Monday, September 2, 2013

The Friendship Ring

Reflections on a Lost Love;

A simple silver heart; a simple band of gold
Given to some one, from another passing by
 A token gift of old

Life speeds up and then it drags along
Until all at once It suddenly speeds on by
 And than It is gone

Always meaning to right all our wrong’s
But, yet forgotten
Forgetting the words to every song

While looking through my belongings just the other day
I found a simple little faded note
With some little things attached to it
They dangled

With several strips of transparent tape
Two penny’s, a little silver cross
And what looked to be a gumball ring
They clung there
So intensely 

As I begun to read aloud this note
Signed with good luck and love
Your Gennie

I began to sob so uncontrollably
I had to put it down and wipe my tears away
But, yet somehow it always ended up in front of me
This happened for several days

I knew this note O’ so well
For early on in our relationship
It meant more to me, then I could ever tell
More to me then you will ever know

I had all but forgotten It
Until I verbalized those first few lines
 "Your words, not mine"

Then as a hot and glowing poker
From the fire
I was withdrawn

The steam finally vented from me
 Why did these things you wrote to me
Have no more place in thee?
Why am I a memory to you?
And why are you, but a dream too me? 

You expressed yourself so cleverly way back when
And then

Now why all of this mystery?

But, yet worse then this
 Is the silence in your eyes and
The words that will not speak
No, not one wink

The wheat penny, that is worth more than a single cent;  you were…
You are worth more then gold to me; even much more than platinum, you truly are!

The other penny a  little stamping of JFK right behind the President
You said: “I would always have some one standing right beside of me”
But, yet I stand alone and still

The little silver cross
You were wanting to share your God with me, but He was already mine too
Life did get so hard so fast when your mother past
You know I lost mine too
But, the you that was was already gone
I went through this all alone; It nearly took my life, that night!
And now that gumball ring

Your friendship ring some one special gave it to you
 But, it was not I

You said:
 “No one else has ever had it
and that it belonged with me
That I was your best-est friend!”
And yet
You will not make up with me

Whatever happened
That it became so hard for you
 To talk to me
For that matter
For I to talk to you
What is a matter with us?
You know how many times I have been walked upon
And kicked around
And I known about your hurts
Did you think
 I no longer had the capacity to forgive
Was it you?

Dear friend, dear wife or X- wife: I am forced to say
You have a funny way of showing your eternal love

To me in this way

So I will bother to send this little note, back your way
Love your best X- friend, your X- lover, and your X- husband

Sincerely signed Mr. Xed

Sinbad the Sailor Man

The Love Doctor

Love at First Sight;

Chocolate candy, wine, and Brandy
Fire light, candles lit, have a little sip
This girl is really fine
 I met her at the grocery store

On my way up from off of the floor

I was there picking up, wine and chocolate candies
That’s were I so ungracefully, picked up my girlfriend’s, daughter

Exchanged some looks this cashier and I
I don’t  disbelieve in love at first sight, anymore

Something did spark
It must have been a lark
But then
I took my girlfriend’s daughter home

Soon after
I got a call on upon the telephone

I told my girlfriend that 
I had lost my wallet… or did I ?

Just so
You know 
That I am not a Cad
A good Lad

My girlfriend is just a friend
Her daughter is only three

Brandy she
Now longs to be
With me

You See
I was sent to the store
To get the wine

For my girlfriend was 
Called into the hospital
She is an E.R. Doctor

I think my Doctor friend
Has set me up!

God bless, you
My Love Doctor

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Breakfast Sandwiches

Reflections of Why Friends and Business Don’t Mix!

Breakfast sandwiches made with speed and agility
Buttered toast and hot coffee
We used to sell them well, and then our business went to hell
You gave your girlfriend our money,  to open her new place
And then you
Left town to play some pool
Hey! Dude that wasn’t cool
Left me alone to play the fool

Oh how she smiled when you left that day
She knew exactly what she was going to do
Stay out all night drinking
Left me at Our Place thinking
Will she show up this time?
Will she be on time?

Hell no, was Our Place’s fate
There will be no breakfast, lunch, or dinner
On anyone’s plate!
Naturally that was all this old cook could take
Good God man, for Heaven’s sake

The place was just taking off, it could have been great
I went back to doing the same old thing
 I did it with some pain
And then
You came to me singing that old nurse me rhyme

“I can’t take it anymore
I am through this time
Help me out of this mess I am in
I need a place, let me in”

I said: come on in
Sit right down
Your frown it turned upside down
You weren’t there even a week 
When my undoing she started to seek
She had a friend of sorts
Who happened to manage my trailer court

There came a knocking at my front door
The trailer court had misgivings
About where you now were living

Like the dumb schmuck I am
I stuck up for you
Once again
Then things got so heated
That I did not think, I could beat it

You said; I’ll be there for you
Then just like before
Out the door you went!

Now, you act shocked and amazed
When I say
Step back Jack
Get off my porch!

I may have been slow to catch on
But, hey buddy
This time you’re gone!

Go back to your booze guzzling
And don’t you dare 
Come back around!

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Honesty Weights and Measures

Reflections about True Weights and Measures 

This is the land that is desired;  where dreams are built upon
It’s sweet non-judgmental treasure, most due believe in It

From and for those who will give it or retrieve it
It can not be depleted
Such a measure; when one does receive It

A just an equaling rain, when given
Without a single bit of pain
To be fair; just because, evenly weighted

Taking no more then that which is offered
Returning the overture
And receiving a smile all the while

Being lifted and feeling that justice is being served
Without a word Honesty she waits and 
It measures
Every single one of us
Right down to our very core

Right down to the last molecule, It measures 
Spirits, and than she tests the essence of your very soul
That is where Honesty waits and It measures

A bullet-proof vest, a sword of defining grace
The balance of the scales; she is blind and pure
She has no respect of men; for who they are, or their places

Is there such a scale ? Does She truly exist ?
Is it in the hearts of men ?

A little work, a little pay
Where for then, do we treasure ?
Weights of silver, copper, and of gold

Is not then; the scales tipped ?
Are not segments born ?
With divisions there torn
Lies, and/ or alibi-es


Replace the “just scale” It leans to one side

But, never fear let everyone hear
Honesty waits and She Measures

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

The Fire Men’s Ball

Reflections of a Lover’s First Dance

A little black dress
A Getty school girl smile
And her tall and handsome man
No denial

A double date
No steak
A half of a chicken
But, it is not eaten
But, taken home to her brother
Not to her mother

Because it was the cheapest thing
On this menu
What else is on this Venus’s venue?
Oh dear! He must not have known
She is a Vegetarian
No bones!
At the dance he is all about her
He places his hand on her ass
Her heart, with fear it flutters
Oops! Back to the hip, it must of slipped

Cradled there in his arms
She can plainly see his charm
The strength within these arms
Within them she is far from harm

Her head lain upon his chest
She hears the beats of blue; as they
Slip away; for this heart, it beats to true

No tears here, no fears here
She feels the warmth of it
This ones heart, it is different

She dances to this new beat
With her heart she listens to it
This time she is not backing down nor away
She silently moves this hand back down
And holds it there too stay

As they continue too sway
This hand is where it belongs
He smiles, a new smile
A slow look up shyly
She smiles for the first time in a long while

Beaming through out the maze
Longing, for only the others gaze
Life oh how it does amaze
The hands of a new man as they graze

Through out the hymn
She presses in
And she tries to pass through
Into him

To meld with this man’s heart and soul
This one, is it truly him?
He is, so true and new, unspoiled
To her a body warm and unsoiled

Strong arms support and carry her
Never again to tremble or too fear
Away from every hurt and every tear
A dream come true just for her she fears

She is being trapped this she knows
But, yet she feels so free
She knows he is the prince they speak of
Certainly this she can plainly see

And she feels so
Undeserving but, loved
Lucky for the first time in ages
As does his love for her, it rages

Sinbad the Sailor Man


A Fathers Day Poem

Today they say; that, I… that, I
Was never around much and such
My heart it slowly sinks down, down
Into what is left of these dear hearts
I knew better and yet still
I did feel that they were right

They were just and to young
To remember, my babies, our lives
So tender and so tendered they were
Forget about, my new budget of time
And I would have to say they were right

If only I could bend this weary mind of mine, If only
They can’t recall within them, all of the time I spent
The millions of hugs and kisses exchanged
This bankers only Heaven I can not rearrange
Notes; not one of them, was even seven yet

The dancing done in our halls
The shopping in the malls
Nights spent up, when they were ill
Their refusals to swallow the whole pill
Not to mention the mixing of formulas
A chemist I became and a garbage man too
I had become, the mountains of smelly diapers
And I the family’s Major General of bottom wipers

They forget how they had fallen for me, fast and asleep
And when that their dad was cool, sweet, and neat
The bread winner then the full course, a bum today
Divorced; oh how the times, they do sway my little sheep
In these their daddy’s arms, they would all fall, to weep
When mommy said no or a simple frustration instead did creep

Their bumps and bruises mended and all kissed; and now
I receive the cuts without band-aides, and with no amends
But, even so and though they… they are all puffed up
They all still play; within my mind, each and every day
As I remember them, their buggered noses, booger-ed up

And those wiggling toes my little Rag-a-Muffins they’ll stay
Puffed up today by what they were told, to believe
By one wounded soul or another; both did, but bled
But yet, I’ll blame their mother or any other deceived
For time has sold them, all three, and even me
This fruit has fallen far from its tree

But always and forever more
I will seek these memories sore 
For sown into these memoirs of mine they soar
Kay, Kay is only nine months old, he is the youngest one
And my Curly Top who refused to stop until she’d drop
She is only eighteen months and still a little dream
Daddy’s little man is only five years young and on the run
Jake is his name he was always the first one to go to sleep
The big brother and aide to his mother
 I wouldn’t have desired any other

He so loved his baby brother and sister way back then
As time tore away, at sweeping and weeping sores
Daddy became a bore and a chore, so little time was spent
His children no longer sent, until one day
In no time at all, did not any one of them come to call

The quiet years brought many tears
Where is God in this, their old man mutter
And yet not one word of Pray did he ever utter
Until one day the fear raged and tears, they flew
On failing knees bent he, and recalled the Muffins sent
The stolen little ones whose time brought such joy
One daughter and two true blue boys

There bed time stories and prays replayed
Daddy’s Rag-a-Muffins never once forgot
To mention him there in their prays
On their bended knees they’d pray
While down on the ground was he
He whispers a little prayer, that they’d all pray

God bless mommy and daddy and we three
The Old man began to state his  final plea
Lord I am a fool, a hard headed man and dreaded
Please change this old soul this Ole soul of mine
Bless your son and me too, for I am so blue
A sinner undone I must be one of yours, who was lost
I now make your son my boss
Oh my Lord I will mind
Chase me around your house no longer
And let us sing and dance with praise
Return me to all, to whom I am lost this day
In Jesus name I pray;… Amen

As the man stands and gets to his feet
There came a small tapping at the silent door
He could not believe his ears was this his door?
The tapping brought a rush of tears and fears
Quickly he proceeded to the door
When opened it, he did a crowd rushed in

Three Rag-A-Muffins per each set
His muffins have all come home in sets
And not a single one of them, was there alone
All soundly married with three Rag-a-Muffins of their own
They came to wish there, their old man a happy Fathers Day
His fifty-sixth, and his best one yet!

 A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man