PLAYING PIRATES AND HUNTING BEARS

Playing Pirates and Hunting Bears

Me and my buddy

We like to hunt bears

We like to hunt bears really bad.

We meet up and pray

That the bears come our way

And on days that they don't, we get sad.

Me and my buddy

We like to play pirates

We  like to play pirates so tough.

We dress up with hooks

Give each other mean looks,

And walk gang planks made of pillows and stuff.

Me and my buddy

We just love to run

We just love to run in the yard.

We run through the mud

Cause it feels so good

And my buddy and me run real hard.

Me and my buddy

We're really good friends

We're really good friends all the day.

We're pirates, we share

And we hunt gummy bears

Till my buddy's mom takes him away.

©by Voo

June 15, 2011

8:34 p.m.

THE DEATH OF DISTANCES poem written to me by my friend Larry

The Death of Distances

From the tawdry chase of mountaintop tease;
Through the windy halls of poetic song;

The death of distances without reprieve

Makes my fractured soul penitently long

For the briefest rumor of star dance brush

Across these eyes forlorn and angel blind;

And the shadowed silk of heavenly touch

To ease this tormented knights grieving mind.

And now, on this hallowed ground, tall I stand;

In the breast of Poseidon; here I vow;

As distances die into sunful sand

I sway this lucid dream of evening bough;

My sullen memories now washed away

When on this wind-gilded, wildflowered day 

My heart, pierced magnificently, flew

Into the moon-laden drift of sweet, sweet Voo

(Attribution already clearly denoted…)

by Larry Kuechlin

Copyrighted

BEAUTY FOR MY EYES

Beauty For My Eyes

I found something I had never lost But searched for all my life I found some peace there in the pieces In the art work of the knife. That had ripped my soul to tiny shreds And left the scene of crime To find other victims of this fate And to blur my face with time. I found something I had never lost Because I never owned it I never knew a love that was true (Or at least, I've never known it.) For lies have been my daily bread And tears have been my feast I've begged for beauty for my eyes And only seen the beast. The cold hard truth is: love is cruel And pain it's only measure No scales have weighed an ounce of joy No real artist painted pleasure. But now I've found a canvas fresh A palette full and new And colors spring from my paint brush For I found myself in you. Now I can paint a rainbow Now I can sketch a dove And the loneliness that haunted my every footstep Has been banished by your love. I found something I had never lost I found it in your eyes I found the book of love and truth And tore out all the lies. The knife that ripped me is thrown away The teardrops all but ceased And joy immeasurable has filled me up Beauty's killed the beast.

words only ©by Voo

Nov 16, 2004
12:30 a.m.