In the Dark Night – A Poem by G. S. Katz
Watching
Waiting
Patiently
For your look
Your gaze
Around the corner
On the avenue
Behind the alley
In the dark night…
You're My Reason for Living – A Poem by Joseph Romano
Every placed I go your fair face beams.
You are a beautiful woman, you’re the woman of my dreams.
Your heart is loving and tender and forever forgiving.
You’re the reason I’m here, you’re my reason for living.
You opened your heat and gave me a new life.
Then you made me the happiest the day you became my wife.
And just when I thought you made me the happiest man in the world.
You presented us both with a new baby girl.
And just when I thought we had all the happiness and joy.
You presented us both with a new baby boy.
No Apologies – A Poem by G. S. Katz
I make no apologies
for needing you like I do
we trade secrets
stolen kisses
make each feel good
romance, raw, righteous
the mantra of each day
Passion Collision – A Poem by G. S. Katz
would have kissed you harder
deeper
you kept me slightly at bay
next time will be different
passion collision
no fault
mouth on mouth
only coming up for air
no deposit, no return
Mr. Manhattan
lurking in your tangled hair
in your rear view mirror
on line at the bank
while cooking eggs
My Beautiful Mary – A Poem by Joseph Romano
When I look into the heavens, yours is the only face I see.
You are not only my lover and wife, you are my future fantasy.
Of all the woman I’ve ever known.
You my darling Mary are the one I chose to be my very own.
No other woman has done so many beautiful things to me
As wonderful as the things you’ve done to my fantasy.
I can live my life for a hundred or more years.
There is no other woman that can bring to me so many happy and joyful tears.
Mary my darling I love the way you took and molded me.
You took and made me into the man I thought I could never be.
We’ve been married now for sixty five years or more
And to this day you are the only one I love and adore.
Lou Reed Never Wore Brown – A Poem by G. S. Katz
Black
Gray
Leather
The original Punk
Kid from Long Island
Who blasted into our Rock psyche
Heroin
Alcohol Haze
Sweet Jane
New Sensations
Halloween
Walks on the Wild Side
You could always depend on Lou
Always in our NYC mantra
Sex
Motorcycles
Freaks
Gays before there were Gays
Hard women
Transsexual lullabies
Tops
Bottoms
Bdsm
Lower East Side
Pain because it felt good
The music
Searing guitars
Off key slightly
Seedy one night stands
Sex in cheap hotels
With bad lighting
Somehow it wasn’t so bad
When Lou sang about it
One thing is for sure
Punk is wounded
We lost our Captain
Who went quietly into the dark night
R.I.P. Lou
You will be missed
Thank you
For never wearing brown…
Things I Did for You – A Poem by Abby Kloppenburg
You said you loved music, so I spent my money on CDs, stole my Dad’s guitar and brought up Pure Prairie League every chance I got. I scribbled lyrics on my fingers, and concert dates on my mirror.
You said you loved America, so I hummed the National Anthem, wrapped my hair in a striped bandana and learned to see my backyard as a privilege. I told people I was Republican, and refused to get on a plane.
You said you loved art, so I practiced gasping at Monet, considered
getting a tattoo, and kept a sketchbook in my purse. I learned when to say “Impressionism,” and filled my vase with paintbrushes.
You said you loved Jesus, so I buttoned my shirt to the neck, stopped drinking so much and squeezed your hand during the sermon. I remembered to say “gosh,” and threaded a cross onto my necklace.
You said you loved me, so I wore pink, tried to smile more and kept
repeating that I loved you too.
Windows of My Past – A Poem by Joseph Romano
There’s a wonderful world I found at last.
When I look into the windows of my precious past.
These windows pass me one by one.
And I look in to each to see the wonderful past things I’ve done.
A feeling of comfort soon soothes my fears.
As I see all the happy things I’ve done throughout the years.
And this is when I find happiness at last.
When I look into the windows of my precious past.
La Cucaracha – A Poem by Joseph Romano
They scatter and they run as I open my door.
And when I look again, there are no more.
They run away all scared with fright.
They hide in my walls to keep out of sight.
And when I’m ready to leave and close my door.
They return again to dance upon my floor.
Then I suddenly reach out and I grab, I gotcha .
And when I look into my hand I see la cucaracha.