To Meredith

Are you?  

Are you?

Are you still  beautiful?

I bet you are.  

This post is dedicated to my dear sweet cousin, Meredith.  I first bonded with her when she was 7 years old and as cute as all outdoors.  She is beautiful now, a real Major League Babe -- or at least a Major League Babe-In-Training (look at her Mom to see where she is going).  Unfortunately, I can’t see that anymore.

Meredith is turning 15

She must be really blossoming

I bet she’s a real beauty queen

She grabs my heart, and I do sing:  

Obe-la-dee, obe-la-dye

Life goes on, sigh

Tho its passin’ me by

As I look back on a memory

Ah, I think of twinkle toe shoes

Hope you got ‘em under your tree

Obe-la-dee, obe-la-doees

Obe-la-dee, obe-la-dye

Life goes on, sigh

Tho its passin’ me by

  

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I wonder if I still can

Stand tall in my mama’s heart

I wonder if I still can

Stand tall in my daddy’s eye

I wonder if I still can

Greet a tassel head with “Boo Boo”

I wonder if I still can

Fly high like a bird in the sky

I wonder if I still can

Make friends like there is no end

I wonder if I still can

Remember better days

I wonder if I

I wonder

I

A Poem For Pat

And a nod to Bob Seger:  

Just take those old records off the shelf

I sit and listen to ‘em by myself

I turn ABBA up real loud

I’m part of the dancin’ crowd

In my mind, we go ‘round and ‘round

Lights flash to the beat of the sound

There is no pausing in between

Look at me, I’m the dancin’ queen!

Don't Let It Be

The days roll on by, and darkness is all I can see

And I’m searching for an answer for me

I feel the warmth of a light shining down on me

Shine onto tomorrow, don’t let it be

Oh, yeah, don’t give up

Don’t stop believin’

Don’t ever give up

Hold on, hold on to that feelin’

Don’t go gently into that good night

Don’t give up, ah, don’t ever give up

Instead of saying “goodbye” to sight

Slap tomorrow in the face, chin up

Don’t give up, ah, don’t ever give up

Don’t let it be, don’t let it be

Hey, Paul McCartney, Jim Valvano, Journey and Robert Frost -- that’s a good days work!  :p

Those Bricks Of NC State

I had a fella Wolfpacker challenged me to write a poem ’bout the red brick sidewalks of NC State -- this is what I got so far: 

Cutting across the Court of Carolina
The red brick sidewalks of NC State
Pass beneath my feet, my friend
Reminds me of a better time
When the days seemed to never end
And the future was all mine

Big Boobs

Some of my friends feel that they have been, uh, challenged in the boob department.  I wrote this for them (and fans of AC/DC will recognize the inspiration)....

You got big boobs, your boobs are always bouncing to the left to the right

For those of us who like to watch, it is an amazing sight

You got big boobs, your boobs never sag, your boobs never fall

And everybody says you got the biggest boobs of all

When you strip off your school girl uniform

Your boobs will pop out

Your cups runneth over, straining your bra

Makes me want to shout :

You got big boobs, your boobs are so firm, your boobs are perky

And everybody says you got the finest boobs to see

You got big boobs, I got big boobs, we all got big boobs

This is my heaven, my heaven of big boobs!

Seriously, the size of your boobs is not important -- what is important is who they are attached to… and that they are available for a lil’ fun!  ;)

Ode To Bella

Please Don’t Cry, Live And Let Die!

Please

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry for me

Girl, I love you so, I want you

To dry your eyes, wipe away your tears

Please

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry for me

Girl, lets try to find, find a way

To roll back, ah, roll back those years

There is a girl who’s been on my mind, all the time

She is no fella, ah-h, her name is Bella

My mood is not always sour

I do laugh as well as cry

It’s not always my darkest hour

But sometimes --

You gotta say live and let die!