling. Is that the answer?
As thoughts take action, neighbors revealed their true selves, by casting ballots.
The fog dispersed. Morning shed new light on life – candidates chosen.
What were we thinking? There are none who are content and polls are now closed.
Some may not like it. Some might want to leave our land. But most accept it.
And ultimately, this principle makes us shine – our democracy.

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Oh Darling, Yes I Do

With hair a mess and morning breath
I am a sight to see.
Until I brush and clean myself,
Please keep your eyes closed tight.
Do you love me anyway?

Oh Darling, yes I do.
With lovely hair and brilliant eyes,
I cannot help but stare.
For in my sight, no matter what
Your beauty rocks my world.
Oh I love you every day.
Oh Darling, yes I do.

Sometimes I cry and don’t know why,
So emotionally.
And then there’s moods that ebb and flow
Now watch out when they come!
Do you love me anyway?

Oh Darling, yes I do.
For that’s the way you share yourself –
With such a lovely heart.
And though you keep me on my toes,
You’ve opened just to me.
Oh I love you every day.
Oh Darling, yes I do.

I saw some grey sprout in my hair,
It seems I’m getting old.
Upon my hips and everywhere,
It’s too much cellulose.
Do you love me anyway?

Oh Darling, yes I do.
My hands run through that silky hair
You’re youthful to the touch.
And when I hold you, oh so close,
Perfection in my arms.
Oh I love you every day.
Oh Darling, yes I do

I worry now as years pass by
I’m getting old, you know.
The same old song you’ll hear each day,
Sung by the same ol’ me.
Do you love me anyway?

Oh Darling, yes I do.
We travel life, both hand-in-hand.
Growing old, together.
Be with me now and sing your songs
Do it forever more,
Oh I love you every day.
Oh Darling, yes I do.

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Fires Going Down

Sound the alarm and let it ring
Then get me some milk to help with the zing.
Extinguish the fire that burns on my tongue.
Hurry before it gets in my lung.
Oh why did i eat, something so hot.
I really do hope, my gut doesn’t rot.
One hot wing down, eleven to go.
Let’s reconsider, I think I’ll say no.
Now in my mouth, there may be a burn.
Tomorrow another part, takes its turn.
So next time I order that kind of food,
Please look in my eye and then say, dude:
GET ICE CREAM INSTEAD

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Said Better, Simply

We both asseverate,
it is just plain axiomatic,
starting the day any other way
is just plain stupid.

Otherwise desultory mornings
ascertain propitious levels
of crankiness
and rotten headaches

Indubitably she rose
with a perfunctory walk
to the kitchen
for a hot cup of joe.

Greeted by quite the diaspora,
She repositioned the countertop paraphernalia.
Last night we just plain forgot
so we’ll put the junk away later.

Hot coffee in hand,
we stepped out on the deck,
Greeted with the commencement
of a pulchritudinous sunrise.

She thought it pretty,
but I thought it nothing next to her,
my proximally positioned,
sapient, coruscating woman.

Jointly we cachinnated
over a shared epiphany:
the fanciest things in life aren’t words,
but our time together.

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