Today I learned something
That I’d not before seen:
That someone can be “not nice”
Without being mean.
There was no sense of cruelty
In any way, shape, or form…
Just the absolute absence
Of everything warm.
If you took both the cuteness
And claws from a bear
You had basically
Who I met today there:
Something living and breathing
But someone had missed
Installing the place
Where a heart should exist.
Now I wonder whether
I’ve found something new
Or if I’ve just been sheltered
And hadn’t a clue…
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There once was a man from St. Mary
Who’d be merry to marry Merry Mary.
Merry Mary, however,
Did forthrightly endeavor
Never ever to wed one so hairy.
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There are two invisible powers
And both go by the name of “Love.”
Both share earthly symbols
Like a flower or a dove,
Both can feel spectacular
And to lose them feels rotten,
But only one is cherished
While the other is forgotten.
The first love, which we celebrate
Comes in many ways and rates,
Whether flourishing in one glance
Or through countless many dates.
It’s an all-consuming passion
That no drug can replicate,
Designed by God or nature
To ensure two people mate.
I prefer the second love,
Which many haven’t known,
Which can’t be felt by starry eyes
Or fire in the bone.
This love is not a feeling
But an action that we take
Not to gratify ourselves
But for another’s sake.
This second love is not reserved
For those with lovely faces.
Instead it’s most important for
Those found in darkened places,
And yet with equal vigor
To your wife and to your foe
You manifest the second love
And to both parties show.
You needn’t feel amorous
To help a stranger carry
A heavy bag, nor should you feel
Obliged to them to marry.
And yet the baffling part about
This second love these days
In when you show a person this
They’ll spurn it seven ways;
“Shee’s clingy,” or “He’s needy,”
Or “He’s trying way too hard,”
Or “He’s creepy,” or “She’s lying,
“So I must be on my guard.”
In most cases the rebuke
Is one of self-defense,
For many who show kindness
Are expecting recompense.
So when one shares the second love
For nothing but the good
It seems what was well-meaning
Is oft misunderstood.
I hope if you’re a giver
Of this secret second love,
The love for human brothers
Unconnected by their blood,
That you do not forget the gift
Or cease to feel or give,
For you’re an ever-scarcer breed
Who knows how best to live.
And if you may receive the gift
I formerly did mention
That you may understand it
As a love with good intention.
And if you’ve never thought of love
As something more than lust
I hope you read these verses
With an open mind, and trust
That if you try to love someone
For their sake, not your own,
That you will feel a universe
In which you’re less alone.
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Women live longer
Than men, this is true,
But how many women
Say “I’d die for you”?
Men on the other hand
Say it a lot,
So men must die younger
‘Cause women are hot.
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There’s a little yellow house
With tulips in the yard,
Home to a pair of dreamers
And an angel on the way.
One of them’s a teacher.
Her husband is a bard
Who sits at a computer
Making problems go away.
The echo from a timeless love
A love that first began
When she asked him to talk about
His “perfect five-year plan.”
There’s a little library
Inside that yellow house,
A studio where students come
To learn the clarinet,
A kitchen big enough to please
The more attractive spouse,
And two young hearts forevermore
As full as they can get.
They’re thinking of the day he said
“I want to be your man,”
The first of many steps within
His perfect five-year plan.
You’ll never hear a hateful word
Be spoken bu them there.
They never let an apple sit
On any empty chair.
They smile at every photograph
Hung on the family wall,
But they won’t say what happens when
The captain comes to call.
And when the five year plan was done
And the house was home to four
He’d renew the five-year plan
Another lifetime more.
But there’s a little yellow house,
For-sale sign on the lawn.
It never was the home for them
The bard had counted on.
Turns out a five-year plan for two
Won’t work with only one
No matter how much someone cries
When they know that it’s done.
The perfect lifelong five-year plan
In three months was complete,
But when you love someone that much
You can’t call it defeat.
The sun still shines, the waves still crash,
There’s still a dusk and dawn.
The leaves are green, the rain is wet,
His eyes are nearly clear.
Just like the clouds that once were grey,
His heart is moving on
From yellow houses, unborn kids,
The teacher, and his fear.
The one thing he won’t leave behind
And knows he never can
Are memories that came to life
Thanks to a five-year plan.
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Just because his name is Curtis
Doesn’t mean that he is curt.
Just because her name is Cindy
Doesn’t mean that she’s a sinner.
Just because my name is Dick
Doesn’t mean I feelings hurt.
Now where, my wifey dearest,
Is my mother****ing dinner?
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One day a boy was throwing stones
At nothing in the wood
When he struck the belly of
A creature pure and good,
A unicorn of golden mane,
A thing so unexpected
He hardly knew what he could do
The moment they connected.
He knew just what the creature was,
For one cannot mistake
A unicorn for something plain,
An angel for a rake.
He laid his hands upon it
And for some time they were one
Until the moon had passed ahead,
The herald of the sun.
And when the boy had fallen
Into sleep, as boys must do,
The unicorn turned to the North
And took a step, then two,
And when the boy awoke again
His heart was full of light
As he looked for where the unicorn
Had cantered in the night.
At first he was uncertain,
Even fearful in his thought
For wherever he went looking
There the unicorn was not.
To chase it would be folly;
To lose it would be doom;
So he made himself be visible
And gave it lots of room.
He smiled while he waited
‘Til the smile hurt his face,
Then he cried and laughed alternately
And prayed aloud for grace.
The boy is waiting as we sleep,
For sleep we all must do,
Until he hears the hooves again
Come Southward, one, then two.
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When you refuse my kiss
I feel something’s amiss.
When you deny my peck
I think “What the heck?”
When you dodge my caress
I feel some duress.
When you deny being osculated
I feel emosculated.
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The hours we spent painting gnome houses
And the hours we spent playing games
And the meals and walking
And laughing and talking
And whispering each others’ names,
The hour we spent after bedtime
Just wrapped in each other, in love,
And the sweet half an hour
That I was your tower
And your lips glowed from starlight above,
A greeting, a morning, a breakfast, adventure,
The downtime, the party, the kiss:
I cannot be lonely when you are my only;
No time was spent better than this.
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I love you, my sunshine,
My sniffer of books,
For more than your laughter
And stunning good looks.
I love you for doubting,
Examining life,
For wanting to be my
Spectacular wife.
I love you for giving
With no hint of greed.
You’re all that I want
And more than I need.
I love you for being
The woman you are:
A dreamer, a doer,
A fighter, a star.
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