Over and Over Again

Do you listen to the same songs as me?

The ones that make you fall in love

over and over again.

Do you get all ethereal and dreamy

swept up in rhythm and lyric

over and over again?

Gazing into your imaginary eyes

they reflect and expose you

over and over again.

Hearing your laugh and seeing your smile

feeling your touch, so worthwhile.

Begging to kiss you

over and over again.

Trying

Fade away
On the day
That you said
You’d always
Stay

Took the time
Just to say
You had no time
On the day
Couldn’t stay

There you sat
On the bus
Hair pulled back
So no fuss
On the way

To the place
You say you work
But you complain
‘bout all the jerks
everyday

And there’s no trace
No tracks of tears
On your face
You could cry
But not today

Bought you roses
In a bunch
Tied in ribbons
I had a hunch
You’d be home

Rang the bell
Tried the door
Peered through the windows
And scanned the floor
I was wrong

Left the flowers
On the front stairs
No note to leave
No real cares
That night.

Are You There?

Are you there,

Typing through the night?

Are you there,

Keys glowing in blue light?

Can you imagine

Do you give it any thought

That I too am typing

When maybe I ought not?

For the morning gray

Sits across the horizon to the east

And I’ve functions to attend to

Though none interest me in the least.

We could speak of adventures

Of the travels you’ve taken.

Of the hearts you’ve run into

And one’s you’ve forsaken.

We could talk of your vocation

Your studies and knowledge now gained,

And of the poems you write for others

And how much they’ve pained.

Should we reminisce of evenings

When we left things unspoken?

Dare discuss old promises

Long since broken?

Tell me of your dinners

And those you’ve entertained

Speak of fine wine and chocolate

Or how hard it recently rained.

And what of your lover

Who rests in the nearby bed?

You know, the one who fulfills you

And keeps your passions well fed?

At times you consume me

With mystery and doubt.

Both qualities you wear often

But never wear-out.

Twirling Woman

He liked to see a woman twirl.

Not just when dancing

Enraptured by music or beat,

But in moments of excitement

When burdens disappear

And she’s lighter on her feet.

Twirling women are a rarity

More likely to see her pull a drag from a cigarette

Or chug confidence from a bottle of Corona.

For twirling women have temerity,

From others they feel no threat

It’s just a part of their persona.

Twirling is cheerful – at any age or size.

Twirling brings about laughter

And warms even icy eyes.

He knew she was a twirler

He felt it in his bones.

Imagined when she spun about

She’d crinkle up her nose.

He could see her twirls at dawn or dusk

And all points in between.

And knew she wasn’t a shy twirler

Could give a damn if she were seen.

He saw her twirl in any attire

The sartorial choice was hers.

And he just knew that her smile grew

When she spun like a straw that stirs

On winter streets with footprints in the snow

Or rainy nights, when howling winds would blow.

In summer sun, on sand or waves

Or against autumns’ fallen leafs and shortened days

Her twirls, self-made,

Never sold or bought

And he knew if he were the one to make her twirl

He would never be forgot.

Top 6 Most Popular Poems/ Lyrics for 2009

For better or for worse, here are the top 6 most popular Wooing of the Mind poems in 2009:

1. Just Understand Her
2. More Moments
3. You're Never Alone
4. Oh Me, I'm Fine
5. Misplaced Lucky Charm
6. Never Need Nobody

Which were your favorites? Not on the list? Search through the 81 poems and lyrics of 2009 and see if there's one you like.

More Moments

The moment I first saw you

was the moment I first knew,

that no matter how long

our next moment would last,

it would be a special moment

that was spent too fast.

Life has its moments

each strung, side to side.

Moments ebb and flow,

like the ocean’s tide.

We’ve shared stolen moments.

times forever treasured.

Parceled liked teaspoons of sugar;

not as carefully measured.

We’ve planned our moments too,

but when we did, they drifted through

like evening fog

rolling across the bay.

I need more moments with you!

More moments

to gaze upon your eyes and lips

and tender face!

Moments to feel

your tight embrace!

Moments to soothe our pain,

and to rediscover,

each other,

once again.

Please, some more moments!

Hear my plea to you.

Would you please call,

when you have a moment?

Because I just need another moment

to say,

I love you.

Heard You Say

Heard you say
you had to say
goodbye to him.

Heard you say
It was tough to say
Goodbye to him.

Can't imagine how it felt
to put it all to an end.
Can't imagine being dealt
the cards you were
and still getting a win.

I know you're down
but feel relief.
He's still around
giving you grief.

Heard you say
it was time to go.
Filled with sorrow
but none of it shows.

You'll be fine
soon enough.
Just give it time
you're strong and tough.

Shared

Shared a dance.
Shared a song.
Shared a walk.
Somewhere along

A windy pier
By a bay.
Uttered words.
So much to say.

Shared a laugh.
Shared a story.
Shared a kiss.
A night of glory.

Shared a moment
Shared a fear.
Shared a secret.
Shed a tear

For now you’ve gone
Another place
Still I long
For your embrace

Autumn leafs, they amaze
Winter winds soon arise
Grant me please, one more gaze
Into mossy-green tinted eyes.

Shared so much
And yet so little.
Your life remains
A constant riddle.

It's Your Fault I Fell in Love with You

They say when people fall in love,
No one is to blame.
They say when two hearts intermingle,
Nothing stays the same.

The world is viewed
From rose colored glasses,
And time apart
Runs like chilled molasses.

Nothing that friends say
Ever make it through
Because when you’re in love,
Only one thing matters -me with you.

But there’s something else at work here,
They never talk about,
And that’s when one falls away,
The other one must go without.

It’s your fault,
I fell in love with you.
It’s your fault,
Now whatcha gonna do?

It’s your fault you made me fall in love,
You’re the one I blame.
You’re the one, who took my heart,
The one driving me insane.

It’s your fault,
Made me wear these silly glasses.
And you’re the one
Who turned my legs into molasses.

It’s your fault,
Whatcha gonna do?
You made me fall in love,
So in love with you.

never need nobody

I’ve been looking around
All over the town
At the places, you used to be

Got a call in the early morning
Heard that you were busy
With work and family

Remember the days
Though they now seem a haze
When neither meant much to you

Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do

I know that you lived
Yes, really lived
Before someone like me

Never knew
What you went through
And I know we can not speak

But you gotta know
That I wanna show
just how much you still mean

Even though you
Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do

You never measure
when you cook
or when you live your life

And I always treasured
how you took
the risks to end some strife

And even now, though the time has past
The past is not where I want you

But you’re practically wed,
If just in your head.
Soon to be whisked away

So I gotta stand tall
wish the best for you all
Nothing else I can say, ‘cept

Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do
It sure seems that you do

Oh and I bet, though wager, no
There will be a majordomo
in your life.

You’ll be a socialite
Spending every night
Dressed in ball gowns and dance in sand

Maybe send me an invitation
One of these days, so I can once again
hold on to your hand

I remember when you turned to me and
Said you’d never love nobody
And never need nobody
And now you do
Yes, now you do

The Man in the Three Piece Suit

Telephone rings
But she can’t answer it.
Another day begins
sorting clothes that don’t fit.

The door still sticks
And the hinges still squeak.
There’s cat litter in the hall
But there’s no time to sweep.

Kettle screams
in spits of fury.
Needs to check her eyes,
They still seem blurry.

Because she keeps seeing him
With every turn she takes.
Spends happy hours wearing
a smile she fakes.

Wishes she didn’t feel
the things she did feel
She’s still driving, but he took her heart
along with the wheel.

Crashing into bushes,
or carts full of fruit.
Rescued by a stranger
in a three piece suit.

Magic in his touch.
Sparkle in his eyes.
Charming smile.
She wonders if this is the guy.

Lunchtime hour
comes and goes.
Hates the flu season
and her runny nose.

Friends invite her to
the football game
Even though they know
she thinks the team is lame.

All the time that she’s there
she doesn’t root.
Just keeps on dreaming ‘bout
the guy in the three piece suit.

Late a night she still sits
in front of the computer screen.
Curled up tight in her jammies
with a container of ice cream.

Surfs some sites
just to see what to see.
Tries to distract herself
from other memories.

Starts a chat with a fella
named 212Boot.
He seems clever, just wished
it were the man in the three piece suit.

Slumber enters and
soon she succumbs
Hits the pillow
well after three ones.

Dreams of cites,
green and alive.
Walks to a subway
where people go and arrive.

Hears some music
airy and sweet.
Lulls her down the stairway,
so light on her feet.

No mistaking,
the sound’s from a flute.
And the guy who’s playing
is the man in the three piece suit.

She runs to him
as a train whooshes by.
Wakes with the alarm
and another morning sigh.

Telephone rings
But she can’t answer it.
Another day begins
sorting clothes that don’t seem to fit.

Bedtime Stories

He longed to read her bedtime stories;
not of pigs and wolves
or kings and queens;
but of lovers who've never met.

He tread across sandy beaches
searching for conclusions
to unwritten scenes
with this woman he'd never get.

"One day I will see you," he said
"with my own eyes, not some visions in my mind."
He didn't need dragons flying above his head.
No need for knights on stallions, no pot of gold to find.


Fantasies, all of them;
and all of them she's read.
None could match her fantasy
of his warmth nestled in her bed.

She strolled through city parks
where little children sang
and wondered if she'd ever meet him,
and if so, would she ever be the same.

"One day I will see you," she said
"with my own eyes, not some visions in my mind."
She returned to her fables -a different type of lie instead,
and longed for bedtime stories told by a gentle man so kind.

The Distancing

He told her he only wanted her happiness
But his actions betrayed his words.
He couldn’t stand her away from him.
She had migrated, like the birds.

She was now the princess
Of another distant land.
Each evening offering her glove
to be held in her new prince’s hand.

He wondered of her safety.
Her health, her goals and dreams.
He tossed away his silly poems
That had consumed paper by the reams.

He scoured for pictures
A hint, some trace.
Scraps of memories
In an attempt to recall her face.

He could hear her voice
Deep within his head.
It was fading slowly
As was the things she had said.

Like water and wind
To the cliffs nearby,
Images of her were eroding
And he felt the urge to cry.

So many times, they said farewell
But the parting would never last.
This time, there was no goodbye
But she was filling more of his past.

Forbidden
and forlorn.
Forgotten
but not in scorn.

Another dance among the clouds
All realities suspended.
Another gaze to recreate the distant past,
What may be and all that has finally ended.

Where are the Poets?

Where are the poets, the dancers
the dreamers who make things come true?
Where are the leaders, and believers
and the folks who know what to do?

Why are there quarrels
and debate
over things of nonsense
rooted in nothing but hate?

Why are there cracks in solemn foundations,
born forth from greed?
They sprout and spread persistently
like rats, or lice or weeds.

What are the lyrics
that makes a nation pause?
What notes must be strung together
for each of us to admit our flaws?

Where are the engineers, the doctors,
the carpenters with wood?
There are bridges to be built,
and underprivileged to be understood.

Call out the peacemakers
armed with diplomacy and grit.
Silence those who wage foolish war
with contracted guards, and arguments unfit.

Paint the future, sketch a dream,
sing out in fervent praise!
For the end is nowhere close to us,
so do not countdown the days.

We enjoy the setting sun,
and provide lights to darkened skies
so dare not fear for us,
tomorrow with certainty, we will again arise.

I Begin in Autumn

There was light
one day
that lit
my way.

There were leaves,
reds and golds
that blew down
amber roads.

There were birds
that sang
as school
bells rang.

There were coats
pulled tight
because the wind
would bite.

Cheeks turned to apples
and noses would sniff
at the autumn air
Oh, how I miss the whiff
of the brownstone chimneys
exhausting burnt pine
and the corner bistros
that served coffee and wine.

There were squirrels
digging
throughout the park.
And gas lamps
flickering
as it grew dark.

Taxi's and other cars,
headlights all a glow.
And conversations
turned of snow.

There were hot meals
cooking
and tastes to explore.
Bread puddings, and roasts
mashed potatoes galore.

And the colleges
brimming
with students
so smart.

Young love
always blooming;
thieves stealing
young hearts.

And oh, such a longing
at this time of year,
to wish upon what was;
but it's gone,
I fear.

Still in this season
when most nature dies,
hope springs eternal
and moistens my eyes.

Yes, this is my season
if not my true place.
Sitting out west
but to the east I always face.

Bring me the briskness
the thoughts all anew,
the morning frost,
and the sunsets' hue.

Bring back the laughter
the warmth of the chill.
Styrofoam cups of hot chocolate
liable to spill
across cobblestone sidewalks
where bikes try to pass,
where there is importance
and purposefulness,
and people move fast.

Package the bottle,
let me breathe it all in.
for Autumns' not the ending,
it's where I begin.

Goodnight Dream Lover

Summers' day
and summers' first night
Summer's heat
no delight.

He walks alone
down heated roads.
He carries burdens
worn like clothes.

He calls to strangers
he once called friend.
Seems they've moved on
though, they said, "it'll never end"

He wanders places
he used to haunt
and muses over
the things he used to want.

All gone now

dreams have closed
his imperfections
have been exposed.

Summertime
is not his best.
Weary to the bone.
Finds no comfort in rest.

Karma, plays a role
no doubt.
For now he wanders
empty within and still without.

Dreams deferred
another day.

Passion filled nights
have gone away.

Goodnight dream lover,
with summers' soft kiss.
In time you'll discover
all that I now miss.

Where did you put the Music?

I saw you come.
I saw you go.
I could have stopped you,
but I didn't know.

Where did you put the music?
Why did you hide it from me?
You know without you and my music,
I suffer in quiet misery.

Where have you put the rhythm,
I can not find the notes.
Why must you scream a siren's song
to the things I wrote?

I can not hear any music
since you've gone away.
Now that you have left me,
I've nothing left to say.

Pause (another one unearthed from the 1980's)

When there is a light fog and a mist for rain,
I often wish I had the time to seat myself under a tree.
And when a breeze swept through the leaves of that tree,
I'd become the victor of of all my battles.
While under the branches, I'd stare out,
Visible to friends,
Unclear to strangers,
Camouflaged to all foe.
I would not be be questioned or dwelled upon.
The breeze would stop,
The mist would diminish,
The fog would lift along with my spirits.
I'd sit up, take a deep breath and continue on my journey.

What She Was (First Written in 1984)

She was an image of loveliness.
Her hair - a perfect length.
Her fingernails painted with a beautiful red polish.
Her eyes ...
They puzzled me, delightfully.
Her face - a mixture of Gods' greatest creations.
Her smile - a joyous vision.
Few times did she speak to me.
Yet, her sight was worth one-thousand words.

I Would Have Sent You Flowers

I would have sent you flowers

But I don’t have your address.

I would have sent you kisses

Or a lingering caress.

Might have bought a gown

Or some other costume to wear,

But I don’t know what size you are

And just how much you’d bare.

Jewels, they may have dazzled you

With such sparkle and radiant shine.

Or dinner at a posh new place

With tempting music and wine.

I could have picked a Hallmark card

But none held right the sentiment.

And words, escape the belief I have

That you were heaven sent.

I might have called you on your phone

Or even sent a text,

But I’ve no clue what your number is.

This condition leaves me vexed.

I see you in my dreams each night

And hold you in my arms.

Enchanted and elegant,

I fall for all your charms.

But in the morning’s predawn gray

The sight of you is blurred.

For I have no picture to fawn upon

I know, it seems absurd.

And so on this special day

When special things abound

I hope you get the things you wish

Long lost treasures found.

I hope your heart is filled with love

And laughter consumes this day

And magic moments tantalize

As you sail across the bay.

Maybe if you close your eyes

And make one wish with me

The moments that we’re scared to think about

Could come across to be.