Yes you can read my poems / hear what I’ve got to say,

about tomorrow / and yesterday / and today.

No doubt your ganna read yourself between the lines.

Well baby! to a degree that’s fine!

Ganna project yourself / ganna project your own woes.

I really don’t know what to say, but …. “O!”

O! if this is what you need,

using my poems to fill some kind of need; well that’s fine!

Maybe you need a different picture,

like taking a particular kind of verbal elixir.

Well I can’t stop you; there’s nothing wrong with ‘new directions.’

Nothing wrong with letting my words ‘sink in’ to affect ya.

After all! I simply wrote what I thought was correct and good.

God willing this is how it will be received, knock on wood!

And so I hope you see what ever you want to see.

maybe you’ll see ‘me,’ maybe ‘thee,’ maybe ‘we,’ maybe just something to ‘help you be.’

That’s good enough reward for any poet.

So here you go here’s a poem.

How about this one about an old man!?

You know him! It’s the guy down the road called uncle Sam.’

In this one there are a few thoughts about “love”and affection.”

O and this one should get you in a mood for deep reflection.

And here are some of my views on the good lord above.

No! you don’t have to think the same as I, I’d be satisfied if you simply thought of ‘love.’

And here’s a funny one with not much at all deep to say.

And here’s one with me being confused and in dismay.

And here baby, here’s one specifically and especially for you.

although the words are very few; I think you’d like this one.

So there you go, here’s my poems,

take them! I’m pleased you want to read them.

You do ‘me!’ the honor.

After all; I surely didn’t just write them for myself.

Maybe even you can see I’m really at times looking for a little help.

It’s hard to say why we say the things that we do,

sometimes making things better or worse, between the ‘me’ and ‘you.’

Making statements about anything that exist between the ground and the sky so blue.

Getting somehow awkwardly closer to what we call “the truth.”

But that’s poetry baby! That’s communication!

It’s all in a, ‘word thing,’ complication.

So I’ve written a few poems

and when you’ve got time,

-if that’s fine with you;