I never dreamed
Someone from my past
Feelings redeemed
So much time has passed
I kept up with her
We would always be friends
She would concurr
Our friendship transcends
We have reconnected
Both being single
We have redirected
For us to mingle
She watched me sail
Commenting along the way
I called her instead of email
Just not any comminique
We talked for hours
Just about everything
She must have superpowers
She was so addicting
We communicated frequently
Four or five times a day
I enjoyed her evidently
Because she was so gay
She was brilliant
She was happy
She was exciting
She was captivating
I wanted more
I wanted that energy
I wanted to explore
I wanted synergy
I asked her out
And she agreed
What a rout
I decreed
Too smooth
Too slick
Too easy
Too sleek
We were so agreeable
I was flabbergasted
Our future is unforeseeable
And it was not forecasted
Now a new journey
Where will we go
A magnificent tourney
Only God will know
Category: Poquoson
George Harrison
George Harrison Too many good men In my life I take to paper and pen To declare with drum and fife They lived next door In my favorite town Poquoson was no bore My favorite place hands down Mr Harrison taught me many things And he spent time with me He helped expand my wings And all his instruction was free The main thing I learned Was how to sail And right the boat when overturned When there was a great gale But not only on the ocean In life too Mr Harrison had a sense of promotion He was very ever blue He enjoyed himself I watched him everyday Take toys off the shelf He liked to play Sailing Fishing Traveling Living He was far different than most Not a care in the world Or he kept them close And did not let them whirl Probably another good example If you want to know the truth Another sample From my youth Not him alone His wife included Most caring woman I have known I have concluded Memories and recollections Have vast they are Great reflections I will never forget by far
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Yorktown Girls – Buddies
Yorktown Girls
How we met Who really knows Henry I bet Friendships arose We traveled every weekend To Yorktown park Some girlfriends and boyfriends The monument was our landmark We met in the parking lot And talked and drank We never fought Along the York riverbank My senior year Leslie Ann Lisa Della Sharon Were in our sphere On and off the telephone We went to parties We went snow sledding We went to games We went to movies They were our Yorktown buddies And they were adventurous and fun We did do our High School studies High School and College everyone We moved on with life We see each other on occasion None made a Poquoson man’s wife Never part of the equation Never forget our escapades Life so easy and carefree Yesteryear never fades I hope you all agree
Zoom Schwartz Profigliano
I wrote my book of poetry, https://amzn.to/2ZlNcuh and I left out one of the most important people in my life – Jim Lindberg. (I know of another which needs to be corrected Mr. George Harrison but I will get to that later) Here is my poem for Jim!
Jim
He was my boss
I met him young
Color gloss or semigloss
What was his color
He was strong
He was smart
He was energetic
He was old
Old at sixteen
Anyone over twenty
We were green
Years to come aplenty
He taught us much
Too much to list
Always there in a clutch
Able to assist
A great role model
A great friend
Would not let you dawdle
Or lead down a dead-end
We were kids
And we still played
Just lift your eyelids
And do not be afraid
See and envision
Badminton galore
Buckets of beer
In his backyard
So much fun
But the best
Cannot be outdone
Greater than all the rest
Zoom Schwartz Profigliano
We sang these words
No not soprano
But as songbirds
To each other
Around a table
As each other’s brother
This is not a fable
He taught us leadership
He taught us friendship
He taught us hard work
He taught us rhyme and balance
Time for fun and toil
Time for love
Time to spoil
Time for Him above
God was not manifest
During these times
As we followed our zest
But now in our primes
We see each other at church
Talk of God
No need to search
Neither is a fraud
Poquoson was there
So many life impressions
And with glorious prayer
He taught the best sessions