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

Street Animals

So many creatures

hiding in the night,

governed by fear

totally ruled by fright.

Millions of entities

surrounded by walls,

sealed behind locked doors

from dark lonely halls.

The call of the wild

roaring thru the night,

rushing down a road

without one light.

Distant piercing sirens

somewhere far in the night,

signaling yet another

life snuffing fight.

So many words

hidden between pages,

words unspoken

gathered in little stages.

Staring from behind

thick dark glasses,

as if somehow hiding

from the crowded masses.

Numerous young pups

seeking “King of the Jungle”

roaming dark alleys

thirsting for a rumble.

Thick impervious skin

resistant to all,

toughened over the years

protecting from a fall.

Dark tanned skin

witness to lacerations,

the scars like medals

proving past altercations.

This wild youth animal

struggling thru life,

fighting with destiny

armed with chain-n-knife.

With a distorted view

of how to have fun,

wanting to kick some ass

better yet use a gun.

Depressed by hard times

a high is a must,

to hell with the risk

demanding Angel Dust.

Evidence of these creatures

are in all our states,

locked in their prisons

stamping out license plates.

Serving out their time

seldom showing results,

waiting to return

hero’s to their cults.

Gary R. Cramer

June 19, 1987

Ships Haven

By a Winter storm

Each washed clean,

every mast stands tall

with hulls that gleam.

All huddled in groups

in water so calm,

quietly awaiting a day

with the oceans salty balm.

Hidden away in their harbors

from the wind and surf,

guided by the sun and stars

forbidden to touch turf.

Each one an island

A mans dreams they hold,

a vessel to board

with adventures untold.

Gary R. Cramer

June 29, 1980