MAN WITH A HAT

Man With A Hat

Hat on heart, he stands there looking lonely

Gazing into my eyes and through them past my soul

Toward some unknown inferno

Blazing quietly in a distant void

Now his forehead creases and his eyebrow lifts

And he smiles a tiny smile which makes me squirm, 

Not knowing if it is for me or for the girl

From yesterday who still lives in his mind

Man with a hat, simple, yet debonair, wistful as a child

And deep as Rodin's Thinker

Always he will live on my living room wall

In the gold gilded frame over the ancient piano

Looking at me with his melancholy face

And the hat that another woman gave him

But always knowing, both of us

That it was my camera and my love

That took the picture.

©by Voo

To Leonard

  I'm Your Man

 by the late great Leonard Cohen

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

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