The Friendship List

I may have been at the top of your list, boy,

But I’m not there anymore;

I’ve made some mistakes, messed things up,

You kicked me out the door.

I know I’m not your favorite person right now,

And I’m sure I make you mad;

But all that aside, please listen, dear boy,

You were the best friend I ever had.

If there’s a Friendship List that you’ve got,

I hope that somewhere you will find;

That I may not have been the bestest by far,

But at least I was always sweet and kind.

I get that you’re a very popular guy,

One that’s outta my league;

I guess I thought, just maybe, I had a shot,

That’s what I’d like to believe!

If there’s a Friendship List that you’ve got,

I hope that somewhere you will find;

That I may not have been the bestest by far,

But at least I was always sweet and kind.

I may have been at the top of your list, boy,

Not sure if I’m there anymore;

I’ve made some mistakes, straightened things up,

And you welcomed me back through your door!

L O V E

L  O  V  E

You know the song,

“L” is for the way you look at me,

“O” is for the only one I see.

“V” is very, very extraordinary,

“E” is even more than anyone that you adore…”

Made famous by the amazing Nat “King” Cole. 

When I think of love, I think of the sensory sensations which it allows us to feel and experience.  A deep, soothing warmth inside, resonating from my heart and extending to the tips of my fingers and toes.

I am terribly guilty of “wearing my heart on my sleeve” which means that I tend to get easily attached to others, and then when it is not mutual, when it is not reciprocal, I get hurt very quickly.  For me, the resilience has come, but incredibly slowly.  So, indeed there has been numerous times during which I wished I hadn’t become attached so fast.

We use the word Love, to mean so many different things.  It’s very personal to us.  There are times when we say, “I like you,” but, what we really mean is, “I Love you.”  Somehow, it just doesn’t feel right to say “Love” so freely and easily.  We tend to reserve it for those times during which we are more emotionally attached to someone or something. 

Then there is “being in Love.”  Being in Love is when we truly feel all of those sensory sensations: warmth in our hearts, tingling in our toes, catching our breath, and the ever-present ear-to-ear smile on our faces that tell the world, “I, am in Love!” 

The downside, of course, is that if it is not reciprocal, not mutual, we become saddened and disillusioned.  And rightly so.  No one wants his/her heart played with.  No one wants to put him/herself out there only to end up being hurt.  Yes, if we don’t take that chance, risk getting hurt, we find ourselves alone, empty, and even bitter.  Not a good place in which to be.  I speak from experience.

Loving someone else, Being in Love, they’re both wonderful feelings not only to be held dear to your heart, but to be shared with others.  There has been much written on the subject of Love, and I am very happy to have had this opportunity to share my thoughts on Love with you! 

Take care.              

There Will Be Times...

There Will Be Times

(*)

There will be times when you feel like a scared little boy,

Other times you’ll feel proud, puff your chest out with joy.

And still other times you may get quite annoyed,

But, most of the time you’re my friend, Willie boy.

We only met not so long ago, typing words so fast;

Now it seems ancient history, everything’s in the past.

Don’t know what I was thinking, moving the way I did,

Talking to you, I must have forgotten, you’re a grownup,

Not just some little a kid. (*)

We talked until the wee hours of morn,

I was sure that you’d be quite bored.

To my surprise, you wanted more,

Yet at 3:00 am you closed the door. (*)

I tossed so many bad puns at you,

And you just let out a hearty, “Boo!”

Somehow I knew that inside you smiled,

And held me in your heart for a little while. (*)

I believe that we wanted the same ending outcome,

Two of us together, living happily as one.

The part only you had thought about was this:

The long distance kept us from sharing a kiss. (*)

I never thought I’d feel this way again,

You helped me smile, you always wore a grin.

The twinkle in your eye and the smile on your face,

Helped me realize I could survive this place. (*)

... just holding hands.

A little romance ‘round Christmas time,

Could cost as little as one thin dime;

Or maybe less, might I suggest, just holding hands?

You make me shy, I don’t know why,

I feel that magic when you walk by;

Might I suggest, it would be best, just holding hands?

(*)       Picture us both together,

Snuggling, oh so tight.

We don’t care ‘bout the weather,

‘Cause we’ll be makin’ love all night!

A little peck on your right cheek,

Makes your knees a little weak;

Or maybe less, might I suggest, just holding hands? (*)

 

-For Willie

“Are You Going To Eat That?”

It just sat there on the tabletop, nestled comfortably on the lace doily.

It was calling to me, 

                                     “Tooooommmmm! Tooooooooooommmm!”

I shot a quick glance in its direction.  Oh, chocolatey, gooey, fudgy decadence.

I could feel the pounds being added on, one by one.

The cat, too, had seen it, for he leapt up onto the table in a single bound.  His landing, however, let a lot to be desired.

The plate holding this scrumptious delight slowly, ever so slowly, slid and crashed onto the floor.

The cat and I looked at each other.

 “Are you going to eat that?,” he said.

“Probably. You wanna help?”

I Wish I Had Known We Were Going To The Beach

I wish I had known we were going to the beach,

‘Cause then my toys, I’d have put within reach!

Instead there they sat high on the shelf

Where no one could get them, not even myself.

I wish I had known a few days ago,

What you had in store for me and Bilbo.

Then I could have gotten some toys

Better suited for doggies instead of for boys.

I got that box down onto the floor,

Just then I hear you opening the door:

It creaks and it moans ever so loud,

And here we both sit, ever so proud.

We found my toys trucks, my bucket, my pail,

I think we’ll be ready shortly without fail.

Just as I’m about to run barefoot in the street,

You say, “Hey come back, mister,

            You’ll get sand in your feet!”