THE SMILING DAYS ARE SOON TO COME

The Smiling Days Are Soon to Come

How sad is life, even in it's beauty

To travel all alone

How dark are days, even in sunshine

To share a smile with no one......................

For every creature, no matter how low

Should somehow find it's mate

The universe is set up that way

Call it God or Fate

Every hand has it's perfect fit

Every mouth, it's kiss

Every heart has it's nestled home

And every soul, it's bliss.

And those that find that hand to hold

And those that taste that kiss

Their hearts will know the joy of life

For life is made for this

And if you don't, what then is life?

What joy will fill your seas?

Your lips will hunger for that kiss

Your mouth will fill with pleas

I used to walk a withered earth

Soul bound to loveless death

Until I saw your shining face

And my lungs filled up with breath

I used to cry in midnight's bed

Till tears soaked every cover

I used to search the world in vain

Looking for my lover

And then the light broke through the dark

And tears dried instantly

Your hand pushed back that thorny hedge

And you reached out to me

I cannot say I'm not afraid

For I've been afraid so long

To trust another searching soul

Who tomorrow may be gone

I haven't smiled in such a while

I haven't felt sweet joy

My eyes, downcast, have met no others

For fear, not being coy

But give me time and we may find

That our hearts have found their home

For my hungry heart is telling me

That the smiling days are soon to come.

©by Voo

Oct 21, 2018

11:17 p.m.

DANGEROUS

DANGEROUS

COMING AT ME LIKE THE WIND

YOUR EYES BLOW ME AWAY LIKE STORM

BURN ME LIKE FIRE

DRENCH ME LIKE RAIN

TOUCH ME LIKE PAIN

COVER ME LIKE DARKNESS

I RUN IN CIRCLES PUPPET- LIKE

WITH WEAKENED FEET AND

HOPEFUL HEART

WAITING FOR EMBRACE AND TOUCH

OF YOUR TWO HANDS OUTSTRETCHED TO ME

APPARITION OR MAN, I DO NOT KNOW

I DO NOT KNOW NOR DO I CARE

MAD WITH LONGING, I WEEP FOR YOU

IN DUSTY ROOMS FULL OF GHOSTLY WISPS OF MUSIC

FROM PIANOS UPRIGHT AND UNTOUCHED

BY MORTAL FINGERS AND SUNLIGHT OF DAY

I ONLY KNOW I NEED YOU

AND THAT YOU ARE DANGEROUS TO ME

I ONLY KNOW THAT YOUR EYES ARE DEEP AND DARK

AND THAT, IF GIVEN THE CHANCE

I WILL FALL FOREVER IN THEIR DEPTHS

OBSESSED MAD CREATURE THAT I AM

FOREVER LOVING THE FALL

AND GIVING MYSELF

TO THE DANGER.

©BY VOO

December 2, 2005 7:00 p.m.

SO I MARRIED A PIRATE AND A PARROT

SO I MARRIED A PIRATE

                                                                AND A PARROT

                                I MARRIED ME A PIRATE

                                A BIG AND BRISTLY MAN

                                HE SAILS THE SEVEN SEAS ALL YEAR

                                AND COMES HOME WHEN HE CAN.

                                HE LIKES THE SALTY SEAS, YOU SEE

                                HE LIKES THE OCEAN'S ROAR

                                BUT ME, I LIKE IT FINE, SO FINE

                                WHEN HE WALKS OUT THE DOOR.

                                OUR OLDEST CHILD IS TWENTY-SEVEN

                                THE YOUNGEST BABE IS TWO

                                AND ALL OF THEM HAVE DARK BROWN EYES

                                AND THE PIRATE'S EYES ARE BLUE.

                                I'VE ONLY SEEN HIM SEVEN TIMES

                                IN THE DECADES I'VE BEEN HIS WIFE

                                HE'S ALWAYS OFF ON PILLAGES 

                                (HE LEADS A STRESSFUL LIFE.)

                                THE WORK IS HARD, THE PAY IS LOW

                                AND AT LAST WHEN HE SAILS IN

                               HE DOES NOT ASK WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO

                                AND I DON'T ASK WHERE HE'S BEEN.

                                THE MAN, HE ONLY HAS ONE EYE

                                AND FOR A HAND, A HOOK

                                HE LOST A LEG AND FOUND A PARROT

                                THAT HELPS HIM LIMP AND LOOK.

                                THE PARROT GOES TO BED WITH HIM

                                AND ON HIS SHOULDER SITS

                                AND IF I ASK HIM TO REMOVE THE BIRD

                                HE THROWS SOME AWFUL FITS.

                                BUT HE BRINGS ME LITTLE TRINKETS

                                FROM ALL HIS ROBBERIES

                                ONE TIME HE BROUGHT ME SOLID GOLD

                                ONE TIME HE BROUGHT ME FLEAS.

                                HE'S NOT SO MUCH TO LOOK AT

                                HE'S STAINED LIKE CHIMNEY SOOT

                                BUT FOR THE FRONT DOOR, I HAD A MAT MADE

                                THAT SAYS, PLEASE WIPE YOUR FOOT.

                                HE SEEMED TO BE REAL PLEASED WITH THAT

                                AND BEAMED BRIGHTLY LIKE A STAR 

                                BUT I WAS GLAD TO SEE HIM GO

                                AND I HOPE THAT HE'LL GO FAR.

                                MY CHILDREN ALL ARE HAPPY TO MEET HIM

                                WHEN THE PIRATE SAILS TO SHORE

                                HE NEVER NOTICES WHEN HE COMES HOME

                                THAT THERE ARE SEVEN MORE.

                                HE SAYS HE'S GOING TO SOON RETIRE

                                CAUSE HIS CREW GIVES HIM THE BLUES

                                HE SAYS HIS DREAM IS TO SAVE ENOUGH

                                TO TAKE ME ON A CRUISE.

                                BUT I'LL STAY ON THE SAND, THANK YOU

                                THOUGH HE TELLS ME I AM NUTS

                                AND I WAVE GOODBYE TO HIM AND HIS PARROT

                                (LORD, I HATE THAT PARROT'S GUTS.)

                                BRING ME SOMETHING PRETTY, I YELL

                                JUST LIKE I ALWAYS DO

                                SOME GOLD OR SILVER OR MAYBE SOME PEARLS

                               AND I'LL MAKE A NEW CHILD FOR YOU.

©BY VOO           SOMETIME IN THE RECENT PAST

WALTZING ON THE MOON

Waltzing On The Moon

Your hand around my waist, I glide

Like silver on the stars

I drink the liquid love I see

In your eyes bright and unmarred

By tragedy and life's heart storms

By tales of gloom and doom

But tears of joy are spilling there

As you dance me to the moon.

And though this night will end in day

And magic will be gone

We'll waltz on moonbeams till it comes

And spend the night in song

My love and I in love's embrace

Like royalty of old

Climbing stairways made of jewels

And pathways made of gold.

Your hand in mine, my treasure sought

A lifetime's goal in sight

All memory of sadness fades

This shining happy night

We wear our love likes crowns of sun

And hum our wordless tune

And hand in hand we dance till dawn

Still waltzing on the moon.

©by Voo

September 16, 2006

 9:44 p.m.

UNOPENED BOXES (2)

Unopened boxes

i sent to you a lovely gift

i tried to give your soul a lift

i tried to make your sad face smile

though you were far away in miles.

i talked with you for hours on end

'bout where i'm going and where i've been

i shared my heart, my soul, my dreams

but it was all for naught it seems.

i tried to make you laugh with me

i tried to make your blind eyes see

i tried to touch your wounded soul

but for my warmth you returned cold.

i cannot make dark go away

i cannot turn the night to day

i cannot sing and make you glad

for you exult in being sad.

i wanted so to make you see

that God has love for you and me

that in His plan He has a part

if you will give Him all your heart.

i laughed with you and cried with you

i told you things i knew were true

i gave you real friendship and caring and grace

but the door that was opened was slammed in my face.

so i will go and leave you there

where i first met you in your despair

my gifts were unopened, my presents untouched

my words were rejected and that hurts so much.

i will not knock on a double locked door

i will not call your name anymore

i gave you my sweetness though you did not see

and my greatest of gifts, which was.......me. which was me.

©by Voo

 Jan 31, 2004 

ll:45 p.m.