Pinocchio And The Squirrell (Part 10)

It is just simply a hug and a kiss.
Is that really all that you miss?
Does your whole life have to change?
Doesn't that seem just a bit strange?

Has this new magic opened up a door?
Aren't you the same person as before?
Wooden-head, we need some more pecking.
Or your whole life you will be wrecking.

A new bird comes along whistling Dixie.
You act like you been touched by a Pixie.
Better stop and smell the roses, friend.
There is a lot of fertilizer to attend.

What you going to do when you I'm gone?
How will you make it from dusk to dawn?
There are many friends you will be seeing.
Listen to your friends before believing.

The eyes of the sparrow will watch you.
As you fly upon eagle wings in the blue.
Let the dove go with you whether you go.
And watch out for the winds as they blow.

That is so beautiful and so true to life.

Thank you. I am a bit moody, today. Probably can tell from this next poem.

Stalker Blues

Am I stalking you or are you doing me?
We are together then we are just history.
You return my calls whenever you want to.
I am getting a case of the stalker blues.

Should I just assume that I am the one.
Will get back with me when you're done?
Has our relationship turned so fickle?
My life is on hold; Its a real pickle.

Should I give you more time or space?
Am I making a move faster than your pace?
Are you sending me hints I can't read?
Do you want to tell me that I am freed?

It seems like I am going in circles.
My life has turned into a deep purple.
Am I being too respectful and nice?
You prefer that I turn on the spice?

Am I rushing you into something, dear?
My patience is starting to go, hear?
Damn Yankees no wonder we lost the war.
Everything is so different than before.

Am I stalking you or are you doing me?
We are together then we are just history.
You return my calls whenever you want to.
I am getting a case of the stalker blues.

Just when I think everything is OK.
Heard your voice on the phone, yesterday.
Then today I hear or see nothing new?
Was it something I said to offend you?

Would you at-least call and let me know?
Or at-least tell a friend before you blow?
Hey, I am an adult and been there before.
What bother me is when you just ignore.

Peas porridge hot; Peas porridge cold.
Damn it, I just hate being put on hold.
Lady, there ain't way to read your mind.
I know I have tried it time after time.

Leave me a message one way or the other.
You only wanted friendship then why bother.
Will be your friend no matter the outcome.
Maybe you thought I just wanted to get some?

Am I stalking you or are you doing me?
We are together then we are just history.
You return my calls whenever you want to.
I am getting a case of the stalker blues.

Magical Kisses

It was so nice not to be obsessed with you, today.
I got to spend time with friends who think I'm OK.
I got to help others and it seemed the right thing.
I got help from others and the serenity that brings.

The meeting cleared my head; I think much clearer.
Brought my higher power and me together much nearer.
Turned my cell phone off so I wouldn't be disturbed.
The hugs of friends and sharing of wonderful words.

Nice my compulsive obsession behavior was arrested.
Was nice and better than the things I had protested.
It was only for a hour but feel much better now.
Was surprised that you had gotten me to such a row.

You wasn't even there but some how I imagined you.
I got so caught up into it that it made very blue.
I must forgotten who I was and where I came from.
Just thinking of it now; I laugh I was so dumb.

My expectations must really took me past the border.
Sometimes I just forget that I have this disorder.
I am sure that it will all happen to me, again.
Nothing ventured; Nothing gained my old friend.

Would be nice to think I won't repeat the mistake.
Not sure how much more this old ticker can take.
And maybe this mistake was meant to be like this.
Was amazed how I could read into your sweet kiss.

Very Awesome

Really very nice!

Thank ya'll. Fact is stranger than fiction somes.

Workaholics In Love

I found my soul-mate; Like me she is a quirk.
Can't get any time off because we both work.
All we can do is get a quick hug and a peck.
Work so much overtime; We're nervous wrecks.

I don't know if you would call us together.
Maybe, sometimes; When we get time; Whatever.
I get to see her when the schedule allows.
We text like crazy; It is working somehow.

Her connection is so much slower than mine.
But she types much faster like being on-line.
If we did it per minute would be outrageous.
Sometimes love is blind; Sometimes contagious.

They told us we need to get time off together.
But they can't get anyone to replace either.
I think about her a lot; She is a real honey.
Its a shame but we both need the extra money.

She is sweet to the old folks and at peace.
But like me she is in debt; Such a disease.
I wonder what she would look without scrubs.
And I wonder if she can give good back rubs.

The Abyss Of Love

Should I commit to love and become complete?
Or should I just stay alone in love's retreat?
I don't want to rush love because it is sweet.
I don't want to slow for love with cold feet.

Love has takes me places in mind, heart and soul.
And I am not sure another could understand me so.
I feel the power of love calling to me so deep.
It surrounds and protects me in its sweet keep.

Would I fall for another and be their slave.
Or would I stay in the abyss and just behave.
Love calls to me in so many ways and times.
Maybe a slave to love's way has been my crime.

I see those with their precious ones so dear.
How they hold them so lovingly and so near.
I watch the couples and wonder if I am missing.
Those words of endearment with hugs and kissing.

Love calls to me from afar like a mating bird.
With some of the sweetest words I ever heard.
Should I commit to love and become complete?
Or should I just stay alone in love's retreat?

very nice

Thank you. It is a beautiful day here. I just got my brother-in-law to haul off an old record player. I am having a great time having people come and get these dinosaurs of furniture pieces so each time one goes it is like there goes another catch all. It is my war on dust, cobwebs and spiders. One less place to clean; One less place to dust and one place for bugs to hide.

EXCELLENT!!

Thank you. I hope you like Pixie Dust.

Pixie Dust

If he calls it love will it go away?
Will he take me for granted and stay?
Will our feelings fade like magic?
Some how I think that would be tragic.

When he sees another angel what then?
Would our love become just pretend?
Would I then come only a short quest?
Some how he must pass the love test.

Would the kisses lose the sweet flavor?
Would the hugs be just another labor?
Would I be just another female gotten?
Some how I must be not just forgotten.

He fell for me would fall for another?
Would I just be another angel undercover?
Will I tarnish to him and lose my beauty?
When he says he loves me does he truly?

Or am I only pixie dust falling down?
Alive in the air but dead on the ground.
Does he imagine he loves me or does he?
Or am I only the girl that he will free?

That is beautiful! How come you know so much?

[That is beautiful! How come you know so much?


I work with a lot of women. This inspiration came from a 19 year old aide. While on break she was talking about her boyfriend and she was so glad that he didn't tell her that he loved her. That inspired me to write this one in an attempt to try to understand where she was coming from.

I understand you published a book of poems, please give me the title?

We Are Shadow

Thank you!