Ok, another recycle from my old blog. Yes, I will be writing something new in the near future.
Summertime the year I became “legal” was one of the best that I can remember. My first year of college was behind me and I met someone whom I thought I was in love with, but after really falling in love years later, I realized that it was lust and not love.
I first saw her as she walked into our Speech class. One look at her and I was speechless, not good in a speech class. She wore a white cotton button up long sleeve shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned. The jeans she wore must have been put on with a shoe horn. Her red cowboy boots completed the imagine of the perfect woman. Did I mention that you couldn’t see her bra even though the shirt was unbuttoned? It’s hard to see something that isn’t there.
In order to keep things orderly the teacher had pre-assigned partners, and much to my delight, we were assigned together. I introduced myself by stuttering through some mindless sentences which ended with “I’m not really as stupid as I sound”.
She said, “I’m Val, short for Valentine as I was born on Feburary 14th. I like to have fun but I’m also serious about my school work. So, do you think you can keep your mind on the classwork, if not I’ll ask to be reassigned to someone else.”
“Can I be honest?” I gasped, “If you would wear a flannel shirt or maybe a suit of armor or something besides what you have on, then I may be able to keep my mind and eyes off your breasts.”
And that’s how we met. We had a cold winter that year with snow drifting up to the window sill, but the dorm room was hot. My best friend said he knew Val’s dorm room because the windows were always steamed up.
Plans were being made. Dates were talked about and what color bridesmaids gowns would be. We even had names picked out for our children. Before we knew it, summer had rolled around and we had to part for the summer.
“Two weeks,” I told her, “In two weeks after my first paycheck I’ll be knocking at your door.”
“I’ll be waiting. Waiting to hold you close, to hold you tight. I will dream of it every night until I once again kiss your lips.” And with that, she was gone.
Two weeks flew by. I worked extra hours the first weekend so that I could leave early on Friday. I jumped in my car and drove the two hours as fast and as straight to her house as I could. I jumped out of the car and was going up the sidewalk when the door to her house burst open and she came bounding out. I felt as though I was in Speech class again, I was again speechless. This time she was wearing very short frayed cut-off jean shorts. Her Dead Head T-shirt was tight and I couldn’t see her bra this time either. I stood dead in my tracks as she ran into my arms and kissed me like never before. She lead me into the house and....
Oh yeah, did I tell you we got an A in Speech class?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Rain Girl
A post from "Romantic Walk" from a year ago, thought I'd be green and recycle.
It was a warm day as I was walking through the park when it suddenly began to rain. I was about two miles from my car so I thought I’d embrace it and take a stroll in the cooling rain. She was standing at a fork in the path wearing a small smirk on her face as she looked at my rain soaked body. I stopped and without a word she took my hand and led me back into the park. There we found a secluded park bench that overlooked a duck pond. We sat silently, alone in the park, letting the rain fall on us as we watched the drops make ripples as they fell into the pond. I tried to think of something to say, “Hi, I’m an Aquarius, what sign are you?” No, too stupid. “I see you enjoy the rain, how about taking a shower with me?” No, too forward. So I sat there waiting for my heart to quick pounding so I could hear myself think of some useful, non-idiotic thing to say.
Just as suddenly as the rain started, it stopped. The ducks were swimming under a rainbow that appeared across the pond. And just as suddenly, she stood still holding my hand, and kissed me on the forehead. She gave me another one of her smirks and was gone.
I sat, soaking wet, looking across the pond, contemplating what had just happened, trying to sort out my feelings when I felt someone watching me. I looked down the path she had taken and an older couple stood there, looking at a drenched man sitting on a wet park bench. They too were soaked so I wondered if they had seen the girl and which way she had gone.
I stood and walked toward them, but what I observed sent chills though my body. His eyes were familiar, as was the way he stood. She too looked like someone I knew, but I couldn’t place how I knew them. As I came closer, the top of his hand caught my eye; on it was the same tattoo of a bullpup that was on mine. I froze in my tracks as they passed by and as I turned to look at them they sat down on the same bench my Rain Girl and I were sitting. I began to see it clearly now, that man was me, 50 years older and the lady was my Rain Girl. The old lady looked at me and gave me a smirk and pointed up the path. I turned and as I started to run after my girl, I glanced back at the old couple. The bench was empty as they were swept back up in time, but their message was clear. I found her at the same fork in the path where she was earlier. She finally spoke, “It took you long enough,” her voice sounded like a smooth jazz melody.
I said, “It’s not every day that you fall in love, it took me by surprise.”
She took my hand again, “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”
This time it was my turn to smirk.
It was a warm day as I was walking through the park when it suddenly began to rain. I was about two miles from my car so I thought I’d embrace it and take a stroll in the cooling rain. She was standing at a fork in the path wearing a small smirk on her face as she looked at my rain soaked body. I stopped and without a word she took my hand and led me back into the park. There we found a secluded park bench that overlooked a duck pond. We sat silently, alone in the park, letting the rain fall on us as we watched the drops make ripples as they fell into the pond. I tried to think of something to say, “Hi, I’m an Aquarius, what sign are you?” No, too stupid. “I see you enjoy the rain, how about taking a shower with me?” No, too forward. So I sat there waiting for my heart to quick pounding so I could hear myself think of some useful, non-idiotic thing to say.
Just as suddenly as the rain started, it stopped. The ducks were swimming under a rainbow that appeared across the pond. And just as suddenly, she stood still holding my hand, and kissed me on the forehead. She gave me another one of her smirks and was gone.
I sat, soaking wet, looking across the pond, contemplating what had just happened, trying to sort out my feelings when I felt someone watching me. I looked down the path she had taken and an older couple stood there, looking at a drenched man sitting on a wet park bench. They too were soaked so I wondered if they had seen the girl and which way she had gone.
I stood and walked toward them, but what I observed sent chills though my body. His eyes were familiar, as was the way he stood. She too looked like someone I knew, but I couldn’t place how I knew them. As I came closer, the top of his hand caught my eye; on it was the same tattoo of a bullpup that was on mine. I froze in my tracks as they passed by and as I turned to look at them they sat down on the same bench my Rain Girl and I were sitting. I began to see it clearly now, that man was me, 50 years older and the lady was my Rain Girl. The old lady looked at me and gave me a smirk and pointed up the path. I turned and as I started to run after my girl, I glanced back at the old couple. The bench was empty as they were swept back up in time, but their message was clear. I found her at the same fork in the path where she was earlier. She finally spoke, “It took you long enough,” her voice sounded like a smooth jazz melody.
I said, “It’s not every day that you fall in love, it took me by surprise.”
She took my hand again, “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”
This time it was my turn to smirk.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
The Yearn
The river ran deep
during this drought,
Until the well ran dry.
Only so much one can take,
Only so much you can cry.
They say there are
Lessons that we'll learn
Things we'll never see,
But it doesn't take away
The everlasting Yearn.
Yearn for one last hug
One more laugh.
One more smile.
Yearn for the day before
And hope that it would last.
But life goes on
Sometimes wishing it wouldn't.
Left here for some unknown reason
For a higher purpose
If only for a season.
during this drought,
Until the well ran dry.
Only so much one can take,
Only so much you can cry.
They say there are
Lessons that we'll learn
Things we'll never see,
But it doesn't take away
The everlasting Yearn.
Yearn for one last hug
One more laugh.
One more smile.
Yearn for the day before
And hope that it would last.
But life goes on
Sometimes wishing it wouldn't.
Left here for some unknown reason
For a higher purpose
If only for a season.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Where My Love For Chocolate Came From
A simple candy wrapper. Most people would have thrown it out, I would too except this one held a memory for me that I didn't want to forget. She was my first love, the first to hold my heart in her hands and when I was with her, the world just floated away.
It was our last night before we left for college and it would be the last night of our romance, we both knew it, but we were leaving that unsaid, and now it was time to say goodnight. I pulled up to the curb in front of her house, as I turned to kiss her goodnight she pulled a Hershey's kiss from her purse. I watched as she slowly unwrapped it, trying hard not to tear the silvery wrapper and then she laid it out flat on the dashboard. She then put the kiss between her lips and after letting it slowly melt in her mouth, she gave me a sweet chocolaty goodbye kiss. Without a word she got out of the car and ran inside, leaving my class ring on my car's console.
No, I won't throw this wrapper away, instead of wrapping itself around a piece of candy, it wraps a sweet memory.
It was our last night before we left for college and it would be the last night of our romance, we both knew it, but we were leaving that unsaid, and now it was time to say goodnight. I pulled up to the curb in front of her house, as I turned to kiss her goodnight she pulled a Hershey's kiss from her purse. I watched as she slowly unwrapped it, trying hard not to tear the silvery wrapper and then she laid it out flat on the dashboard. She then put the kiss between her lips and after letting it slowly melt in her mouth, she gave me a sweet chocolaty goodbye kiss. Without a word she got out of the car and ran inside, leaving my class ring on my car's console.
No, I won't throw this wrapper away, instead of wrapping itself around a piece of candy, it wraps a sweet memory.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Why I Don't Write Poetry IX
I walk,
Leaving a trail of footprints.
I seek,
The road I can call my own.
I find.
Now will I follow?
The heart,
Will never fail to lead.
The mind,
Will never fail to comprehend.
The soul,
Will never fail to be fulfilled.
If you let it.
Leaving a trail of footprints.
I seek,
The road I can call my own.
I find.
Now will I follow?
The heart,
Will never fail to lead.
The mind,
Will never fail to comprehend.
The soul,
Will never fail to be fulfilled.
If you let it.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The Commander's Captain
My church just recently welcomed a new pastor. In the interim we had a retired pastor whom just happened to be my old pastor twenty years ago. To make a long story short, this is what I wrote for his thank you reception.A ship without a captain
Tossed about by the wind
Guided by the current
It’s sails growing thin
Filled with a crew
Each with an oar in their hand
Waiting for someone
To take command
Sent from the Commander
He stepped behind the helm
To give directions
From the Commander’s realm
His course is true
His destination sure
His eye is on the prize
His task is pure
Captain of many a ship
Guided them safely to shore
His time here though short
His message we can’t ignore
The Commander has another
Ship for him to sail
Another ship adrift
A crew that needs saved by the nail
His course is set before him
He needs no direction or more skill
For his life is the Commander’s
To perform His Will
Graditude and thanks
Seem so hollow of words
To say how much we love you
How much you’re adored
Though our course will cross
On the horizions shore
May we be shipmates when we pass through
The Commanders Door
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Missing Beth
I miss Beth. I never met her, but I miss her. Beth is author of one of my favorite blogs, "Switched At Birth", and decided she needed to put the blog aside and concentrate on other areas of her life. Ya can't blame her for that.
After reading a comment she made on another site, I realized I missed her. A few times a week I'd pull up her blog and there she was, welcoming me to her home on Long Pine Preserve with that big smile of hers. Then suddenly she was gone.
This caused me to start thinking, why do we get so attached to people we have never met? Why is it that on-line friends become almost like family? I feel closer to all you on-line friends than I do those I physically see. I blogged about this once before, a long time ago, and my conclusion then was that at the keyboard, we can be ourselves. We don't have to put up a false front to try and impress someone we don't know, but then a funny thing happens, we've established a relationship. We cross our t's and dot our i's and suddenly we have a friend in Florida, Alaska, even Down Under.
We have even written about our friendships over at Ann's website. We decided that we're going to all meet on Gully's deck and have a beer or two and pound on our laptops. I do hope that one day that will happen in one form or another.
I don't know why this is such a phenom, but it is. Maybe the way to world peace is one on-line relationship at a time. So my friends, on-line and off, keep in touch. Keep writing and keep wowing me with your words, on-line for now, but one day face to face.
(I know this is almost the exact opposite of my last post, but the last post was mainly about a romantic relationship. This one is about friendship and finding them in a place where a person wasn't really looking for friends.)
After reading a comment she made on another site, I realized I missed her. A few times a week I'd pull up her blog and there she was, welcoming me to her home on Long Pine Preserve with that big smile of hers. Then suddenly she was gone.
This caused me to start thinking, why do we get so attached to people we have never met? Why is it that on-line friends become almost like family? I feel closer to all you on-line friends than I do those I physically see. I blogged about this once before, a long time ago, and my conclusion then was that at the keyboard, we can be ourselves. We don't have to put up a false front to try and impress someone we don't know, but then a funny thing happens, we've established a relationship. We cross our t's and dot our i's and suddenly we have a friend in Florida, Alaska, even Down Under.
We have even written about our friendships over at Ann's website. We decided that we're going to all meet on Gully's deck and have a beer or two and pound on our laptops. I do hope that one day that will happen in one form or another.
I don't know why this is such a phenom, but it is. Maybe the way to world peace is one on-line relationship at a time. So my friends, on-line and off, keep in touch. Keep writing and keep wowing me with your words, on-line for now, but one day face to face.
(I know this is almost the exact opposite of my last post, but the last post was mainly about a romantic relationship. This one is about friendship and finding them in a place where a person wasn't really looking for friends.)
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