Welcome to JVB

Though only a room to you

merely to spend some time,

maybe weave some dreams

without reason or rhyme.

There’s so much more

than your eye can see,

we offer you a chance

to let your heart run free.

A bed of enchantment

when you choose to retire,

may you find romance

and even rekindle the fire.

With a new day born

breakfast is offered to you,

we made it ourselves and

it’s only offered to a few.

The buildings you see

they came from our heart,

and were built with love

from the very start.

We took all of our dreams

our hopes and desires,

then drew them on paper

to create our home fires.

We planted some grapes

gave them love and time

each year blessed by God

there is fruit on the vine.

Our cups overflowed,

from all we could see,

wanting to share even more

we planted Christmas trees.

We added some birds

somewhat heavy of feather,

yet so unique and warm

very much like our weather.

Last but not least

we added the spa,

for the end of the day

to help your soul thaw.

We saw what we had and

wished to share with others,

and that’s why you’re here

friends, sisters and brothers.

Thank you for coming

and staying with us,

may your journey be safe

and your future free of fuss.

Gary R. Cramer

December 23, 1992

Dedicated to Jack and Beverly Babb

Dearest friends deeply missed!

Sometimes…

Sometimes at night

the aloneness is cold,

no one beside me

I’m feeling lost and old.

It’s time like these

that I yearn for more,

a soft warm loving body

like a wave seeking shore.

That soft nuzzle in the dark

an ever gentle soft touch,

the company of another

is that asking too much?

In the world of many

one and one make two,

but in the world of love

there’s unity that’s true.

I lay there at night

and recall them all

the number doesn’t matter

some short… some tall.

Two bodies entwined

in what most call spooning,

the merging of curves

with no need of a tuning.

All the delights of nature

with her grand geometry,

no filling, no spaces

only complete symmetry.

I miss those moments

nuzzling in her hair,

all those female scents

blending from everywhere.

A little flick of my tongue

even a butterfly kiss,

these are the joys

from the past I miss.

The wandering of a hand

gentle scratch of a nail,

igniting that spark

it would seldom fail.

I long for the smells

the perfume with the sweat,

from head to toe

and the middle where they met.

The flavors so salty,

and oh the taste,

from her ears and lips

down to her waist.

Like a gardener in his yard

trying to make things grow,

never in a rush but trying to please

and go so very slow.

The sliding and laughing

on the sheets of satin,

so soft and slippery

so damn bad for traction.

Caring for those areas

making them just so moist,

drawing whimpers of joy

sometimes screams of rejoice.

As the moment subsides

I’d gaze into her eyes,

and smile at her lips

as she released those sighs.

Now in my sixties

I’m far from dead,

but on nights like this

it’s these memories I dread.

Sometimes at night

the aloneness is cold,

no one beside me

I’m feeling lost and old.

Gary R. Cramer

July 15, 2014

Roller Skate Bowling

Oh those times in

early years so grand,

out on a walk and drank

too much to stand.

Twenty frozen digits

toes and hands,

wishing for the heat

of tropical sands.

It was a time

so young and strong,

remembering it well

dressed in my thong.

How I got there

I still can’t recall,

maybe from the barn

drinking in the stall.

It’s all pretty fuzzy

I’m sure of that,

but so darned proud

I still wore my hat.

Why it came to me

what was the time,

what I do remember

falling on my behind.

Have to think hard

how did this start,

may have eaten beans

oops another fart.

What’s that I see

a memory at last,

my trusted roller skates

from out of the past.

I was laying there

on hay so very stale,

when I saw them above

hanging on a nail.

I thought of them fondly

all the good times we had,

carefully lacing them on

back when I was a lad.

Then it hit me

it jumped out of the dark,

then I quickly forgot

from my butt another bark.

Then it came back

my mind was cajoling,

I should attempt

roller skate bowling.

So I gathered them all

empty bottles of glass,

Rum and Tequila

then I fell on my ass.

But the barn dirt

was not too flat,

empties kept falling

what to do about that.

Where is it level

where a bottle won’t fall,

I pondered it long

and then I did recall.

To a place I had gone

and was so very fond,

out the barn door

to the old ice pond.

I gathered my bottles

each a future bowling pin,

after filling my arms

the damned room did spin.

But get there I did

it wasn’t much fun,

because it was dark

where was the sun?

Alas I had them set

I had aligned all ten,

bowling ball in hand

what to do then.

Then I heard a call

from back in the barn,

my trusty roller skates

I’d forgotten them darn.

So back I raced

well more like staggered,

now hugging my skates

this drunken braggart.

It took a bit

to get them on and laced,

with lots of cussing

I was totally disgraced.

Lots of deep breaths

I had to gather myself,

recalling how to skate

dreams from a dusty shelf.

Something was amiss

what could be wrong,

my cowboy hat on

and confirmed my thong.

So up I proudly arose

freezing bowling ball in hand,

what was that thought

about some tropical sand?

Enough of this

was my bold thought,

get out on that ice

and knock down the lot.

I rolled for a ways

on the ice I did slide,

determined was I

and nowhere to hide.

I was a sight-all askew

like dirty dancing,

combined with

reindeer prancing.

But I got it together

saw bottles of glass,

the first two attempts

yeah I fell on my ass.

Something is wrong

I don’t feel so well,

I’ve a pain or two

parts are starting to swell.

Now a bit afraid

is that a dog bark,

I whirled around

only to smell a fart.

At last I was stable

standing tall and proud,

only regretting the

lack of a cheering crowd.

Alas I took aim

at bottles all empty dead,

a nagging voice

came from within my head.

But what the heck

what could go wrong,

roller skates on ice

still wearing hat and thong.

I brought up my ball

took a shaky aim,

there’s that nagging voice

still babbling the same.

It was getting light

the sun on the rise,

I had to now hurry

not expecting a surprise.

I swung back my arm

the ball in it’s arc

then it happened so fast

everything went dark.

I recall my legs

weighed by the skates,

splitting to 3 and 9

tempting my body’s fates.

It took a few minutes

because I was so cold,

now wet to my neck

knees beginning to fold.

I began to hurt like

I was inside a vice,

then it hit me I’d

fallen through the ice.

For some darned reason

I kept tipping to fall,

trying not to drown

cause I still held the ball.

How could I be thinking

this would be fun and nice,

such a damn stupid stunt

roller skate bowling on ice.

Gary R. Cramer

December 27, 2019