Poets Recalled

Shelley, Burns and Lord Byron

thru my blood you do run,

I can hear your voices

filling my mind with their hum.

Your thoughts call out

as though my soul is you speaker,

from all your torment and sorrow

my depression seems deeper.

With little effort it seems

I can feel your hurt,

so intense at times

I think it’s your ghosts I flirt.

From a gentle stream of life

the words do flow,

I wish to wake the world

with the wisdom it should know.

Gary R. Cramer

June 25, 1980

Questions

The questions, the doubts

the persistent unrest.

The wandering of the mind,

the never ending quests.

From dawn to dusk asking

who am I.

What am I to achieve

before I die.

Gary R. Cramer

June 11, 1981

Remember When

Remember when

first we met,

an S. F. Ferry

a surprise was set.

I remember looking

and seeing your face,

no emotions showed

not even a trace.

All had a good time

we laughed and joked,

nothing special said

or expectations hoped.

Oh it’s true we had

knowledge of the other,

some five years before

an intro to one another.

Now things had changed

each of us alone,

but nothing was planned

only a casual tone.

Then destiny stepped in

by accident I confess,

you took me in

cause my body was a mess.

Such a dumb stunt

I jumped from a pier,

at a Bath Tub Race

and injured my rear.

So sweet and caring

you were very sincere,

little did I know

That love was so near.

Just when it happened

I really can’t say,

suddenly you became

my night and day.

You made me happy

you made me whole,

carefully I planned

for marriage out goal.

I thought I was lucky

five years ago,

and life has proved

it’s a fact I know.

Of your love I’m

not sure I deserve,

but I give you my love

without reserve.

What can I do

to make you see,

how very much you

mean to me.

I want it plain

I want it clear,

I love you so much

my wife, me dear.

Merry Christmas My Love

TCP/1986