Free Range Poetry

Forever@Always.Love

Back in 1997, my wife grew tired of my bashing her country music tastes and challenged me to pen a country song myself, if I thought it was so easy.  I apologize for the results.  I still hear it as a duet with Brad Paisley and Dolly Parton.

I turned on my computer just like I do every day -
Kick-start to the power and the video display.
I'm waiting for an e-mail from my baby in LA,
Hoping that her little message finds its way.

I logged in and checked my mail -
This waiting had my heart in jail;
I sure hoped we'd be together soon.
My server said I had new stuff -
I couldn’t download fast enough -
But what I read there made me sadder than a loon:

She wrote:
Do you really need me underneath the Texas moon?
Do you really need me later?  Do you really need me soon?
Mister, I must tell you, before to Texas I do roam,
I need to know where your love's coming from.

My heart skipped a mighty beat
I was glued right to my seat
and I felt there, as I read that, I could cry.
My fingers flew right to the keys
to put her nervous heart at ease
and I typed out, through my tears, this swift reply:

I wrote:
I don't wish for you on every star - just the ones up in the sky
I don't need you every day - just the ones that end in 'Y'
My heart burns for you like stars in Heaven up above
And I'm sending you this e-mail from:  Forever@always.love!

Forever@always.love!
You're the one girl that I'm dreaming of!
No virtual girlfriends,
No diamonds and pearl friends,
Do for me what you do, my Love.

Well that’s pretty much just how it went,
and I felt much better when it was sent,
and sure to check reply return receipt.
So I knew she’d read it right away,
and I wondered what her reply would say,
and more, what she would say, when next we’d meet.

She wrote:
Our hearts are both like stars above, they burn with equal heat,
And since you really need me, I’ll be moving from my street,
I’ll pack up my computer, and off from LA I will shove,
I’ll see you very soon, my dear:  Forever@always.love!

Forever@always.love!
You're the only one I'm dreaming of!
No diamonds and pearl friends,
No Wide Web and World friends,
Do for me what you do, my Love.

You know I really need you underneath this Texas moon!
I really need you now my love; I really need you soon!
My heart burns for you like stars in Heaven up above!
I’ll see you very soon, my dear:  Forever@always.love!

Forever@always.love!
You're the only one I'm dreaming of!
No diamonds and pearl friends,
No Wide Web and World friends,
Do for me what you do, my Love.
Forever@always.love!

Forever@always.love!

 

 

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Not Bad – For a Monday

"How ya doin'?"

"Oh, I'm not bad...  For a Monday."

Well I'm not bad for a Monday
I could use another Sunday
I need a weekend with One More Day
But even if I had it I know I'd say
That I'm not bad … for a Monday.

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I got into the office and it's too damn loud
My feet are on the floor but my head's in a cloud
And the prospect of the work-week has my spirit cowed
But I'm not bad - for a Monday

And my wallet's empty but my head is full
Of angry squirrels, with maracas, and no sense of timing
But I'm OK.  Not bad, really. 
For a Monday.

Well I'm not bad for a Monday
I can't remember much of Sunday
I need a weekend with One More Day
But even if I had it I know I'd say
That I'm not bad … for a Monday.

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Well the weekend was a blur, it went by so fast
My arm's in a sling and my leg's in a cast
And I don't really know what was in that pipe they passed
But I'm not bad for a Monday

My ex won an Oscar for playing herself
In a movie she wrote about what a jerk I am
But that's all right.  Not bad, really. 
For a Monday.

Well I'm not bad for a Monday
I can't remember much of Sunday
I need a weekend with One More Day
But even if I had it I know I'd say
That I'm not bad … for a Monday.

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Friday it all started out so well
Half a case of beer for our thirsts to quell
Who could guess how fast it would all go to hell
But I'm not bad for a Monday.

I don't think that beer was half the problem since we were OK until
My half-brother's sister's cousin showed up with that Tequila,
But we forgive him.  It's OK.  Not bad, really. 
For a Monday.

Well I'm not bad for a Monday
I could've lived without Sunday
I need a weekend with One More Day
But even if I had it I know I'd say
That I'm not bad … for a Monday.

I don’t remember much of Sunday
I need a weekend with One More Day
But even if I had it I know I'd say
That I'm not bad … for a Monday.
Yeah, I'm not bad … for a Monday.

 

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