A LAST KISS

This is how it was long ago when I kissed someone I really loved for the last time.  Such a time often comes to each of us.  For does anyone get out of life alive?  Well, maybe this poem of mine will help you when the times comes and you need to kiss someone you really love for the last time.  And ah, may they kiss you back the same!

 

A LAST KISS

When you should be fading before me and nearing death,
Like a frail leaf drowning in an early morning mist,
I’ll kiss you like a poet now writing his last breath,
To lips his heart was given–no words had ever kissed!
 
I’ll kiss you like a wounded dove in desperate flight,
Lost from ever finding home or any place called love.
I’ll kiss you like a fallen angel stolen from light,
Ah, bereft of ever reaching our brethren above!
 
I’ll kiss you like an ocean does a smooth, sandy beach,
In a broken, tearful touch–enflamed!–yet soft and cool.
Not because hope and salvation are beyond all reach,
But because death is wise, and life has made me a fool!
 
I’ll kiss you like springtime, when the trees are rich and rife,
Like a memory of passion gorged and cloyed with fruit.
I’ll kiss you like a flower does the sunlight of life,
And like silence does lovely music time cannot mute!
 
I’ll kiss you like the virgin snow does the barren earth,
Like the desolate clouds would kiss a radiant sky.
Or as the cold, frozen wind can kiss a blazing hearth,
Oh, I’ll kiss you like the stars that watch a sunset die!
 
Then, when all is said and done and the moment is gone,
I’ll kiss you with a kiss that will last forevermore!
That because I love you as a graveyard does the dawn
(Just as the darkest dark begs the faintest light come in!)
I swear I’ll kiss you as you’ve never been kissed before!
(And as long as I live…you’ll never be kissed again.)

BRILLIANT DISGUISE by Bruce Springsteen‏

It was not until his album Tunnel of Love that I really discovered Bruce Springsteen and came to appreciate his gift for songwriting and singing.  More so, I’ve become convinced The Boss is easily one of America’s 10 greatest songwriters.  This song, Brilliant Disguise (from Tunnel of Love), is really a brilliant example of Springsteen’s incomparable songwriting skills.  You just have to listen closely: it’s full of subtly and metaphor and a nice twist and profound statement at the very end.  The whole album Tunnel of Love is a masterpiece, and I highly recommend it to anyone who appreciates great pop/rock music and beautiful torch songs.  As a bonus, I’ve also included his haunting song “You’re Missing,” from his equally suburb album The Rising, which was the most successful album of 2002 and the ultimate tribute to 9/11.  There were or are a lot tribute songs, but I know of no other that captures the emotional grief and loss of 9/11 as does You’re Missing.  If it doesn’t rip your heart out and lay it bare, then there’s probably no music that can.

 
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LINK TO VIDEO:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idnJnjV_8rg
 
LINK TO LYRICS:  http://lyrics.astraweb.com/display/385/bruce_springsteen..tunnel_of_love..brilliant_disguise.html
 
LINK TO MISSING (with lyrics):  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXxsJM0mPeQ&feature=related
 

Cute Pretty Poodle‏

Gotta love clever, cute humor like this fun, friendly blurb.  Enjoy!

Patrick The Poet

 

Cute Pretty Poodle‏:

Three handsome male dogs are walking down the street when they see a beautiful, enticing, female Poodle.

The three male dogs fall all over themselves in an effort to be the one to reach her first, but end up arriving in front of her at the same time.

The males are speechless before her beauty, slobbering on themselves and hoping for just a glance from her in return.

Aware of her charms and her obvious effect on the three suitors, she decides to be kind and tells them, ‘The first one who can use the words ‘liver’ and ‘cheese’ together in an imaginative, intelligent sentence can go out with me.’

The sturdy, muscular black Lab speaks up quickly and says, ‘I love liver and cheese.’

‘Oh, how childish,’ said the Poodle. ‘That shows no imagination or intelligence whatsoever.’

She turns to the tall, shiny Golden Retriever and says ‘How well can you do?’

‘Um. I HATE liver and cheese,’ blurts the Golden Retriever.

‘My, my,’ said the Poodle. ‘I guess it’s hopeless. That’s just as dumb as the Lab’s sentence.’

She then turns to the last of the three dogs and says, ‘How about you, little guy?’

The last of the three, tiny in stature but big in fame and finesse, is the Taco Bell / Chihuahua

He gives her a smile, a sly wink, turns to the Golden Retriever and the Lab and says….  

 




Liver alone. Cheese mine

THIS WEEK’S BAR QUOTES!

Some very sagacious bar quotes this week.  But then, aren’t there always?  Enjoy.  And no jumping to read the last one first!  🙂
 
Patrick The Bartending Poet
 
 
THIS WEEK’S BAR QUOTES:

His life was gentle; and the elements
So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
–William Shakespeare
 
Before God we are all equally wise – and equally foolish.
–Albert Einstein
 
A flatterer is a friend who is your inferior, or pretends to be so.
–Aristotle
 
From now on, ending a sentence with a preposition is something up
with which I will not put.
–Sir Winston Churchill
 
Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on
society.
–Mark Twain
 
The aim of life is self-development. To realize one’s nature perfectly — that
is what each of us is here for.
–Oscar Wilde
 
You must be the change you want to see in the world.
–Mahatma Gandhi
 
Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.
–Confucius
 
If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live
the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
–Henry David Thoreau
 
Colleges hate geniuses, just as convents hate saints.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
 
Contentmen makes poor men rich; discontentment makes rich men poor.
–Benjamin Franklin
 
We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.
–Sir Winston Churchill

RAINY DAY SONG

I think love is a  lot of things.  And this is why I never run out of poems to write about what it is (and is not!).  Here is one of those what-love-is poems I actually wrote on a rainy day.  So maybe it was the rain that inspired me .  Or maybe this poem is one I would have written on a sunny day too!  You can be the judge.  But most of all, I hope you enjoy the read…and never stop looking for love or immensely cherishing the love you have.

 
RAINY DAY SONG
 
Love is laughter and standing in the rain
And holding wet hands longer than a while.
Or here in the cauldron of anxious pain…
Love is having to wait to see you smile!
 
Love is the silence you leave unspoken;
The words in your eyes so fun and funny!
That though the day feels cloudy and broken,
When you smile it becomes bright and sunny!
 
Love is the rainfall that pours inside me
Each second you are near and I kiss you.
It is when life feels so sad and lonely
Whenever you are gone and I miss you!
 
Ah, love is the rain in your hair and face
And what makes the day, and rights every wrong!
It is how we feel when our souls embrace,
And what makes me write this rainy day song!
 
For this is love, my love, please believe me,
Even if the rain should turn into snow!
Or whenever each time you must leave me,
Love takes me with you…wherever you go.
 

The Mighty Indian Onestone

I didn’t write this.  But I found it funny.  So I thought everyone else deserved a good laugh for today, too!  This blurb is only slightly mature subject matter.  Only slightly.  So relax and enjoy!

Patrick The Poet

 

The Mighty Indian Onestone

There  once was an Indian who had only one testicle, and whose given name was ‘Onestone’. He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him Onestone.

After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said, ‘If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!’

The word got around and nobody called him that any more. Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said,  ‘Good morning, Onestone.’

 

He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he made love to her all day and all night.  He made love to her all the next day, and until Blue Bird died from exhaustion. 

Thus the word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do.

Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being away.  Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird’s cousin, was overjoyed when she saw Onestone. She hugged him and said, ‘Good to see you, Onestone.’ 

Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made love to her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all the next day, made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn’t die!

What is the moral of this story???
         
Oh, Come on…take a guess!
 
Think about it… (You’re going to love this!)   

 

 

And the moral of the story is…. 

 

 

YOU CAN’T KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE!!

THE SHORT AND LONG

I sometimes like to write about opposing forces and opposing ideas and opposing philosophies and so many other opposing things.  Here’s a poem about two unusual things in opposition to each other.  In terms of length and time and power and distance we find which is the more potent of all that is short and long!

THE SHORT AND LONG
 
There are two dreams most sweet and inviting
Always just behind the unveiled curtain.
Each promising passion, pleasure and joy,
As each will make you smile and make you weep!
The new is always fresh and exciting.
The old always comforting and certain.
Neither is easy to win or destroy.
Both are difficult to earn and to keep!
 
And yes, in the desert there grows a rose
As rare as an angel unseen in flight.
But beyond the new lies the great ocean
That the wise and patient would endeavor!
For I know the short and long of life knows
The journey must let day merge into night.
Oh, youth and newness are sweet emotion!
But know ye…the sea goes on forever.
 

Copyrighted (C) 2012 by Patrick P. Stafford – all rights reserved.

Three Mega-Hits By Wings‏

The Paul McCartney-led pop-rock group Wings had seven number one albums during its illustrious career and is one of the most successful groups ever.  The 1976 album Wings At The Speed of Sound is one of them, and a favorite of mine.  Here are what I consider the three best songs from that mega-hit album–each song in its own way a tome of melodic beauty and unusual lyrics and instrumentals.  Not sure which of these three songs is my absolute favorite, but I could listen to all three everyday and would be a very happy camper!  Enjoy.
 

PaTricKThEPoeT

 
 
LINK TO SILLY LOVE SONGS:  http://www.last.fm/music/Paul%2BMcCartney%2B%2526%2BWings/_/Silly+Love+Songs
 
LINK TO BEWARE MY LOVE:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LKtfP3ubaM
 
LINK TO WARM AND BEAUTIFUL:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C2z1PaF8Cs

THIS WEEK’S BAR QUOTES

I used to have a magnificent home bar where friends, colleagues, guests, and lovers of a stiff drink and music and great conversation used to attend.  It’s been a few years since last my home bar was open for business.  But one activity everyone used to engage in at my cocktail hours was what I called “Bar Quotes.”  I would provide a few and other people would provide each their own profound quotation from some famous person in history who said something worth repeating and remembering.  In the spirit of this fun activity I used to hold at my home bar I intend now to provide every Monday here on my blog a fun queue of famous quotations for everyone who visits here to read and enjoy.  They are and will be my bar quotes for this and every Monday.  If you have one you’d like to share, don’t hesitate to send it in and I’ll try to post it here.  So let’s read some great words from great minds and lofty spirits of our world!

THIS WEEK’S BAR QUOTES 

The secret of success
is to be in harmony with existence,
to be always calm…
to let each wave of life
wash us a little farther up the shore.
–Cyril Connolly

Shun idleness. It is a rust that attaches itself to the most brilliant of metals.
–Voltaire

To write what is worth publishing, to find honest people to publish it, and get sensible people to read it, are the three great difficulties in being an author.
–Charles Caleb Colton

Writing is no trouble: you just jot down ideas as they occur to you. The jotting is simplicity itself – it is the occurring which is difficult.
–Stephen Leacock

The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts. Think only on those things that are in line with your principles and can bear the light of day. The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you do is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny — it is the light that guides your way.
–Heraclitus

Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
–Henry W. Longfellow

The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is at all comprehensible.
–Albert Einstein

Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
–Mark Twain

God enters by a private door into every individual.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson

He that lives upon hope will die fasting.
–Benjamin Franklin

There are a terrible lot of lies going around the world, and the worst of it is half of them are true.
–Sir Winston Churchill

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects!
–Robert A. Heinlein, “Lazarus Long”

MY DARLING FRIEND

If it ever happens to you that someone you know you love is about to walk out of your life and maybe leave you forever, don’t let the misunderstanding ensue.  Don’t let the mistake become permanent and unresolved.  Don’t let opportunity slip out of your fingers and hands.  Don’t let pride or subbornness get the better of you.  Let contrition, forgiveness, humility be the angels of your better nature.  Just don’t let love slip away.  Do what I say to do in this poem of mine.  And damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!

 

MY DARLING FRIEND
 
I should write such words down in the sand,
And carve them in the depth of a tree.
Then call them to the stars high above,
And scream them to the waves out at sea!
 
They’re for every time I was remiss,
And everyday I forgot to say,
Ah, such words every heart needs to hear
That not even a kiss can convey!
 
But now you have journeyed far away,
And I am waiting when you’ll return,
To hear the words I had failed to speak
From which the silence can never learn.
 
Oh, how I pray for the coming morn
That I will awake and find you here.
Now saying the words I should have said
And have told the whole world everywhere!–
 
Ah, I love you, my sweet darling friend!
As the earth and the sand love the sea.
Ah, I love you more than life itself,
And as I know you’ve always loved me!
 
So come back to me, my darling friend,
And embrace this heart you know is true!
And speak these words to me from your lips…
“Ah, my darling friend, I love you too!”

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