Awakening The light peaks through a day anew She lays asleep I untangle the sheets Her perfect love As soft as a dove Has proved me again A man I am. Coffee now
The Lone Cowboy Walked into a bar south of Houston quiet place ; old tunes on the box as I came to the bar, saw her starboard afar head sunk to her chest ; hat all ajar Must have been summat that drew me usually stirred clear of this type long golden curls and a stetson half twirled so I sat seat apart ; heard muffled laugh So I beckoned the barman to fill me bourbon on ice long tall glass I nodded to fill up the ladies he nodded ok then he laughed to be contd!!
Author: Anonymous In this world full of hurt and pain, I need someone who would help me through the rain. To comfort me when I'm sad, Doing everything just to make me glad. In this world, I need a Brave Knight, Who would never give up any fight? A knight who would dry away my tears, Telling me to overcome my fears. A knight who loves me for who I am inside, With him, there’s nothing more I need to hide. A person who will still be standing strong, Even though everything has gone wrong. I need someone who is willing to give me more, Someone I can call my Knight In Shining Armor.
the lone cowboy contd? He knew how to stay outa trouble and moved away cleanin the bar then I asked “ drink me with Ma’am she murmured ‘yea back again Sam? I whispered ‘no I’m just desperate dan”! She laughed as she turned to review me looked me up then across then right down then asked “ to whom do I owe the pleasure I said “well Ma’am I’m just an easy come listener taught by my grandpappie from down in Cheyenne” I said let’s sit in the corner in the sunlight then ya can see me for sure I don’t come with no side but carry some pride and can listen for hours that’s how I am She slid off the stool and I caught her I expected a stiffened response but she sunk into me low, and I walked her real slow ‘till we sat in sunlight aglow She told me a tale long and elaborate of first romances of course many times of tough cowhand abuse that started obtuse and finished up bruised and unkind she’d lost touch with her kids over eons Xmas cards that had faded not sent And now she just struggled alone in the gloom from the homestead; the bar then back home I thought to myself can’t do much but now started felt compelled to ascend from the floor of her hell to at least standin So brewed coffee and hit the deep well! I won’t bore you with all the years details they are well trodden pathways for some? But by the end of the first week we’d vowed abstinence and were cooking and laughing and meek! to really be contd again? fitz
Old man take your time to look in the mirror the longer you look your life becomes clearer you've done all you can to enjoy as time ran the moments you snatched from the ether for as much as it's said that time is a healer when left to its own it also can kill it depends on the circumstance planned out or left to chance if you'll become a believer does time reflect back from the glass on the wall does it force it to crack or leave no trace at all when our glance can be fleeting and time has no meaning the mirror becomes a deceiver yes it lies through its teeth when we smile at the glass for we see in reverse and what lies beneath the veneer of our lives as we struggle and strive till it cuts us through like a sharp cleaver so don't put your faith in what you see there the lopsided smile, the recalcitrant hair for we will all see you the other way round as you live through your life and your memories abound until at the last you become an old man who has time on his hands, and who at last can with a nod and a wink, raise a glass now to drink to the face in the mirror, the dreamer ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Moonday tomorrow. Enjoy!
I said Ma’am I gotta keep movin can’t stay in one place for too long how ya feelin right now? Are ya cruisin? She asked “Dan are ya askin me out”? I paused for a moment to consider what the lady was pannin about? I sure had become one mean travellin loner just used to own company and horse ‘grout’ but there was something in her voice that unhinged me was more than a simple question for sure so I turned said I can stay little longer held her close as I kicked shut the door © fitz 2022
I'm the Queen of Underground, beefing with me, Stay in your lane when I'm around. Erica is the name, I came to rip the rap game// I heat it up like fire, The day I die I want Jesus to take me Higher//
A never never day I sat in frangipani glade the dogs stretched out in midday haze the seaward breeze moved gentle leaves this never never land can freeze! the early morns now cool and sharp Gone is that humid apple tart but still the sun creeps up the sky and by midday has drooped the eye just sit it out till twilight comes and off shore breezes hum their tunes the never never freeze at night need canvas swag till bleak sunlight the welcome tinge of daylight dawns as dew hangs heavy, still not warm the 'billy' lets off steam not dew and soon cold hands have thawed anew fitz © 2022
How it shakes me to the core, ignitng in an instant my pseudo woman-fire, To discover by the way his knowing eyes hold mine that I've become the object Of another man's sex-desire!
His approach is polished perfection -- oh god, he's coming for me! yes come and get me -- I'll give you all that's mine; The confidence in his stride takes my breath completely away, and sends quaking shivers racing up and down my spine!