Game Called GOLF

Twas windy and it looked like rain
But nothing would stop them from the game

So they loaded the clubs, shut off the phones…
Headed north to a course unknown.

Rex started to cringe when the “Legend” he saw
Seemed reassured when Larry laughed & said “na”

The “Summit” was the course of the day
18 holes they scheduled to play.

After a beer and words of good cheer…
I was the cart girl that day it did appear…

They headed off…
They were going to play the game they call “GOLF”

I always wondered what thrill could there be
Chasing little white balls that sat on a T

After one or two holes I began to see…
Just the kind of thrill … might could be

It wasn’t the slice too far to the right
Or even the divots that left quite a sight

Maybe the laughter, the breath of fresh air
Or how they seemed without a care

It wasn’t long before I knew
why this game called “GOLF” so many choose

It’s a game of great skill a challenge of mind
Even at times I was sure they were blind

We wandered around out in the rough
Finding little white balls… man that was tough

Rex loved the sand he proved to us
There were times they were given to cuss

My eyes were opened on the course that day
That game called “GOLF” so many play…

All in one place you have the water… sand… the beach??

See paradise is not so far out of reach! 2001 -

Palm of your hand

Once you held my heart
in the palm of your hand…
But hanging tightly to it
wasn’t part of your plan -
You built me up you tore me down
Took what you needed left me to drown
I waited for you ,
You never returned
My body and soul forever to yearn
You paint a pretty picture
of your happiness
Closing the door …
Leaving me only to guess
I know you loved me then
You said it with your eyes…
Whispered it … only lies?
Though its like an old cliché
Adding rhyme upon rhyme
I will always love you…
Thru each passage of time GEL - 1/2010

Window into a shuttered soul...

Crossroads
it’s not so much that he didn’t love her
he did love...but he didn’t think to love
yearning swallowed up in the striving
the thriving
the living as she held down the homestead
provided...kept...nurtured...her needs swallowed up in
her children..her home...her stifled life
the postcard existence“...I swear...if I hear how lucky I am to have him
one more time...I’m gonna scream!”
She’s a beautiful woman...a good mother...a caring mother..she thinks...and writes sweet words that touch the heart...and bring tears to your eyes
and a lump in your throat...she has so much to say...and no one to hear
beautiful words that ache to roll off her lips ...to grace the ears of the man she loves...incite his lust to feed the burning hunger in her loins
but he’s away and...she’s alone“...I swear...if I hear how lucky I am to have him
one more time...I’m gonna scream!”It’s not so much that he meant to love her...at first
He was a friend...they talked...he listened...He was a confidant’...at first...a sounding board for years of feeling stifled...years of feeling unfulfilled...until their hearts touched
and raced...and their bodies touched
and raged...and her beautiful words flowed...a raging torrent of tribute to her lover......her muse...her secret...to the love...to the pounding lust they shared...to the heavens she felt free......to soar
it’s not so much that she intended to leave...the thought came around time and again
trying to find a place to take root ...in her mind...in her heart...in the midst of her duty to the life she had chosen...she was not free......to flee......nor was he...it’s hard to straddle the fence...no more than a train can ride divergent rails“...I swear...I am lucky to have him...but if they tell me that one more time...I’m gonna scream!”She’s a beautiful woman...a good wife...a caring mother...and she writes...and thinks...and writes sweet words that touch the heart...and make her cry hot tears...she has so much she cannot say...and no one to tell...the memories come around...again and again...they make her weep...and smile......wistfully. DT

Sometimes someone comes along
they have the ability to see beyond
the shutters of ones soul - -
To see beyond the twinkling in
Greeneyes...
Reading every line on ones face.... GEL

Ode to a friend

I've see that look in your eyes
no amount of wit can disquise

Your laughter does not cover
up the tears in your smile
Can't you sit... talk for awhile

Tell me all thats heavy on your mind
spare me no details....don't be kind

My shoulders are broad
my heart is an ocean
pour our your soul
hide no emotion

She torment you with daggers
her eyes are vicious
her smile is jagged

My heart cries for you
I reach as far as I can...
but letting you go its not her plan

She tosses you around...
playing you for a fool
keeping you just close enough
yet far away ... she never
loses ground...

You love her thats plain to see
her hurting you is hurtin me
so hang on tight enjoy the ride
maybe she will find again the
love she is trying to hide

gel june thirty twothousandeight