diane6446 – The Poetry Marathon

To Diane, you should have taken a chance

MY SURFER BOY

It was always the beach calling me
smell, ocean breezes and frothy wave
What happened next upon that sea
I kept close to my heart, save
the best secrets in my soul go free

When the handsome surfer brought me on his boat
I was 17; both had long flowing hair, starting to experiment
With drugs and drinking, driving and the rest,
You know what I mean if you made it through
Too many didn’t and the rest, don’t let it worry you

Surfer boy took me out to sea on a late summer day
At first we laughed and looked at each other, blue eyes
stared at my brown, and a kiss formed, sweet and soft
He grabbed and held me close, and started telling me things
the things he would like to do, and his voice changed

Surfer boy became surfer man and I was willingly trapped on his boat
Suddenly the sun dove into the waves, no moon took its place
The funny toasts we made to each other became our sweet love songs
I didn’t want to go back to the shore, please oh please, I begged, some more
and surfer man wanted me to stay, in fact he wanted me for the whole next day

I’ll never forget my surfer boy, long blonde hair with eyes so blue
Our special love story started upon my surfer boy’s boat
But life got in the way again, a young girl and young man
He had to fish for his father, you see, and I had to go back to land
We promised we would keep in touch, but so much for that plan

I often think of you, surfer boy and wonder where you’ve gone
I’m back on land and missing the sea, the shore and especially you
With long blonde hair and eyes so blue
Wonder if you would have been true
My magical surfer boy, I miss you

Retirement Rendezvous

Each morning walking
through the concrete city streets
a misty fog forms
I breathe in deeply
so the damp wet aroma
fills up my body

Same each day, walk through
the city, city becomes
a country forest
Trees proliferate
with piney fir scented paths
leading to the dock

Almost to the end
of the walk through my Eden
the silent hush breaks
into birdsong and water
rushing to the forest end
forming a clear lake

I walk further down
to my secret sandy spot
hiding a rock shelf
holding my canteen
of sweet espresso coffee
sipping and thinking

Sun sets down, bats fly
moonbeams light my way homeward
to retirement…..
DAMN fine life

Based on The Love Poems of Elizabeth Sargent

Melodramatic
extravagant, faded lover
My lost movie star

Miss you so tonight
Picture your long rock star hair
and ache to feel you

Our movie was best
blockbuster love story so
unbelievable

A seventies hit
Winning our own awards, so
scandalous, miss you

Melodramatic
extravagant, faded lover
Still dream about you

REGRET

I loved you after
I let you leave me forever,
then I missed you

The way I miss snow
in summertime heat waves
or warmth in December

The way a drunkard
needs a shot of alcohol
or hippies want peace

I miss you always
dreams become my nightmares and
reality bites hard

PLAYMATE LOVER

I’m at the crossroads of time
My life is in flux and I need to choose a path
that will satisfy both my heart and mind
All I want is love, yet I hate to be smothered

I need a playmate lover
One that will come over when I call
and laugh at my jokes or read my books
and then have a long discussion

When I’m tired I’ll kiss him on the cheek
and send him home for dinner
I’ll curl up and check my emails and play
with kitty or make witty remarks on Facebook

When I get that feeling, I’ll call him back
I’ll use him up and feel smothered again
I’ll send him home to his own bed
and I’ll curl up with kitty in mine

But then the feelings start to come
Jealousy if I think I’m not your only one
Same old conundrum that I face each day
I want a lover to stay, but also to go away

THE CAB RIDE

That night in the cab
It was dark and late
I was drunk and drab

End of the night date
left me all alone, a stab
that night in the cab

My heart bled
I felt betrayed, alone
Why had he fled?

My makeup off, hair blown
that night in the cab
I can only bemoan

My fate, my baggage
I drag it behind me, so wrong
Driver became savage

That night in the cab
A beast awakened
He did not caress, but grab

I felt abandoned
me and my mysterious ride
that night in the cab

That night in the cab
I grew up fast
and was left feeling sad

At my back door, past
curfews and sanity
Nightmare memories of the night in the cab…..

MEANDERING AT NIGHT

Every night I leave,
I fly, I fall to earth
failing to capture
that feeling in daylight
of joyful abandon and
fearless dream journeys

Every night I leave
Pulled out by angels
wanting to play
with my soul after
I kneel to pray
begging for another day

Every night I leave
praying for health
instead of wealth
Begging forgiveness
upon my bended knee
waiting to fly and see
what God desires from me

L S D

Once in 1973 sipping
not gulping my tea
I felt my death sure
as if my heart stopped

Yet I could see across
acres of flowers below
as I floated touching
butterflies and kissing bees

No fear as I feared nothing
and no one feared me
such was my trip to heaven
once in 1973

WALKING DOWN THE AVENUE

I see you and blink-
Eyes glow-my body tingles
Wish I had courage

Golden hair blue eyes
We’re opposites are-you
attracted to me?

We pass in the night
I turn and watch you walk away
Sigh-maybe another day