Teach Me To Love

 

Teach Me To Love 

I know a lot about a lot of things

And a bit about a few

But all I really want to know 

Is how to find a love that's true.

I'm very highly educated

And most definitely well read

But all I want is to get in my heart

What's always been in my head.

They say I am a pretty girl

And intelligent and fun

So why can't I with all my gifts

Find my one and only one?

I don't think that I am all that shy

Nor am I all that bold

But I'd do anything to find

True love before I'm old.

'Cause life without the song of love

Is just not life at all

There is no reason to have a voice

If no one hears you call.

I see so many couples

Walking hand in hand

Happy women smiling at

Their happy smiling man.

But love just passes by my heart

Like I'm not even there

As lovers lie and make me cry

And prove that they don't care.

I do not know what I do wrong

Or what love wants of me

There's something there that I can't hear

And something I can't see.

Maybe love wants no part of me

And maybe love I'll never find

But  if I had a teacher to teach me to love

Maybe I could make it mine.

It's worth a shot, what have I got

To lose but a broken heart?

I've got to stop this giving up

Before I even start.

I've got so much inside of me

To give to someone else

I've saved up love all of my life

But lived loveless and bereft.

I know I can make someone happy

And I would treat them right

So I'm here to sign up for your course

Can you teach me tonight?

I'll be a willing student

For you know of love's sweet charms

 And I'm here to learn how to make love come

And hold it in my arms.

I'll got a home here in my heart

For love to live and stay

And I'll gladly give it to the one

Who won't throw that love away.

©By Voo

July 7, 2019

7:14 p.m.

The Great Scheme of Things

The Great Scheme of Things

Words don't fail him but sometimes thoughts

Are suspended in his head like helium balloons

Full of ideas, hopes, wishes, prayers

They pop in out of the ethereal

Out of the indigo blue and with a certainty

That almost frightens.

The world speaks to him in quiet voices

Unknown tongues that are somehow familiar

Pleas rise up to his ears from the forests

The green grass calls his name

As though he were a friend

And the rivers pay respect.

This land he exists in, survives in, lives in

Is a precious commodity to his soul

Sometimes it's easy to forget

With all the clamoring chatter of technology

Just where you came from

Until clear reality slaps you in the face.

But in his dreams, he sees the new born mountains

Hears the eagle's cry and rushing waters

Feels the breath of morning wind

Wash his face as innocent

As his beloved baby boy

And he remembers what is real.

Education is a wonderful thing, he thinks

But what really matters

Is the freedom to think in the silence of peace

Turn off the world, turn off the phone, turn off the news

And bask in the wonder of a rainbow filled sky

To gather his family in the ark of his arms.

The world has come so far!

And has so far to go!

He wonders if he'll see it come to it's fruition

Whatever that may be.........

But in the meantime, there are plans to be made

Work to be done, bridges to build.

Friends to be met, songs to be sung

Poetry to be written and dreams to be dreamed

What really matters cannot be found within four walls

Inside a box of computer chips, cell phones, fibre optics

Virtual reality, nanotechnology, holograms and milligrams

In the great scheme of things, those things matter little.

He knows what matters

He sees it in his children's faces

The smile on the lips of his wife

The giggles, the fun, the yelp of the dog

The laughter that makes the sun

At the end of a rainy day.

Life is hard

But life

Can be beautiful

If you make it so

And he makes it so

He makes it so.

          

©By Voo

September 23, 07

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And I Sez, Baby......

 

And I Sez, Baby…………….

So I’m settin’ in ma pickup truck

Tha fancy new ‘un I picked up last Sundy

Off an unattended lot

Eatin’ a hot Mary Calendar’s Turkey Pot Pie

Fresh outta tha microwave

That I done run a long cord from to the carport

Of a house that’s dark

Cause the owners done gone to town fer a bit

And my taste buds are a lovin’ it

And I’m a lookin’ for the salt shaker

Shaped like a crowin’ rooster

When I looks over at my baby

And I sez, Baby, what say we hit tha road

And ease on down to N’awlins

And go dancin’ on Burbon Street

And git our fortunes tole?
I thank I see us a gas can a'settin' over thar
By tha shed. I betcha it's full.

Whatchoo say, Baby?

And Baby, she sez,

(Stretched out somewheres

Between tha seat and tha steering wheel

With her feet out tha window

And her long red hair almost in my pie,

She’s a swattin’ mosquitoes

And wrigglin like a crawdad in a crawdad hole)

And she sez: Now, Rascal.……

We don’t have ta go nowheres like Burbon Street

To do no dancin’

Y’know we gots a whole bottle a’ Jim Beam

Up under tha seat……..

And I kin tell ya right now whut your fortune is

And that is that, you ain’t got no fortune

Cause you done spent it all

On that stupid Mar-ee Call-an-dar Pot Pie

Back yonder at that grocery store!

And she sets up and puts her face out tha winder

And turns her back to me and sighs

And I go on and finish my store bought pie

And takes me a big drank a’ grape Kool-aid

(That we done made in a Ziplock bag)

I wipes my mouth with tha back of my hand,

Throw tha pie carton and tha spork out in tha bushes

And I taps her on tha shoulder and I sez:

Hell, Baby, what you want from me?

Don’t I provide you with a roof and a shelter?

Don’t I steal or kill enough fer us to eat on

When we’s hongry?

Don’t I love you enough fer twelve men?

Don’t I sing you to sleep ever night

And keep tha mosquitoes off ye part of tha time?

Don’t I give you back massages while you drive?

Don’t I take ya places and show ya thangs

And give ya an excitin’ life?

What more do you want from me, woman?

I mean…… Hell Far, Baby!

And she’s quiet-like fer a spell

So I go on and pull tha lectrical cord

Out the outlet and roll it up and put it away

And put tha Kool-aid in tha ice chest

With tha orange popsicles and tha cheese and baloney

(Dadgum, a man gits tired a cheese and baloney all tha time!

Sometimes he wants a good hot dinner

Like Turkey Pot Pie er somethin, for cryin’ out loud!)

I make sure no body’s lookin’ and I hightail it across tha road

And swipe that red gas can which turns out ta be full

And I put it under tha tarp with tha microwave

And tha television and various and sundry other necessities

And gits back in tha truck.

Let’s git on outta here while tha gittin’s good, I sez

And she starts tha truck and we vamoose down that dirt road

Doin’ forty mile a hour till we hit tha county line

And kin breathe a little easier…………

Finally, she slows down and turns ta me and sez:

Look, Rascal, look, lord knows I love ye and everthang

But sakes alive, man, I’m a grown woman and I have needs!

I needs me a nest and a place ta call mine and everthang

I can’t be a livin’ in no ole truck tha rest of my life!

You hear what I’m sayin?

And I nod ma head and look out tha winder

And I sez: Yeah, I hear ya, girl, I hear ya

I just don’t know whut to tell ya right now

Seeing as how I am financially humiliated at tha moment

And ain’t got no fortune as you has already pointed out ta me

Just as clear and plain as tha nose on my face,

But I promise ya, I will find a way ta work thangs out

Just as soon as I kin find a way ta work thangs out!

Meantime, let’s us just head on down ta Louisiana

And see what the Good Lord has in store fer us thar

And I will see whut me and Him can come up with. Alright?

And she sez, Alright and we head on down tha road.

She drives all night while I sleep

And then tha next day I sleep all day while she drives

And between tha two of us

We gits all tha way down into Cajun country

Where we stop and hunt craw fish and squirrel and camp out and barbecue

And have us a dandy high ole time

Dancing to Zydeco music on tha radio

And drankin’ Jim Beam and grape Kool-Aid

(But not together, lordy, no, not together!)

And I look at her a smilin’ in tha sunshine

And gettin’ tipsy on Beam

And I gits me an idea.

Tha next three days I let her sleep

While I drive

(Which I don’t like to do

Cause I ain’t got no driver’s license)

(And no permit, neither)

But I figure nobody does down in tha bayou country

Lord only knows. I don’t know

But I keeps my eyes open and my head clear

And I prays fer guidance…………….

Bright and early on Thursday mornin’

Baby wakes up cause she been real tired

From our big night on tha town

And she stretches and yawns

Like a yeller cat a wakin’ in tha sunlight

And she looks around and she looks around

And rubs her purty eyes and frowns

And she sez: Rascal, where are we?!

And I’m a standin’ there by tha side of tha bed

Just a smilin’ and a grinnin’

Happy as a hound dog with supper up a tree

And I look down at her

And I sez: Welcome home, Baby Bird

I done got you a permanent nest!!

And she’s so excited and happy

And takes off a runnin’ round tha whole house

Lookin’ into thangs and openin’ doors

And a squealin and a hollerin’ to beat all heck

Then she goes to tha kitchen

And looks at tha sink full a dirty dishes

And looks in tha closet full a ball caps and overalls

And sees Pabst Blue Ribbon beer cans

Throwed up all behind tha couch

And a autographed picture of Doug Kershaw

Up on tha wall over tha tv set

And she comes over and stands thar, hands on her hips

Lookin’ at me like she ain’t never seen me before

And she sez: Rascal, whut in tha Sam Hill have you done?!

I got you a home, Baby! I stammer out, all bumfuzzled

My lips a’ quiverin’ like a little ole baby’s

I made all yore dreams come true

Just like you asked me ta do! I done done it!

Me and you’s can settle down now

And have ourselves that big famly yur hankerin’ fer

And we can do all tha thangs you said you wanted ta do

But right now, Baby, we gots to go………

Ya'll git on back in tha bed now

And I’ll take care a everthang, you’ll see!

And I tucks her in and tells her ta hush

And I go outside and close tha door

And gits in ma truck that is hitched up to tha trailer house

And I pull us off tha shady creek bank

And out up onto tha highway a headin’ back towards Arkansas.

And that is how

I ended up a deevorced man

Wanted only by the po-lice

With no wife and no future

Just a pickup truck full a microwaves and television sets,

Ten ice chests full of Mary Calendar’s pies,
A hound dog I picked up somewheres ta keep me compny
And a fairly nice trailer house full a somebody 
Else's stuff

That I had hitched up to tha back of tha pickup

Down in Louisiana, just this side of N’awlins
'Bout six month ago in tha middle of tha night

Right after I had took my baby to Burbon Street
And let her git her fortune tole…….

Ain’t no need fer me ta tell you fellers

That that thar fortune from that ole fortune teller

With her shiny gold tooth and her big empty hand

Was not no where in my favor

No sir.

Dadgummit!!

Hell Far and Damnation!!!!

©by Voo

Dec 9, 2012

8:06 p.m.