Closing Book On Queen Muse

You were the illuminating sun bright in my life
But to you I was the moon reflecting your beauty
Separated by the Earth populated by your boyfriends
Even as I orbited around you when you relocated
To your tropical isle while I stayed in this winter city
But I want to thank you for the best three years
I've spent since the days I would weekly fall in love
And there is no logic to whom the heart dedicates itself
Though I will always remember the exuberance and joy
Of your personality to which I am always devoted
Even as we part from one another and go our unique ways
As I face a deeper solitude than I have ever known
Calling upon my faith in the Lord to send me a mate
To make me complete in manner I thought you might
Were not the many distances between us so overwhelming
We were bound never to be lovers despite the affection
We shared being blissful in each other's presence.

Love You But Lost You

Passion does not necessarily end
When a relationship does even if
It is just a friendship but I am
Tired of carrying an unrequited
Heart on my sleeve and I am just
A cuckold for we will never have
An intimate affair so maybe it's
Time we say farewell and keep joy
We've given each other in unique
Place because although I have an
Incredible threshold for emotion
And pain I refuse to be the fool
Who shall not admit the dead end
To which we are destined as true
Reality kicks in and I find love
Is an illusion of my warped brain
Lost to lust which cannot create
The perfection of an amour while
We are separated from each other
By the impossibility of distance
Of your desire for someone else.

The Greatest Of All Anniversaries

It was exactly forty-six years ago today
That Mary Alma Queen of Ducks exchanged
Nuptial vows with Edward True Confessor
The Judge who became the devoted father
To wondrous sister Sara and conceived a
Crown Princess in Elizabeth who created
A family of her own as our parents made
Themselves into Smidge and Smed when
We found happiness despite problems in
The process of reaching maturity during
The mad time when we five fought demons
Until we found salvation in God's Grace
For which our family is always grateful
As we navigate loving days of existence
In which we adore each other eternally.

                 Dale(7)/22/26-18:DUCK2474--06/14/2011

Those Who Say I'm Introspective

I am Everyman and Everyman is me
So when I examine my existence
I try to understand the universal
Rather than the idiosyncratic on
This planet where I seek to catch
Rides on high jets shooting thru
The midnight sky like meteors as
I denigrate gravity holding down
All beings on the surface of the
Globe while my mind looks to see
The order of world not the chaos
Of Cosmos to which I want to fly
As I await the hour of my mortality
When all confusion will dissipate
And I can witness divine harmony
By which I will know I'm blessed
By the beauty of Grace of Christ
Pulling all to a Heaven we can't
Conceive from myopia of an Earth
From which death is only escape.

Heaven Of A Thousand Muses

I lack inspiration feeling being in love
Cannot be a permanent state and mad lust
For you negates the grace of forgiveness
I seek every night with prayer to Christ
While watching every day the sweet bodies
Of ladies with whom I would love to have
A relationship though Lord knows our needs
So I remain celibate and pursue the wishes
Of my physical self with gazes of longing
At lovely women driving their custom SUVs
With children to whom I can never be dad
Though still I wait to find my perfect maid.

Considering Future With Queen Muse

To know the joy of the presence of Jesus
Is a bliss I have not experienced except
In long-gone dreams just as I have never
Felt intense intoxication of kiss of sweet
Lips with which you mesmerize me with
Amorous voice telling me you adore me
Enticing me with deep dreams of sacred
Devotion since I cannot expect you to be
My Bride for I'm unable to compete with
Younger stud who can make you mother
While I sit by silent phone waiting for the
Time when we can talk and laugh though
It leads to nothing but a lonesome abyss
From which I will never be rescued as I
Wait for you to decide the winner of the
Breeder's Cup from which I'm excluded.

Full Day At Mentor's Funeral

My Christianity is a charade
Not malicious but unfaithful
Though I love Jesus and want
Him to be proud of the years
I passed on the Earth but if
Salvation is a gift from God
Then there is no true reason
To work at improving my soul
And thus I must Dew it myself
Without regard for the Grace
I struggle to attain as human
Unable to demonstrate that
I am worthy of being in Eden
At the right hand of a Deity
So great I cannot compare
My wish for goodness with His
Even as I approach mortality.

                 Dewster(6)/24/26-18:DUCK2436--05/07/2011