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.

DANCING LIKE DELILAH

Dancing like Delilah

Dancing like Delilah danced
In robes of silken red
As she swirled to charm the secrets
Out of Samson's head.

Singing like a nightingale
In a quiet Parisian square
Songs to trap the wildest heart
And mesmerize me there.

Smiling like the Mona Lisa
Mysterious, nonchalant
Enticing me with cool indifference
While all your beauties flaunt.

Running down those silver streets
With rain about you falling
Turning to look back at me
With sweet entreaties calling.

Why must you taunt my gentle heart
And play your wicked games?
You, who hold my gifts of love
And will not speak my name.

I am a poor man, rest assured
Not rich by any means
I do not dare to touch the stars
Or live in lofty dreams.

But you, my love, you are my dream
I crave and want you so
And though you sway beyond my reach
I will not let you go.

Beguile me, yes, seduce me, yes!
In your darkness I will dance
Sing to me and charming be
But give my heart a chance.

For lost was I that fateful night
In moon's glow, my eyes fell
Upon your form and fairest face
And my life was plunged to hell.

A swirling dervish in female form
Your eyes, come-hither bold
I felt your fire on that garden path
Consume away my cold.

A madman you have made of me
A thing of teasing's tool
Though I am known for wit and wisdom
Of me, love's made a fool.

All of my secrets I would tell
If you, my love, would ask
I'd climb the highest heights for you
Perform the lowest task.

But you stand there with parted lips
And rip my soul in two
Turn your back and softly laugh
"I have no need of you."

     

 











Still Lost by Tom McRae
inspired the write....


©by Voo
Aug 12, 07

UNFINISHED the written and spoken word versions

Unfinished

When I, in lonely silent waves

Of sound, surround myself with you

Your face imprinted on my mind,

Your eyes like candles, shining

I hold you there with terror'd fingers

Reaching through dark rain filled clouds

To find the sun of suns.

Upon the night wind in my soul,

You fly to me like driven angels 

Breathing my name in and out

A mantra without end

So far away, the sight of you

Yet near enough to taste

I reach for you, I yearn for you, my hungry heart to hold.

If I could dream, I'd dream you here

Within my empty arms

Your love, a fountain I'd pour out

Upon my barren fields

And I, in turn, like unborn flowers

Would bloom for you forever

Instead, I wither needlessly like a crushed rose on the road.

I met you on a friendless sea

When there was naught before us

But sand and sky and unvoiced hope

And furtive fevered sighs

And then we turned and walked beyond

Where trembling hands might touch

Looking back and looking back and walking ever on.

There is a song my soul would write

And you, it's sweet refrain

Relentless in it's melody

And tears to my eyes, bring

If God should bring you towards me now

I'd run on broken glass

And never turn and never turn but keep my eyes on you.

This void, this chasm, in me now

With each day, wider grows

I can't be whole, I know that now

Because I saw your face

It may never be that you find me

And that sun may never rise

And my life will end, an unfinished song, because I don't have you.

© by Voo

April 16, 20011

1:24 a.m.

                                           my video of me reading this poem
                                                       UNFINISHED