ONE-EYED WANDA

One night in Fraserburgh, I went out for a few beers
Then I headed down the harbour for a daunder
Slightly tipsy , I was peering at a trawler’s winching gear
When I saw her in the moonlight: One - Eyed Wanda

At nearly 20 stone, I wouldn’t say she was a looker
And she talked about strange things I didn’t know
I thought my charms were working, ’till she said she was a hooker
I thought “women’s rugby - centre of front row?“

Can't you taste the discontent?
all the rules are broken, bent
Congress bailed the bankers out
guess we know who has the clout

I'll tell you it's not me or you
but the connected privy privileged few
the CEO's bearing ruin's onus
fired or jailed? hell no, a bonus!

Rewards for work so badly done
for being someone's favorite son
unconcerned by what is right
I wonder how they sleep at night

There've been times in my life
where I've just had to say,
"I must, give it all up,
for, it's that kind of day"!

I must, really say this
I really, just must;
if I didn't say it,
then, it wouldn't be, "just".

There's this crazy, old man
we'll just call him, "Doc";
who fills up blank pages
with, "poetical talk".

There is an old teddy bear
Beat up, worn down, but still soft and cute
Who always sits in the window.
The gloomy window
The lonely window
Every day people pass by
Not even glancing at the small bear
it seems that is where he will stay,
The gloomy teddy
The lonely teddy
He rests his small paw on it
That cursed transparent barrier
Threaded tear runs down his felt cheek
A saddened bear
A desperate bear
But in the window he stays
Growing thin, ragged until one day

Like matches to a cigarette
His emotions spark for all to see
Queasy in his stomach as he tries
To hide his sweaty palms

Adversity is a bitter cup of tea
He’s sick of gulping it down
His patience is hanging by a thread
As his thoughts run off course like a derailed train

Sorry, won’t do much anymore
He has grown sick to the insincerity
See, he has been walking on endless roads
So, there’s no sense in getting in his way
He’ll find a way to walk beside you

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FRIEND AND NOTHING MORE

Let it happen once before,
It will not happen any more:
Did you really think that I was such a bore?
My heart wasn’t yours to take,
You see, it's really for my sake
That I must not let it happen any more-
Was it so hard to understand?
All I asked for was a friend
And nothing more…

Listen to the peepers sing
announcing their desire for spring
I see the first gold daffodils
are blooming on south facing hills
The pink blossomed cherry trees
bound to get nipped by a late freeze
The neighbors working loud and hard
mowing wild onions in their yard
People showing more bare skin
some so much it's near a sin
The first turkey gobble of the year
as breeding season's growing near
Robins seen in flocks and bunches
listening for some wormy munches

A voice in natural wilderness…

If nature could speak what would it say,
could it’s comments be about us today.

Would it say greedy,
or merely lost.
Maybe say needy
not understanding cost.

Perhaps it would shout,
death to a planet.
Caused by the ones telling the lie,
that a god had began it.

That man on this planet,
just should not be.
You just don’t belong here,
why can’t we see.

lean against the warm enamel
water beads
releases
falls

and the fan purrs
luxurious
behind the yellowed
chrome

all lifes illicit
want
encircles

warm
soothing
turning
cold

like the bitter bold
this pain that flows

and behind beautiful
eyes
while outside the
snow gently drifts

another drop
another breath
in the hollow
of the ache

the memory
that serves
to make

To slide deep inside, to feel the warm wet.
The touch of your skin, I will never forget.

To feel your hips sway, to welt your ass.
To pound like a hammer, I want this moment to last.

To get lost in your body, to drown in your lust.
To learn every inch, and to nibble I must.

To follow your legs up, beyond your knees.
In between thighs, and under the trees.

I have trust in your mouth, and the things it can do.
Have trust in mine, and my serpent tongue too.