Ode To A Tomato

There it is so round and firm, with just a hint of earth

A season's early entry, with seductive plumpness girth

The color red in different shades, surrounds it's outer wall

And one cannot evade nor still, a delicate siren's call

The cut to reveal the inner glory, is done in tender slice

The juice and seeds within, reveal flavor's design to entice

O Jersey tomato of world renown, your time no more to see

NOT POSSIBLE say the Jerseyites, this simply cannot be

Jersey fame has come and gone, the pain not soon to pass

Face it, the Pamela tomato has whupped your sorry ass

More on dreaming

Oh stay with me a while, the night is long
Such beauty you bring will soon be gone
I am left to what other my mind views
A life of age begets it's cues

More dreams flow in and bring some pain
The beauty of the dream will not remain
It drifts away now as if made of sand
To be replaced by angst from another land

A land of sorrow, regrets and ill thought
And escape from it is more than sought
Dreams that endure may be good or bad
Choose them I do though at times are sad

For whatever they bring be it joy or pain
In some strange way I stand to gain
A new life opens up each night I dream
And I come to know what is is I deem

A Year Gone By

Stay a while the voice said to me
I answered back too great the fee
But then I heard sweet opera's song
And reveled in beauty for which I long

Linger a while longer the voice said to me
But why said I with not much to see
Then beautiful child entered my thought
And brought such joy never to be bought

And still the face of the lady sublime
With voice so rare and not one to mime
Remains with me still and fills my heart
With pleasure and joy I cannot part

The voice speaks... not to despair
But I say that I am beyond repair
The advancing years have taken their toll
And constant pain inhabits body and soul

The gait goes astray the balance is off
Fingers swollen and sore, sound gone soft
So why go on with this to increase
When darkness calls to render peace

Peace may be but no thoughts to abide
To know of this peace comes not with the tide
So is it really there this peace that I seek
Life in the present offers nary a peek

The nights grow long and cold settles in
Time to think of what might have been
All dreams of love that have gone astray
And things undone to stay that way

Haunting

The years gone by and my pain persists
Thoughts of goals undone will not desist
All things passed by to haunt me still
Sorrow brought on against my will
Am I condemned to stay with thought
Of all those things which I should have sought
The times were there and thoughts were drawn
But ambitions not met and let out to pawn