Oh, how I love this movie!!!
One of the hottest love scenes of all time!!!!
Aye Yi Yi!!!!
Aye Yi Yi!!!!
I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Sunday, September 6, 2020
Being Home
Being Home
I miss the sweetness of the day
The twilights and the dawns per se
The rain that fell on old tin roofs
And the pounding of my horse's hoofs
The country side so green and fair
The hills in winter, the County Fair
The Spring in May, the flowers so wild
The joy in just being a child
I miss the dinners on family tables
The love that made us all feel able
To face the world so cold and mean
The beauty in life that can't be seen
The cows in the meadow, the fish in the creek
The hay in the hay fields fresh smelling and sweet
The rabbits that ran when we ran through those fields
The way we were then when our young lives felt real
But most of all, I miss the love
I miss the wonder of skies above
I miss the way I longed for life
And never knew then of the oncoming strife
I miss my mom and I miss my dad
And all the good times we all had
My brothers and sisters and the farm of my youth
Working the earth and knowing the truth
For the truth now escapes me
As my life slips away
And the twilights have taken
All my sunrises away
How I miss those sweet days
And the joy I have known
How I miss feeling loved
How I miss being Home.
©by Voo
October 31, 2004
2:15 a.m.
Special People
Special People
The world is full of special people
Living all apart
Afraid to meet one another's eyes
Or let them in their hearts.
Special people walking past
Other special people daily
Living life somber and sad
When they could be living gaily.
Eating dinner all alone
Lonely breakfast, lonely lunch
Letting love just pass them by
Without a single hunch.
Dreaming dreams day after day
And lonely hours of night
Never dreaming that they could come true
Or that things could come out right.
Special people with special gifts
To share but afraid to share
Praying to God to send them love
But never seeing it there.
For we all have our ideals of love
And we can't compromise
To accept a different kind of love
Or bless it with our eyes.
So lonely people live and die
Alone with bitter pride
While love is knocking at our doors
Begging to come inside.
©by Voo
December 26, 2004
10:46 p.m.
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