collab
Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Sunday, November 1, 2020
Tired of Playing The Game
Thursday, October 29, 2020
Yep, Sounds About Right
Voo's cow poem
Tuesday, October 27, 2020
Sunday, October 25, 2020
Saturday, October 24, 2020
But We Don't Say Goodbye
Friday, October 23, 2020
Sweet Baby
"Sweet Baby"
"You want to be my sweet baby?"
You asked shyly
And I hung my head
And nodded
Because I was shy, too
And that was how it started,
How it began
With me and you
Slowly and shyly
And oh, so sweetly.
When I feel sad or down
I think of that day
When you called me "Sweet baby"
For the first time
And I always smile.
For I had waited for ever
For someone to notice me
And talk to me
And learn how sweet I could be.
For someone to walk with me
And hold my hand
And look into my eyes
Like they could see into my soul.
But everyone just passed me by
Like I was invisible
And never said a word
And every day I just got lonelier
And lonelier.
Till I saw you
Standing there alone yourself
Looking like you didn't have nothing
And nobody
And no where to go.
And I waited and waited
And I prayed and prayed
That you would look my way
But you never did
So I took matters into my own hands.
I marched right over
To where you were leaning against the store
And I went right up to you
Like I had good sense
And I said, "Hello."
And you jumped out of your skin
And said, "Who, me?"
And I said, "I don't see nobody else here."
And you stood there very quietly
For about five very long minutes.
"I'm sorry." you finally said
"But I've been watching you every day
Since I moved to this town
And I thought you were the prettiest girl
I had ever seen in my life!"
"I can't believe you're speaking to me
Or that you even knew I was alive
So I guess it scared me too death
When you came over and said hello
'Cause I was just standing here dreaming."
And that is how I learned that boys
Are strange but then so are girls
For we have no idea that anyone feels
The way we do or dreams the dreams we do
Because we are too afraid to ask.
And we became inseparable
From that day to this
And we walked and we talked
And we learned all about one another
And found out how much we were alike.
Then one day you had to go out of town
For the summer
And you didn't want to go and I didn't want you to
And we stood there at the bus station
With tears in our eyes like big ole babies.
That's when you called me your sweet baby
And I told you I would wait for you
And write you every day if you wanted me to
And that I would miss you with all my heart
And you gave me that necklace with the heart on it.
That was the longest three months of my life
And I know it was hard for you too
But sometimes it's good to be apart
Because then you learn just how much
You love somebody.
My mama teased me all summer
And asked me why I was moping around
"Over that lil ole boy"
And telling me I needed to take off that necklace
At least when I took a bath.
But I wouldn't do it and I wouldn't let go of it
I held onto it with all my soul
And I was holding onto it when you came back home
But what I didn't know was that you had left a boy
And you stepped off that old bus, a man.
"How's my sweet baby?" you called
And pulled me into your arms
Like somebody drowning holds onto a life raft
And I hung my head and said, "I'm fine"
"Just fine."
Then in a renewed burst of courage I grabbed you
And gave you the biggest kiss that anybody had ever
Gotten in the history of kissing
And the gawkers and shoppers let out shocked gasps
But I didn't care and I kissed you again.
And I turned around
And my mama was standing there by the car
And I thought she was gonna kill me
Or ground me for a hundred years
But she had the most amazed expression on her face
And to my ever lasting surprise she just looked at me
And she said, "You go, girl."
©by Voo
Jan 16, 2019
3:49 a.m.
As The Night Writes Us It's Song
Thursday, October 15, 2020
All The Things You Are ....a song or a poem or both
All The Things You Are
Candlelight in the window
The soft fall of silver rain
The low moan in the distance
Of a lone outgoing train.
A rose that's wet with dew drops
A bird that's on the wing
The cooing of little babies
Lullabies their mothers sing.
There's a sweetness to the morning
There's a passion to the night
There's a softness in your kisses
There's a grip your love holds tight.
There's so many lovely, lovely things
In this world, I tell you true
But none can compare to you standing there
And the beauty I see in you.
You're the rainbow in a fresh washed sky
The smell of grass, new mown
You're the wine that's made from priceless grapes
And the harvest from love's seed, sown.
When I look at you, I hold my breath
All my eyes can do is stare
Locked onto yours so deep and warm
Forever falling there.
There's a richness to your laughter
There's a fire in your touch
There's a royalty to your face and form
Both of which I love so much.
No mortal description is good enough
No adjective can describe
Your loving heart that can't be bought
By any bill or bribe.
I hear music when I'm near you
For you glow as though a star
I'm drowned in romance and surrounded by love
And all the beautiful things you are........
You are
All the beautiful things you are.
by Mark Broussard
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Looking
by John Trudell