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.

WOULD THAT I KNEW

Would That I Knew

Would that I knew
Where to look

In this world

For love

For love has kept it's shining face

Far from the embrace of my eyes

Far from the circle of my arms

Far from the warm hearth of my heart

My pillow holds no head but mine

Catches no tears but mine

Witnesses no dreams but mine

And rarely sees them come true.

There was a time when hope was young

And innocence had not been tarnished

I felt love calling my name in halls of light

And running just ahead of me in fields of flowers.

But that was then, when days were new

And nights were magic and full of promise

Nights when love twirled in velvet cloaks

And beckoned me with eyes of bliss.

I cannot find it now

The magic......

Nor the candlelight glows in joyless nights

The touch of satin on hungry skin

The fountain of love has gone to dust

And the stars have all gone dark

Is this the destiny of broken hearts?

This shattered vase that holds no rose?

This empty room unkissed by sun?

This poemlessness that knows no prose?

What I would give to get it back

Even only to lose it yet again

For loss loses meaning without a gain

Like days lack definition without the night.

Walking through this life with empty heart

Is worse than death

Is worse than war

Is worse than prison.

Would that I knew where to look

In this world

For love..........

For I would run on broken glass

Through snow and rain

And hurricane

To the place where it waits

And calls my name

For I would fly on feet of fire
Down darkened alleys and fields of fools

Holding out these empty arms

To welcome it home here in my heart.

©by Voo

November 3, 2010

12:27 a.m.

REMEMBER THE KISSING PLACE

"Remember the Kissing Place"

Somewhere out west of here......

Close to the river back in the woods

Out of sight but not impossible to find

There is a place that holds memories

That will never be erased by time or death.

You and I were the best of friends.......

Had been so long, I don't remember meeting you

We had been through a lot together

Life, death, relationships

The crazy ups and downs of everyday living.

But suddenly one day we were both free

At the same time, for the first time

And we went for a ride to celebrate that freedom

And to let out some decades old pent up angst.

Wasn't it peach wine coolers we were downing?

I don't remember

I just remember one of us was driving

And both of us were buzzing.

The car stereo was turned up high enough

To hear on Mars

And we were singing along and getting stares

From passersby who shook their heads.

We drove and drove until the sun began to fall

(We got lost in all honesty) but we didn't care

Pulling that souped up yellow Monte Carlo off the highway

We found a doorway in the trees and we flew in.

The tape in the deck was The Native Americans

(Because we were half native, half american)

And because it was the perfect soundtrack

For the way that we were feeling.

We sang and we laughed and we drowned

In that sicky sweet peach stuff until it ran out

And we opened the car doors to get some air

And put the seats back as far as they would go.

Robbie Robertson was singing that song we loved

"I gave my love a golden feather, I gave my love a heart of stone"

And before I knew it, you had pulled me into your arms

And kissed me like no man had ever kissed me before.

Three hours later, we were still kissing

We couldn't stop

It was like somebody had declared a contest

And we were the only contestants.

In the growing darkness, we pulled back

And looked at one another, questioning fate

We're insane, I said and you nodded

And your eyes burned into me like the sun.

Finally, we decided we had better leave

Because we didn't know where we were

(Plus, it was getting late and a state trooper

Had pulled in and given us the evil eye.)

We were silent on the way home

Holding hands and revelling in that unfamiliar tingle

I'm sure people noticed the glow on our faces

When they saw us but nobody knew why we glowed.

For two years we were more than friends

And you filled my life with more laughter 

Than one human being should be allowed

Marathon kisses and guitar solos and songs.

Drinking champagne in candlelight

We danced sometimes for eight hours straight

Sometimes we didn't say a word

Just held each other while the music filled the room.

"Do you remember the Kissing Place?" I asked one day

And you knew exactly where I meant

And we drove there and we found it and we kissed,

Took photographs and preserved them in our hearts.

But..........................

I don't know what happened

One day I didn't want to kiss you anymore

Though your kisses were still filled with passion and fire

And you still looked at me with eyes full of romance.

Maybe it was because I had met someone

That I thought was Mr. Right

Someone I could trust and love and give myself to

Wrong! (He was the devil in disguise.)

I knew you could not understand

And that your gentle heart was puzzled

I didn't know how to tell you goodbye

So I just stopped talking.

And I ran away with the devil in disguise

Who left me discarded by the roadside of love

Who shattered me more than I had ever been shattered

And undid all of the healing you'd done.

I guess it's true what they say:

You only love those that don't love you

You only want what you know is wrong

You only need what you think you don't have.

I wonder tonight if you're wondering 'bout me

I wonder if you're happy and if you ever came to terms

With the terrible thing I did, the unexplainable thing I did

And if you ever drive out to the place by the river.

I could never go there with anyone else.......

It's been ten years now and I've tried to erase the memories

Erase you and me and the best day of my life

But tonight, it all came back and I had to write this down

Maybe it will help me to forgive myself and someday I may ask you again:

            "Do you remember the Kissing Place?"

©by Voo

Aug 21, 17

Golden Feather by Robbie Robertson