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Sometimes late at night while I’m pursuing a thought
about a story that I’ve kept corralled,
I think about you and all the love you brought.
I can think of nothing else when you’re on my mind,
So my story stays inside a fence,
and my erotic thoughts of you become something I find
beautiful, sensual, and wild.
I pursue you relentlessly throughout the night
but only within my dreams,
because you are elusive, slipping just out of sight
to a place where we are alone and eager to pursue
all the things we want to do.
Tomorrow, I’ll return to my story with new intent,
write another chapter embellished with our dreams.
All my stories begin and end with you.
My reality and my fantasy become a blend
and when I capture you I always win.
Let’s continue the chase
because I want to take you with wild abandon,
loving you totally.
Tomorrow, you can pursue me
but I won’t run.
May 15, 2017

Fame was not to be

Part one.


When I first started writing I thought this was the life I wanted to have, inspiration and love, sweat and tears, ink smeared on my face, and a shirt that looked like a writer’s shirt. My dream came true, except I also wanted to be rich and famous.

Life did not come in smooth ink strokes or placid days. It came roaring in, full of color and excitement. Friends and enemies were easily described but hard to disguise, and if I knew them well they often appeared in dreams for good or bad. I worried about that at first but as my imagination grew and my writing improved I found they were valuable as characters.

I learned with each passing day I had to keep building relationships. If I ignored my characters they got all huffy and disappeared or just watched from the wings without participating in stories about my life. The most interesting friends or enemies sometimes grew too large and dominated the action. They had to be split into two or three because on paper they seemed unreal if they took on too many roles.  Besides, I wanted to be the star of my own show.

When I wrote my three small paperback books, Devils or Angels (the collection), Wag Your Tail, and Ramon’s World: Beyond the Edge of Reality, I experimented going from poetry to prose, writing about people and animals, and enjoying giving people challenges to solve.




“Love is an Act and That’s a Fact!”

Austrian actress Katharina Strasser with Germa...

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“I’m here to audition,” I explained to the old man,

He remained sitting, he didn’t bother to stand,

“So you’re the hot shot actor,” he said with a smirk,

“Do you think you’re made for this line of work?”

“I’ve had good reviews, so I think I’m good,”

“You’re playing opposite that young singer,

Her star is on the rise,” He shook his finger,

“Before you get too content, let me vent,

And perhaps there’s a problem I can prevent,

I’ll tell you a little story that happened to me,”

He was at the casting desk;  I had to agree,

So he told me how his story came to be,

With sweeping gestures his hands flew,

Telling the story dramatically, as only he knew,

“Our two lives converged in a moment of time,

The world was our stage and we the cast,

Expected to play in a love story with passions prime,

It was meant to be ongoing for a lifetime,

But somehow my starring role was surpassed;

She was the consummate artist in her prime,

She became a new persona, with skills so vast,

In the moment I got caught up in the story line,

Believing I was hers and she was mine,

She played her role and I was outclassed,

Two lives diverged in that moment of time,

My chance at glory so quickly passed,

Her career was still on the climb,

A riveting actress with skills sublime,

Her stardom was sure to last,

In the moment I became lost in the story line,

Believing I was hers and she was mine,

In that moment I lost my heart,

I was real but she played a part,

In that one moment my world stood still,

All my dreams were fulfilled,

Now I see love as just an act,

Whimsical, not matter of fact,

And all the world is a stage,

Where love is the rage,

It’s just an act,

That’s a fact.”

With his story over he picked up a broom,

And quickly swept out of the room,

Just before a woman entered and looked around,

“I hope that old man didn’t bother you much,

He tells a crazy story about his acting and such,

He’s been the custodian here for ages and ages,

I’m not sure he even gets any wages,

He thinks he’s in love with a certain actress,

I think he was overcome with stress,

But in his case, it’s just an act,

That’s a fact.

Now don’t worry about him,

I want you to meet Kim,

In this love story she’s your co-star,

She’s good and I’m sure she’ll go far.”

Small Simple Things With Love

Small Simple Things With Love (One Poet’s Legacy)

Because I am a poet,

I am wiser than I think,

I see the world with clarity,

Able to mix fantasy with reality,

Discovering beauty wherever I look,

Or find ugliness and mayhem out my door,

I can’t ignore the world and waste my life,

I try to create order out of chaos,

And do small simple things with love,

Because I am aware of life and death,

And within the parameters of my time,

I am working on my legacy,

For a poet leaves more than leaves of grass,

For life’s deepest meaning is in relationships,

For all the experience I learned,

Loves once had, so foolish spent,

Were ground powder fine as the world turned,

But my world is much bigger than loves lost,

My fingerprints have left indelible marks,

Doing a thousand small simple things with love,

Comforting those left standing alone,

Who shed great tears of pain,

Encouraging those who lacked hope,

Lifting their spirits from the depths,

Urging those who needed words of action,

Doing something that would make someone’s life better,

Small simple things with love,

My footprints also linger on,

For I’ve walked carefully throughout life,

Stepping forward in truth and purpose,

Walking tall and unafraid to face the world,

Leaving footprints, I’m sure,

Yet unseen by me if I turn and look,

So I go trudging on,

My words heartfelt and true,

Knowing that my words are powerful,

Solving problems, gathering information,

Abstract thinking, concrete thinking,

Words that have the power of life and death,

Should be words of love and peace,

Kind words, affirming words, a chance to show mercy,

I am a poet and I share my essence,

My heart is open and in my dreams,

I leap barriers that block love’s capricious whim,

I do not want to keep love’s fire without,

It has to burn within,

I am vulnerable to the world,

And my dreams are of love and peace,

Each footprint, each fingerprint, that I leave,

Will be small simple things with love,

For I am a poet.

Swimming in the Pool of Love

Swimming In the Pool of Love
It is time for me to swim again,
And in my dreams,
Around the pool of love I walk,
I’m tired of all the small talk,
I want to enter with a big splash,
The diving board awaits,
So quick as a flash,
I take a few steps and spring,
High into the air,
A dream-like thing,
A perfect jackknife,
My fingers will touch my toes,
I haven’t done this before in my life,
But in my dream anything goes,
There are few ripples,
As the water welcomes me,
Deeper and deeper, feeling free,
I want to be totally immersed,
To the depth of somnambulism I sink,
I hold my breath,
So in love my heart stops, I think,
When in this fantasy,
The woman of my dreams I see,
A mermaid with arms wide,
Beckoning me,
She has seaweed in her hair,
But I don’t care,
She is the goddess of love,
I reach for her,
But suddenly I need air,
In my dreams reality often steps in,
Goosebumps rise upon my skin,
I surface and swim to the side,
Feeling sick inside,
In the love pool,
I’m a fool,
I continue to flail,
But constantly fail,
There is no way for love to gain,
Anything but pain,
But when I awake,
I am eager to make,
Another attempt,
For in my hand,
Is a seaweed strand,
I’m ready to change how I think,
And find the long lost link,
My unconscious is brought to the surface,
Where I can face,
Reality in a different way,
I’ll do things differently today,
I’ll not settle for something small,
I’ll get her attention if I can recall,
How to do a cannonball.