By Pebble Bay Beach

[With apologies to those who enjoy my poetry (or scorn and mock it) for taking so long between sharing my posts due to working a daily routine which includes helping my eighty-nine year old mum while I learn that New York City is not the place for my future with Nina.
I am on vacation from that world as I post these creative words from that neglected other aspect of my loyal inner self.]

By Pebble Bay Beach

Don’t grow cold on me.
Although in life,
There is war and strife;
Hold onto the cures that might,
Give you peace at night.
Such as me being your man,
Who will more than suffice.

Do not…grow cold on me.
For now almost twice a fortnight,
Upon our collective breast,
This silence is cast against winds
Though they may change directions,
My course is consistent and steady;
Yet, shaken by your sudden surprise absence.
So that when Our Father’s blessing finally comes,
The means to import you and yours;
I will be ready.

Clutch the dreams of your heart.
Even tighter within your fighting fists
Knowing each day we awake;
It carries a blessing and a risk.
A song by Neil Diamond enters my mind,
“Love On The Rocks” lol

Don’t…grow cold on me,
It is embarassing to see!
Allowing me to journey alone like a rudderless boat;
Without word or reason,
When others are gone;
In the disorienting foggy dawns,
That disclaims territory of inevitably changing seasons.

Friends That Become Acquaintances

Some Friends think that they can advise me;
Hell, I didn’t even ask their word!
No respect and I am almost sixty!
None have walked on my sidewalk nor in my shoes!
That is why I do not talk back to them.
Then they try to “back-channel” me;
I abhor them. Think I am stupid??
They’ve sabotaged their own plan.
I am at the age to manage my wisdom happily;
I defend my love just for you.

I am angered into writing this post,
By a well-meaning but misguided associate;
An almost-Benedict Arnold in our midst.

These same people bottle-up their suggestions,
Until they have to tell me to “forget” you with questions;
They all know nothing of our strongly built love.
Many we call here “haters” are envious of me,
They seek to deny my dreams apparently.
Why oh why do they while caring not to knowing thee?

All of the commonalities that we built.
I hold onto them strongly.
I saved every email to and from.
I am not the only one
To have ever loved, lost and loved the same woman again.

Yet you would think so,
By the amount of concealed jealousy and lack of help!
I ignore those detractors because of the true love we found.
A simple song is what I sing,
Swaying to the sweet closeness I still bring.
If not for monetary shortcomings,
We would happily be in bed right now!

When will the heavens bless us,
Why can’t we achieve swift togetherness?
I am not sure.
“Kak”, “Почему”? do we achieve the formula?
I know I am trying as my Mum is dying.
Needed to redirect money meant for you,
To push the detractors under their redress!
I try not to digress.

Please continue to believe I am an honorable man
Just hapless a bit more than I ever thought I would be right now;
With so many offers of “thousands” I can earn;
I sadly am from a business dysfunctional clan.
I will punch myself out of this paper bag!
Often I say “I will die trying!”
I write these lonely words as a sad lag.

So I write this because I wanted to talk to you,
Though I promised I would not until I paid my “I.O.U.”
That action is in the works!
Can not help myself wanting to reach to,
The ONE lady to whom all of my praise is due.
I do not rain on other people’s parades;
Why do the try to rain on ours?

Grand Aunt once said,
“You’ll be lucky to have as many real friends
In life as you have fingers on your hand;
And you will probably have fingers left-over!”

Subway Life Again (?)

Clean train at the first stop in the morning,
An annoying dark Jamaican man,
Preaches at we the passengers on the bus to it.
Who wants to hear that shit first thing?
Back in the good days,
Bus driver would have tossed his loud ass off!
I am back to subway commuting life again for now;
I am not happy about it.
My knees ache walking up and down stairs to connect.
Wearing thoughts of you keeps me putting one foot,
In-front of another foot;
I wear you like an army helmet, baby,
Head up and sometimes down;
Pushing forward in the struggle to repay you;
It is my debt to continue.

Subway life is not as a score before!
Now knees and Achilles tendon intermittently remind of time;
I am staring and snoozing,
Catching some Russian conversation after the Forest Hills station;
Going and coming dodging crowds;
Dashing coolly to find a seat and take load off my old feet!
Walking down a tunnel with impromptu musicians begging,
Every step I imagine is towards you there in Europe.
I remind myself why I am doing this;
“Keep good thoughts” like I asked her to do” I say.

I see vivid fashion independence,
Eccentric strangers plugged into handheld devices.
Nod-off upon past Skyped words you said in-remembrance,
Every “date” I recall is decisive!
While now canned announcements utter ignored warnings;
Life in a time capsule called,
“Watch the Closing Doors, please…”
Again, “Remember I am doing this for her and me!”
I remind myself through the present noisy uncertainty.

Walking on queasy knee,
To fulfill happily fulfils my obligation to thee;
Foremost like a bee’s quest for honey.
It dwarfs my self-indulgent desires,
Feeding anticipated sexual fires!
Those who “think” they know me cannot understand.

I have much time to ponder my life while underground.
I hate it.

Are you ready again?
All former trusted people here,
Lately have said, “Nyet” to helping me helping you;
So now I am going to extract my pound of time.
You’ll get yours and I’ll get mine;
For us and it ALL for you!
It is finally TIME!

Just drop who you are doing!
Please wait again for ME!
Just a little bit longer!
Makes our story stronger,
As the cat for a fly to happen by;
Like I wait on the platform for the “F” train!

On the subway (metro or underground)
One has much time to think about,
Your life or the girl you want to be
your wife.
Good or bad;
Happy and sad.
I like commuting to this work;
Even though I know I am better than this,
I should have a driver and a limo at least!
Or my own car again,
Which I will have soon.

With my physically distant Inna on my mind constantly.
We will unite,
For SHE is my future family destiny.
“Watch the closing doors please and thank you for riding New York City Transit!”

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“Sad Face King” poetry book excerpt: ‘Footsteps In The Sand’

 

 

Footprints, Footprints in the Sand

Casino structures north in the distance,

I can tell you have been here for instance.

Like a detective I notice your five shoe size,

Also that your stride is so alive!

Imagining you wear a black two-piece,

Ahh, and you’re looking real sweet!

The sands say you also wear Addidas;

Beach walkin’ yet you yearn to be needed.

As I lay here on my towel just chillin’,

I saw your footprint;

It was so thrilling.

Suddenly I felt I knew all about you.

Footprints, footprints in the sands;

Among the many,

Yours stand out so grand.

Footprints, footprints in the sand,

Please stride back this way;

Then I can have the chance to be your man.

Birds echo one another,

The sandy sea breeze;

Suddenly too much for me.

Life in the tides,

Knowing reminders of your visit.

Foamy white caps flowing in,

As together we would splash;

And out again, Uhh!

Footprints, bare footprints in the sand,

We stroll the shore hand-in-hand.

Yes I love!

Having not kicked-up sand in a while,

Footprints tell me I’m going to be your man;

I think to follow them dog hound style.

With the tide of ebb,

Water warm and easily carries me flowing;

Then in rhythm it is gone,

Erasing your traces without knowing.

I had left those cute footprints in the sand,

I had seen you walk by,

As usual I was too shy to say “hi”.

Now upon the boardwalk it is cooler,

Much lonelier as well.

As I see your name again,

Glancing down now from whence we came.

Some of your footprints even the tide cannot wash away,

I know they are the same ones,

Even though now it is hours later in the day.

  “Sad Face King” poetry, available at  https://www.createspace.com/3505160 or via Amazon search.

Buy, please review or comment…very “summertime” verses, in-general.