[Army Air Corps]

Are these poems read in coffee bars with bongos playing in the background and people snap their fingers in approval. Are you wearing a black beret, a goatee, and sunglasses in these venues?

[NicknamedBob]

"...poems read in coffee bars with bongos playing in the background and people snap their fingers in approval..."


“Ahh! Tokin’!”

I get high on Oxygen, and pheromones in bloom,
The heady scent of woman-flesh, augmented by perfume.
The smell of Autumn’s burning leaves, and woodsmoke in the air,
And in the Summer, fresh-cut grass, and flowers everywhere.

I like to hear a baby’s laugh, and whispered words of mirth,
And children’s voices raised in song, the sweetest sound on Earth!
To hear a church-bell ringing or the wailing of a train,
Appeals more to me than the roaring of a plane.

The firmness of a handshake, and ready hand to lend,
More rewarding than a treasure is the comfort of a friend.
The touch of loving gentleness, and hands held at the park,
The feel of someone close to you, grown closer after dark.

The sight of seeing friends where you expect them not to be,
And looking at a sunset, or a stately arching tree.
Seeing iridescent beauty in an oily puddle’s sheen,
Just takes an eye beholding joy that others call unclean.

The taste of buttered popcorn at the movies for a treat,
Or eating Christmas cookies that can never be too sweet,
The turkey baked with care for almost all the blessed day,
Life has a flavor all its own that no one ever takes away.

My senses fill with wonderment at all that is around,
While people that I see all keep their eyes upon the ground.
My attitude is like someone who’s walking ‘round in love,
For I love all the blessings that descend from up above.


NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . December 11, 2004