Gently

...and they walk throughout the park, lost in the love they share.
Gently they stroll, arm in arm, as the homeless sit and stare.
"Would you love me," he then asks, "if I were to be so poor?"
Smiling slightly, she turns and whispers, "I would love you all the more."
With that, they walk out of the park, down into the streets below.
She turns her face into the air to feel the falling snow.
He hears a screech! She looks his way. They are met with a surprise.
The driver, critical. He, unscathed, and his love? Well ...she dies.

Years pass. Time moves on, but forever would he stay
within that moment when she said yes to the ring he gave to her that day.
He sits within the park and dwells on the love they had.
Alone, he ponders the will of God, of fates both good and bad.
"Would you love me," he then hears, "if I were poor like that?"
And looking up, he sees a couple walking as they chat.
With this said, he bows his head, and then he slowly rises.
He leaves the park, the park he loved. A park he now despises.

At her grave, he sees the stone and kneeling, he gently sighs.
He releases the ring from his hand and asks the Lord his whys:
"Why's life this way?" He whispers gently, looking to the skies.
"Why am I still here?" As he gently shuts his eyes.
"Why?" He gently dies ...and up in Heaven, an angel gently cries.

What Christmas means to me

Saintly bells chiming hope, an angel earns his wings,
The smiling face of Bing Crosby, the poetry he sings,
Jimmy Stewart (the Bailey boy), Clarence at his side,
A winter wonderland, a miracle, so many filled with pride,
Rudolph and his little elf, the Bumble and his beast,
Santa, friends, my mother, Frosty, a family feast,
Stockings and anticipation, Durante, a jolly soul,
A warming fire in the hearth, love that makes home whole,
Reindeer, sleigh bells, mistletoe, a kiss from my wife,
Laughter, hot cocoa, It's A Wonderful Life,
Little drummer boy, the littlest angel, the north star shining bright,
The wise men's trek, a manger, the birth upon this night,
Ornaments and garland, the sappy smell of pine,
Ribbons and bows and children, the hand of God divine,
Once a year, peace on Earth, faith, good will toward men,
Ho ho ho, a prayer of thanks, here it comes again.

Christmas from the heart

So, I'm looking out on Christmas Eve ...and all I see is sand.
I miss my family so very much but I'm fighting for freedom in a foreign land.
At home, I bet there's enough snow that I could go sledding with my son.
Or build that carrot-nosed man with my daughter. Yeah, that would be fun.
But I have to be all the way over here ...and there's still work to be done.

So I'll say a prayer for my God to hear, straight from my lips to the Lord's ear.
We're doing what we can, seeing this through to finish what we start.
Please give my family a Merry Christmas ...and send it from my heart.

The children here don't get presents and it's not that Santa missed.
And yes, it's sad these times are bad but no kids are on the naughty list.
I know my kids have been good for their mother and I'm sorry that we're apart.
So send them a Merry Christmas for me ...and make it from the heart.

When the call comes in, I almost cry.
"Merry Christmas! We love you." ...brings a tear to my eye.
Thousands of miles away and yet everyone rejoices.
We long to hear the sound of our loved ones' voices.
They'll miss me this season but they understand.
We want peace on earth and good will toward man.
To make the world a better place, we all must do our part.

Merry Christmas, soldiers. Come home soon. We love you ...from the heart.

The Night Scene

No stars are out tonight.
They must be hiding in your eyes.
-Or in mine, for with them I find
you make my spirits rise.
I float in a sea of elation,
adrift in beauty true.
Lost in the frost of sensation,
swimming in the blue of you.
Cool and dreamy to the touch,
enveloping and tingling my skin
but the thoughts are steamy and become so much,
I feel fever from within.
The thought of kissing moistened lips,
the thought of a love to hold.
The start of a heart- beating in clips,
quickening from beauty so bold!
A beauty that shines within your eyes,
down deep into your soul,
like stars that play beside the moon
that make the night scene whole.
So, I see the reason the stars tonight
are absent and hide in your eyes
because the truer blue of your beauty
belongs within the skies.

Vermilion

Once, it was beauty.
Now, it's just "hot".
Once, we were masters of all we survey!
Now, what have you got?
Passion is "obsessive compulsive".
Morality, merely a guide.
The glory of a summer sunset
comes down to mercuric sulfide.
Once, it was the face that launched a thousand ships!
Now, adult content and a thousand clicks.
Once, what we would have given to kiss those lips!
Now, we "got game" and a bag full of tricks.
Respect has become a four-letter word
and ethics will never make you a star.
This vast excess of accessible knowledge!
Still, we do not know where to go to mine the cinnabar.
...or what it is... ...or of what I speak.
How can a nation so strong- demanding what is right from wrong!
- come across as so feable and weak?
Yet, it is the meak that speaks out we are toxic,
no matter what form the compound may take.
The message is clear- we need but to hear
- it is the mind of the listener that is opaque.
Take me back to vermillion days!
To the china red sunset of antiquity!
Cast me far from these heathen ways,
far from thes stalkers of promiscuity.
Allow me to bask in the final rays
of an orangish-red day's lament.
For once, we owned our destinies!
Now, we hardly make the rent.