A Thought

There is one thought that I will not write,

No matter what is said nor with the might.

Some thoughts are meant within to hold,

And not to be written, spoken or be told.

Private thoughts are hopelessly held inside,

With no reason to find a place to hide.

No eyes or ears to expose this thought,

No fear of being seen and surely not caught.

Held in the mind where no one can see,

Stored away from the ones that might be.

Safe from ridicule, jealousy and scorn,

From those that carry the feelings of a thorn.

Lock up those thoughts that cause frowns,

Keep the key to self so not to be down.

Sometimes feelings are not equally shared,

Only making them a subject to compare.

As much as the feeling is reviewed inside,

A negative word will destroy all pride.

The haunts of rejection would follow on,

Until all life has ceased, nothing left but bone.

Caution must be paramount for all to come,

To avoid the perils produced by more than one.

A life that is exposed for another to share.

Should seriously consider if the other one care.

Can this be known without words of the thought,

Does this make It impossible to be sought.

Life can turn cruel without fair warning,

So keep it hidden and avoid the mourning.

The sky is blue and the birds are singing,

Let thoughts stay inside and the bells keep ringing.

~~bart gaskie

The Sound of Color

Is it a shade of gray or green or red,

That rang a bell or filled your head.

Yellow has a sound that is soothing,

Or does it bring your mind to snoozing.

Blue sings the wind blowing snow,

White is that snow that dances for show.

Colors have voices that tell a story of life,

That cut through the noise like a sharp knife.

Trees sound of green as the leaves that shade,

The sky in blue shows us what God has made.

Listen for the sounds that the colors make,

Once you can hear those sounds you will shake.

Look at lake and listen for the blue and green,

Your mind will see the water with a sheen.

Orange sounds fresh as a glass of juice,

While brown sounds of cola to make you loose.

Brown is also the sound a Tootsie Roll makes,

When it is chewed by a kid, for heavens sake.

The color black has sounds of a lonely night,

Filling your mind with shivers of fright.

Each color has many sounds for you to hear,

So listen closely, there is nothing to fear.

`~~bart Gaskie

This Day

The sky was blue, a beautiful sight,

The sun gave warmth, all a light.

Birds were singing their joyous tune,

Rain may come but not very soon.

This day was the best so I can’t understand,

Why the smiles inside were not at hand.

There was no fever or a malady of a kind,

So why was this feeling flooding my mind.

The thought of conversation with friends,

Were ideas that moved to the far end.

Seeing others while in this state of now,

Was not a good idea and I was feeling how.

I felt very melancholy but I don’t know why,

It seemed all I could do was sit quietly and cry.

The music that once made me smile and sing,

Brought tears of sadness,no other thing.

Whatever was causing this gloomy day,

I wanted it to stop and just go away.

No one could help remove the way it was,

Nor replace the gray with color that buzzed.

It was hopeless to think of a way smile,

While sobbing inside all the while.

The day turned to night and the sadness went on,

And still I continued to hope gloom was be gone.

I turned in that night with a prayer of relief,

That the help I needed would be in belief.

Morning broke and the birds did sing as before,

But now the smiles of joy filled my heart galore.

I found the feelings as sad as they might be,

Are only in the mind and nothing that I can see.

Never to dwell in this lowly state of mind,

Will I find any peace to quench this kind.

I rest my mind until the thoughts subside,

And find the smiles that I keep inside.

~~bart gaskie

My Life

I once had a woman with so much love it filled my heart,

Our life was grand then we had a child and it fell apart.

Oh it isn’t the fault of that dear sweet child,

She had a heart of gold and a voice so mild.

I worked so hard night and day to provide the best,

Doing all that I could do to feather the nest.

We did fight and it was mostly my fault,that was my song,

The nights were forever until we could get along.

The harder I tried, the worse it became,

I was wrong and I had no shame.

Our parents viewed us with mixed emotion,

Which put too much pressure on our devotion.

We kept up the efforts to keep it together,

The odds were against us but that didn’t matter.

We butted heads more times than I can remember,

Lasting from January all the way through December.

Our precious girl had to listen to what was said,

All would have been happier if we went to bed.

I was always true and I know she was to me,

There were some thoughts but they never came to be.

We were civil to each other in the following years,

Even though the first were full of tears.

Downs were ups and ups were downs,

It was difficult to make the day without a frown.

Many years have passed since this love was shorn,

And life has continued though mighty worn.

The love that was there was never fully quenched,

My daughter makes me smile with her special wrench.

Life has floated by like a plane with a jet engine,

Flying through the years unlike a gray pigeon.

I have changed so much or at least I hope it’s like that,

Life’s lessons have piled up and now I’m just fat.

The wrongs, I am too ashamed to admit,

The good that is left I pray to commit.

I pray to make things right the best that I can,

Before life completely passes by and I’m put in a can.

~~bart gaskie

Calm

The ability to stay calm throughout a normal day,

Is leaving my demeanor and floating away.

Moods are swinging like ride in the park,

And in my head it is making quite a mark.

I keep to myself not wanting to offend,

So not to cause others to go off in a bend.

I occupy my time with thoughts seem deep,

And not utter a word not even a peep.

I am alone but by myself as the hours pass by,

So one might think that I am telling a lie.

I talk to myself and times might argue a bit,

But it is me against me just having a fit.

Tasks that I once was able to do with ease,

Now bring anger I’m not a person to please.

What once brought pleasure and fun in life,

Is simply a thorn in my side, full of strife.

Still I push forward praying for relief,

Knowing that the reality is in the belief.

That what is now will not become better,

Only increase in strength and I will become bitter.

Crowds are not my friend, noises enrage,

Time is approaching for me to turn the page.

Meanwhile I will become a recluse,

And not cause everyone any abuse.

The holidays bring oneness and tears,

With memories of what was in the past years.

One holiday at a time will pass on by,

And I will sit here trying not to cry.

~~bart gaskie i

What Should I See

I look around to what I have been given,

I see that every little bit is a gift from heaven.

Three beautiful daughters who make the world turn,

Bring life to my aging heart for what else could I yearn.

A roof over my head and food on the table,

And to do the things that I need and that I am able.

Wake up in the morning to hear the birds sing,

Watch the flowers grow while I look forward to spring.

To smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen,

Life can be grand what else can enrichen.

I can talk to a friend about nothing of meaning,

As we laugh at the nonsense and sit there beaming.

Life may be short and rough at times,

But it is better to have two nickels than one thin dime.

~~bart gaskie

On And On

The road was high and life goes on,

Little by little the road is gone.

The path get shorter or the end comes nearer,

Whatever the reason it soon becomes clearer.

The bumps and the holes are disappearing,

As the road spirals down as time is clearing.

The next rest stop may be no more,

So take the time to see what’s in store.

Enjoy these miles and the road that is,

The smoothest ride He ever gives.

The mirror is not a place to live or dwell,

Look ahead, buckle up and ride the swells.

~~bart gaskie

Alright

I want to smile every day but I’m not alright,

Things move too fast it keeps me uptight.

The noise from the crowd’s joy of life,

Fills my senses, my whole being with strife,

It is not an envy of what others may do,

That makes my mind fall through the sluice.

It is the cells that are found within my mind,

The roar of the chatter makes sense hard to find.

It isn’t their fault that my life is hard,

And it isn’t my fault I can’t play in the yard.

Be kind if you will if you find me in a low,

Please give me a smile and a warm hello.

That will do more good than you could think,

Kinda like the old days at the roller rink.

I know the mask will at times hit the floor,

Sending my spirits right out of the door.

So wave and smile at the very least,

And the good days will never cease.

~~bart gaskie

Touched

I just heard a song that touched my heart,

And I feel that this is only a start.

It speaks the words of emotional love,

The kind that is carried by the doves.

The need of a strong feeling and bond,

A love that doesn’t need a magic wand.

Hold on to the one that means the most,

A person that can stand from coast to coast.

The love of life that wakes up the day,

And shows you the perfect way.

Through the trials that block your path,

Knows the the truth without the math.

Wake up the morning with a smile that glows,

With what is thought and what she knows.

The doubts diminish before they appear,

So life can grow as I hold her near.

I pray this is not one of my dreams,

That have plagued the emotional beams.

The life I see is one with beauty and love,

As we fly through life on a white dove.

~~bart gaskie

Mind’s Eye

My mind’s eye can see the best in you,

No matter what you say or what you do.

It can turn the skies that are gray with anger,

Change their demeanor and remove the danger.

The eye can see through the curtains of deception,

And bring to light the truth of redemption.

No one can hide behind who they say they are,

Causing the mask to melt and show the scars.

Sing their own songs of make believe glory,

Only to turn the pages of their very own story.

Even after years of fake words and trickery,

The knowledge of your lies is found as victory.

You only fooled the ones that believed in you,

Shattering your credibility in the acts and clues.

When morning brings the glorious light of day,

It is so obvious of your low, malicious ways.

Today is the start of a life of true devotion,

That will fill me with an abundance of emotion.

Alone as I might be for the years ahead of me,

My mind’s eye has displayed the life I must see.

So with this information gleaned from misfortune,

I will follow the light that this special eye has hewn.

~~bart gaskie

Not alone

You’re not alone even when it seems so,

Someone is watching everywhere you go.

The things you do and what you say,

Paint a picture of you in every way.

The smile you have with dimples aglow,

Shines through the darkness, it doesn’t show.

Don’t choose one it will likely be wrong,

Wait for the one that is singing your song.

There is a fog that obscures your view,

So be careful with who you think is true.

Night or day the person will not change,

See the people like cattle on the range.

The one that is right isn’t one to just impress,

Not relying on the proper dress.

As age manifests the thoughts of the future,

It is difficult to understand what is nature.

The chase should be towards your soul,

Let the runner find you must be the goal.

There is no rush there is plenty of time,

So take it slowly the clock will chime.

~~bart gaskie

The Balcony

The balcony is a magical place,

Where I can sit and stare into space.

And see the miracles that are all around,

Some in the sky others are earth bound.

The sounds ring out maybe real maybe not,

But still bring a smile when that’s all I’ve got.

The beauty of life is in all directions,

Some to touch, others are only reflections.

Yet real or not they bring a warmth inside,

Where my lonely heart and soul abides.

Not only the sounds but the aromas of life,

Surrounds my emptiness and slays the strife.

The cool breeze at the morning’s light,

Calms the mind with strength and might.

It is a happy place that is ful of joy,

Where pleasing thoughts replace the toys.

The visions of the balcony sights and sounds,

Are here for all to receive to remove the downs.

So take a moment and find your place,

But don’t look for silver and lace.

It is empty of material desires,

It is here to quench the fires.

~~bart gaskie

Through the years

Through the years, mainly those most current,

That I wasn’t as old as the numbers warrant.

I could do the things that were simple to achieve,

Were now requiring more effort than I perceived.

An easy chore such as cleaning a spot in the rug,

Meant an added amount of strength, I needed a tug.

Now, getting to the spot was easy as can be,

But standing afterward was a sight to see.

Stumbling through several trials that left me flat,

I knew that the time was here that I am old and fat.

This was the waking call that my life has changed,

And others soon followed all within range.

A dropped pen was easily retrieved back then,

But now cause me to wonder if I will need it again.

Walking seems okay at least if I don’t hurry,

Then things move too fast I fall topsy turvy.

I can manage if the distance to travel is short,

And the furniture is spaced for surfing of sort.

The fall isn’t all that bad it’s like a soar,

That is until the eventual hitting the floor.

Mobility is not all that supports my conclusion,

As things I see add to my total confusion.

Numbers and letters now slow me down,

When using either one I have a great big frown.

Numbers will fade while others appear from the air,

Letters can become useless and that isn’t fair.

Put them together on the page of a book,

Then I get this fog, I just can’t look.

I don’t drive anymore as I once enjoyed,

The skills needed for this are no longer employed.

So now can stay in for the other’s protection,

And not be concerned about natural selection.

~~bart gaskie

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Nothing

You have nothing to say,

Though your words cloud the day.

Listen is not in your book,

You still have that look.

The truth is beyond your understanding,

Like trying to dock where there is no landing.

The road of reality has too high of a toll,

Yet you blast through as a bull on a roll.

You follow anyone you think is right,

Though the truth continues to fight.

The lines of morals are blurred to the end,

But you can see it clearly and so defend.

You say you have no bias in todays life,

So why do answer the question with a knife.

This not meant to discolor your reality,

Just paint a view displayed before finality.

The mirror reflects what you refuse to see,

With hopes that the scene is with a plea.

Paint your picture the way you wish,

Savor the soup that fills your dish.

Live in your world but stay there alone,

Leave others here without casting a stone.

~~bart gaskie

A Life Waiting

Is there more to life than waiting to die,

Sitting alone trying not to cry.

See the morning as just another day,

With repetitive noises with nothing to say.

Pass the time however you can,

Sitting on the porch under a fan.

Counting the cars though few here,

Thinking maybe it is someone dear.

The sun goes down and the thoughts flow,

Weighing the ideas to which should know.

Racing from here to there with nowhere to go,

Exhausted from the speed with nothing to show.

Trying to sleep though sleep passed the day,

Anxiously hoping that it is on its way.

Morning will come as it did many times before,

Waiting to see who will come to the door.

The doorbell is silent just like it has been,

The sounds are quiet here in the den.

The noises of silence roars in the ears,

As thinking of the days enjoying the peers.

So what is the purpose when age rushes in,

To pass the days of days here with a painted grin.

Look for a change before reality falls,

And search for a life within the walls.

~~bart gaskie

It Was - Maybe Is

What once was will never be again,

The days now are not as they have been.

As much as one may try and try,

Revival of yesterday will come up dry.

Start with today and reset the counter,

See what shows up don’t be a doubter.

Open the door of spontaneous thoughts,

Dwell in that portal with receptors caught.

Load the trap that will catch the data,

Cling to the prizes caught pro rata.

Build as you may to reach new heights,

Create the beauty found in the sights.

It can be an idea that is unproven,

That will grow as the ideas keep moving.

With the thoughts that have been said,

The first of those should be put to bed.

Never say never to intelligence in action,

The results may surprise even the fraction.

So follow your ideas making more than a dream,

Show the world it doesn’t require a scheme.

~~bart gaskie

Falling

The falls were once of little concern,

Not enough to make the brain churn.

But that was then and this is now,

And the brain will churn like wow.

Of course there is warning, little warning,

The kind that you can feel in the morning.

The carpet has a different look up close,

When the light goes from black to toast.

As the sense of it all slowly comes around,

There just isn’t much to see on the ground.

The bumps in the night are now it seems,

Are my bones meeting the rug in teams.

Now the getting up which once was a snap,

Is a chore of all chores, was that my knee cap.

Why complain when the many years before,

Let me roam the country side and not on the floor.

Well I will need to get used to the changes new,

For this is how it will be in the future without a clue.

This night is better than the ones in the past,

So enjoy the days ahead and make them last.

~~bart gaskie

When it feels near

When it feels near,

And you find no reason to fear.

When the world seems to slow,

And no one else will know.

When sleep fills the day,

And no one is to say.

When the now is so important to you,

And inside there is nothing but blue.

Who is there if there is no one to turn to,

And every thing is just one hue.

When the sky and grass are only gray to see,

The flowers and leaves are the same to me.

When the air is not enough to breathe,

There must be more near the sea.

When darkness falls at the end of day,

The thought of being will go its way.

The morning sun with a cool breeze,

Is all it takes for me to please.

Worry not of what might be,

Live in the now and wait and see.

~~bart gaskie

Hurricane??

Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead,

When it gets dark I will just go to bed.

I scroll through the pages, to find the most,

To see where it will fall, what part of the coast.

Also I need to determine whether I stay or go,

But I can recall, remember the Alamo.

I check the radar to see the direction,

As I hope it all fades away, that’s my reflection.

Custer had a plan, though not the best,

So I will follow suit and sit back and rest.

How bad can it be asked about Katrina,

We can circle the wagons and form an arena.

Now this guy Harvey made a big scene back then,

Why should I run, but the question is when.

The TV has a lot about sharks and how they curl,

Much more than what is being said about Beryl.

So unless something happens like falling a tree,

I will simply cover my head so I can’t see.

~~bart gaskie

How Sad

How sad, that is the movies of today,

They confuse the facts in so many ways.

Even the colors are changed to set the mood,

While some slinky model shows up nude.

Now I’m no prude and very far from it,

But their truth will dumb me down to my last wit.

Calm down some have said to me,

It’s only make believe, you see.

Make believe is the Jetson’s flying in the sky,

In a plane that folds into a suitcase, that’s why.

Make believe a wolf chasing three pigs that hide within,

Yelling I will huff and puff and blow your house in.

Yes I can see that movies are made to entertain,

But am I to believe that a street chase is with a train.

Clowns in the woods created to make a scare,

Tarnishes the name of many clowns, now is that fair.

~~bart gaskie

How

How do you walk when everyone can see,

Do you hide the stumbles and continue with glee.

How do you talk when all ears are focused on you,

Do you speak low so no one has a clue.

Hands will shake maybe spill your drink,

You are at a table what do the others think.

The restaurant is packed and the mind is shaking,

How do you stay composed and not seem faking.

The crowd is loud now your ears are ringing,

The voices around might as well be singing.

You have found loud noises make the BP rise,

And the greater the confusion the larger the prize.

Day after day the story will never end,

You want to stay away so no need to fend.

Okay you have found a safe place to be,

A place where you are all alone so no one can see.

What will you do more than talk to the walls.

Maybe venture outside that box and stroll the halls.

Hobbies are good for what ails one,

But is next after that one is done.

Confusion now dominates every waken hour,

To be able to clear the mind seems a super power.

Try as you might the feelings do not get better,

The cheeks swell and only get wetter.

Prayers upon prayers fill the days of thought,

Not to give up but know that you have fought.

~~bart gaskie

Differences daily

Today is different and yesterday too,

What once was green is now blue.

The way the normals change their shape,

Leads down a winding path of no escape.

Pains are now the plains of the country side,

Bringing close the mountains impossible to ride.

Once upright now lays flat along the roads,

Changing what was into many different modes.

The things seen as to be expected have shifted,

Into a world where the stationary has now drifted.

Joys of the morning light used to smile upon us,

Now the darkness of night has become the must.

As the candle of hope burns away the calm,

The noise inside roars the destruction of a bomb.

What was easy to stand upright and smile,

Falls aside without warning hitting the hard tile.

The smiling face that covered the grief inside,

Is too heavy to hold up losing all pride.

The days are failing the hope of tomorrow’s bliss,

Being covered by the blanket of what will be missed.

The end of the days and the nights that might come,

Brings a glimmer of hope that the pain will end.

~~bart gaskie

Follow Me

He said follow me but it is much too dark,

All light is absorbed even a spark.

I hear take my hand I know the way,

It is too dark to see I fear what may.

I stumble towards the voice hand outreaching,

Asking for help please beseeching.

I plead for some light for only a glimpse,

Of what lies ahead without suspense.

The way is ahead step by step go slow,

Find all the pieces and you will know.

Search with your soul not with your eye,

Light is not needed or my hand to fly.

All of these words resound my being,

Still I keep reaching for the hand not seeing.

Questions I keep asking but no answer,

My soul tells me to follow the master.

I feel one day the light will shine,

And all of the answers will be mine.

~~bart gaskie

The Same Memories

The same memories again and again,

When will it ever end.

First in the morning and the last at bed,

The same words repeated as it was said.

The pictures that reverberate in my brain,

So many they are like drops of rain.

Pictures bouncing sounds ricocheting,

Questions asking, what’s the saying.

Pounding pressure the sound of drums,

When all is quiet there is still a hum.

I know the face or how it was before,

As I watch as the gracious souls do soar.

The waters fall sometimes a gush,

I want to know what is the rush.

Time is too short all can see,

Just to know it’s more than me.

Tomorrow is when the day has passed,

The air is clear not like the last.

Stay inside is the best, or as I think,

Others say the days will go in a blink.

Confusion fills the crannies and nooks,

Black and white as seen in books.

Now the memories consume my dreams,

I’ll never get away it can be seen.

What does all of this mean,

Read it again until the light can be seen.

The room is too great when outside,

Noises rage as bugles in a strong tide.

Too bright too dim too loud too still,

I fight to stand and strengthen my will.

I ask myself if morning will be the time,

That the right words will end this rhyme…

~~bart gaskie

Too much too long

It has been too much too long,

Now is time for the soothing song.

With light that consumes all that ails,

And forgets all that has failed.

This is the day that could change it all,

With heads held high not with a fall.

Walking over the trials that did not succeed,

Yet fill the soul with all it needs.

What that is in the hand is not the way,

That will only direct to stay.

Reach past that can be held,

Collect the words that can meld.

The neighbor might be a friend or foe,

Capable of joy or woe.

Approach with care the hand held forth,

Look deeply in the eyes that bore of course.

Find the meaning that tomorrow should bring,

Listen closely for the soothing songs that sing.

The hopes that have waned through these times,

Not to confuse with the loud chimes.

Soft and slow the words will flow,

Hear these words and not the show.

Peer intently into their source,

Give way only to the power of their force.

The time has come and yet I wait,

For the only one that can open the gate.

~~bart gaskie

Some Memories

Some of my memories are incomplete,

The start and the finish never meet.

Stories may start and tell a tale,

As do the winds pushing a sail.

The void that follows what captures me,

Only leaves my thoughts out to sea.

The emptiness of what i should know,

Just fills the air of frigid snow.

The warmth of the memories stay outside,

To remind me of the loss that was my pride.

Without the story as it was first told,

Puts my soul out in the cold.

I know the time will come when it is gone,

Taking the light in which it had shone.

Hints from the ones that shared the times,

Are hard to find even the rhymes.

As I try to piece together of what was,

The darkness of the day results in a fuzz.

I hope one day the memories will joy,

And fill me with laughter as my first toy.

~~bart gaskie

Good morning

The sun rises so slowly bringing light to the day ahead,

Morning shakes your shoulder, time to get out of bed.

The coffee pot seems an eternity away from where I sit,

Curtains are still drawn my eyes are open just a little bit.

Only with caution do I stand to face the new day,

A cup of the dark brew before I have anything to say.

There are so many things that I need to accomplish today,

But my mind is still so foggy, how can I find the way.

I am sitting on the edge of the bed, easy to lie back down,

If I could see my face right I know I would see a frown.

Maybe if I can just find that wonderful cup of brew,

The day will self start, I really have no clue.

I know my slippers are around here somewhere,

Without them I know my little toe will find a chair.

Carefully stumble to find the light switch,

As I moan and groan, reach and twist to scratch that itch.

Moving around is getting much too complicated already,

By this afternoon all of this effort will seem very petty.

How can I think of afternoon while standing in a dark room,

I must get to the coffee pot and get rid of this gloom.

Another hurdle has jumped into my path of day,

I forgot to load the coffee maker, what can I say?

~~bart gaskie

Before

What ever happened to the days before,

And the people who joined us at the shore?

For events that were simple and unconstructed,

That brought good times not conducted.

The sun and the sand were friends with trees,

And lakes were cousins with the seas.

Roads were dirt with some hard paved,

But the narrow paths were memories saved.

A trip to town was a big adventure for sure,

All packed in the car how did we endure?

Our friends were honest in words and actions,

Dependable in games and money transactions.

There were pals both girls and boys,

That played in the sand lots and shared their toys.

Friends would battle to protect their pals,

Boys would put up a fight and so the gals.

Now most of this can still be found,

Just not a thickly spread around.

To find these joys of the days before,

Is a time capsule with life in store.

~~bart gaskie

The Same but Different

This hour is the same as the one before,

As this day will be just like tomorrow, for sure.

The routine that we have fought for so long,

Is now accepted as our favorite song.

Not to complain about what has passed,

For indeed the time did let us last.

The morning coffee has started so many days,

and the newspaper did guide us along the way.

Progress did pass us as the years went by,

Leaving a cloud of dust and a mellow sigh.

Still take this as a successful voyage ahead,

Even though we now spend more time in bed.

Think of all the stress that is now behind us,

Replaced by calm seas and blue skies and no fuss.

We can sit back and fall into deep depression,

But rather find new ways to bait a hook for fishing.

This is not a state of affairs that one can fall into,

It takes some time and willingness for this to do.

So stay alert and watch the changes in the world,

Mold our days from straight and narrow into curls.

~~bart gaskie

Is This About You?

Is this story written about you,

Are the words about what you do.

Can the memories I try to describe,

Bring back thoughts or maybe a vibe.

Or could it be about the kiss under a full moon,

Is it when an evening out lasted until noon.

Remember that burger at our favorite spot,

And the ride with the top down when is was too hot.

I did the Leave it to Beaver walk on the curb downtown,

You didn’t laugh you just gave me a big frown.

A high school event to watch the kids play,

The lime slush that became an adult drink you say.

The trip to the beach we watched our girls play,

One of the best times, a wonderful day.

How about the time you burned your calf,

To this day it is still a good laugh.

Downtown Granbury and the walk around the square,

The visit to the old jail was quite a lot to bear.

What is a wine slush we had to find out,

It was pretty good and we did have our doubts.

I can see the night that we met near the old steeple,

And as we were outside, someone yelled I love old people.

The meal you prepared you wanted it to be just right,

But the oven had other ideas that weren’t a delight.

So many memories are bouncing in my head,

The joys that we shared some cannot be said.

You made my life great as I hope I made yours,

For what we shared beat any seven day tour.

Maybe these things didn’t happen at all,

Just my imagination after a terrible fall.

~~bart gaskie

What would have been

Where would the path of life had taken me,

Had the one of many years ago could see.

Would the dark days have turned to light,

And the cold times warmed with her might.

Would the music she created with the keys,

Brought harmony that could only please.

Going back in time isn’t a reality for anyone,

Only through the memories of what was done.

If I could have another chance gone past sixty years,

To touch her, hear her, see her, and explain my fears.

To tell her how much my family opened their arms,

To welcome her beauty and all of her charms.

Mom told me I must be my best for her,

And please her every wish as her feelings stir.

There is no way to know just how things would be,

But one thing that is for sure, she would make me see.

Many scenarios have filled my thoughts since then,

Bringing laughter and tears not knowing when.

My life has been fair but fair is not good enough,

When I think of what might have been and not so rough.

I think of the times that she would come to my job,

Express her thoughts that would make me sob.

Several things happened both by me and by her,

Who knows what exactly what placed that final burr.

If I could have another chance to make things right,

I would race to her side hurriedly take flight.

Where she is now is a mystery to me,

Only a glimpse of her smile I would give anything to see.

~~bart gaskie

Spin

When the headaches come the world will spin,

Sure it will stop, but who knows when.

Many names have been placed on this hurt,

And when enduring, the worst will blurt.

It has a life that can ruin the day,

Sometimes longer most will say.

With head under the pillow and blankets cover,

Turn out the lights, close the door, silence forever.

This day will pass or so it is said,

But it is best to simply stay in bed.

The birds are singing like heavy metal,

So strong and loud that makes one mental.

Even under the covers the light shines through,

There is no darkness no matter what you do.

That wonderful steak that is on the grill,

Is now like the mash old from a still.

Cars passing by must be in a nascar race,

Rumbling the room like a mechanic’s place.

Even the sweets will do you wrong,

With the taste of a repeating lovelorn song.

Now when you see someone in this state,

Give wide berth, or be part of their fate.

~~bart gaskie

One more minus one

The wonderful time when the stars meet the sun,

When the days of gold prove it’s far from done.

As the warm breeze that caresses the soul,

Brings about the times that were told.

The final glow when the sun grows dim,

Life holds on if only by a small stem.

The sound and feeling of the drums close in,

Reminding of the way that things had been.

Years have no meaning when there are so many,

Making the smooth melodies sound so tinny.

This is not a subject that would expect a tear,

Only a path that will make it all clear.

Deep in thought trying to mask the uncertain fear,

Of losing what was important, what was held so dear.

But the morning light casts a shadow over the unknown,

While building strength of expectations that aren’t gone.

Follow that light to wherever it may lead,

Knowing what is important not a necklace with a bead.

The stars that can be counted will tell the story,

And rule out the bad times that steal the glory.

The road ahead is never traveled alone,

The breath of the wind never casts a stone.

Walk strong with head held high and shoulders back,

Show the world that passion does not lack.

The roads my have many turns and full of pits,

But the direction is straight ahead with days of lit.

From the darkness bursting through covered with light,

Always move forward if not only for spite.

Prove to the self others are not in control,

Enhance the soul with joy and follow the goals.

~~bart gaskie

This night

It is late and the whole town is sleeping,

And I feel the love that my heart is keeping.

I see the image of all your beauty,

The aura that glows brings a light of eternity

The words you speak fill my heart,

With with visions of a new day to start.

The coldness of my room is soon gone,

With the simple sound of the phone.

I rise in the morning anticipating your smile,

As i think of you all the while.

I stumble around looking for this and that,

Only to realize i know where it is at.

Everything i need is no thing at all,

But a beautiful soul to catch my fall.

You have my heart it is yours to keep,

The emotions i feel run so deep.

~~bart gaskie