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LESSONS
E. Sam
Parker
I’m thankful for the life I’ve known
The fact I’ve learned and hopefully grown
I hope somehow that I have shown
That your lessons weren’t all wasted
We’d disagree from time to time
You had your way, I wanted mine
Easily lost, but easy to find
Thankful now, you kept me close
You kept me close, yet, you let me run
Experienced mischief and childish fun
Never really hurting anyone
Another lesson learned
I learned a lot, enough to know
There’s so much more I’ll never know
But then I guess that’s how we grow
Yet another lesson learned
Now fully grown and on my own
Most wild oats, long since sewn
Learning more than I have shown
Another lesson learned
A teacher who never really taught
A wise man whose wisdom was seldom sought
A rainbow chaser who never caught, the dream you were
chasing
I too chase dreams and that’s okay
I wouldn’t want it any other way
When asked where I’m going, with pride I say
I’m following my Father’s footsteps
I’ll follow you with love and pride
And lessons learned will be my guide
Though now you’re gone, you’re still inside
My heart, my mind, my soul
In Memory of my
Father,
E.S.
“Ted” Parker
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The
Painting
E. Sam Parker
We painted you with Honesty
and a true sense of Caring
We painted you with Love
and an Openness for Sharing
We painted you with many colors
and a special sense of Pride
We painted you with Strength
and still a Tender side
You truly are a Work of art
An Original by Design
You took the brush and added Heart
a Quick Wit an Open Mind
Though the paint’s not dried
know that we tried
and we’ll still
add
a touch or two
but we never dreamt we could paint
a Masterpiece like you
dedicated to Tina Louise Parker
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When
Colors Fade
E.
Sam Parker3
When the color fades to shades of gray
Do the feelings fade in the same way
Does the mind condone the right to stray
When colors fade
Do you see the truth through different eyes
Do you accept the use of small white lies
Does truth become more compromise
When colors fade
When passion’s red begins fade
Do you regret the choices that you’ve made
Do you raise the bet on cards you’ve played
Or shuffle and redeal
Colors fade to black and white
Disguising wrong, disguising right
We mix regret with pure delight
When colors fade…when colors fade
Conviction becomes preferred choice
Commitment hears a different voice
Colors blend and start to fade
As we justify the choices made
When colors fade
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PAGES
E.
Sam Parker3
She sits alone and
ponders
Her thoughts reflecting years gone by
Recalling choices she has made
Though now, not quite sure why
Her dreams and her priorities
Rearranged—but then, that’s life
Now she’s a loving Mother
Now, a devoted wife
A devoted wife, no question
Yet questions fill her mind
Daydreams and fantasy
Help her pass the time
She loves her life and her children
Loves her husband too
But, if she could do it all again
Sometimes wonders what she’d do
Second-guessing, not confessing
Thoughts that sometimes fill her mind
Wondering what she'd do
If she could turn back the hands of time
If she could rewrite her life’s story
What tales would she pen
Would she change it all, or just recall
And do it all again
The grass isn’t always greener
Just another shade of green
Still we crave the mystery
Of the pages never seen
We all ponder the pages
Of the stories only dreamed
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Scars
That Won’t Heal
E. Sam Parker
I keep looking in the mirror…hoping someday not to see
The reflection of this man…looking back at me
I try to hide the hurt…try to hide the way I feel
Some hurt is forever…and some scars never heal
I’ve tried my very best to hide…the emptiness I’ve
felt
And I must confess…I’ve done my best…to play the
hand I was dealt
I can hide the tears….so many tears…but the pain is
oh so real…
Some hurt is forever…and some scars never heal
* Some hurt is forever…and some scars never heal
You try to hide… the pain inside…try to hide the way
you feel
Too many tears…too many years….the feeling all too
real
Some hurt is forever…and some scars never heal
It feels like only yesterday….though it’s been a
long, long time
A child worshiping his hero…and you dear dad were mine
I looked up to you…and I still do…in my heart…in my
mind
It feels like only yesterday….though it’s been a
long, long time
When did the world change…why did we part ways
The fact and the fiction…blend with each passing day
As the year’s rolled by, we both tried…to bandage and
conceal, but
Some hurt is forever…and some scars never heal
* Some hurt is forever…and some scars never heal
You try to hide… the pain inside…try to hide the way
you feel
Too many tears…too many years….the feeling all too
real
Some hurt is forever…and some scars never heal
Now you’re gone…and I’ve moved on…at least I’m
trying to
But truth be known…when I’m alone…thoughts often
turn to you
I wanted just to tell you …exactly how I feel, but
Some hurt is forever……..and some scars never
heal…yes,
Some hurt is forever…and some scars …never heal
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A Little
Space, A Little Time
E. Sam Parker
Sometimes all I want…is just left alone
Don’t want to see any-one...
Don’t want to talk on the phone
Per-fect-ly content...to be on my own
I just want..is a little space…a little time
Don’t ask me to explain it…I’m not sure I can
…sometimes I just need some space…I hope you
understand
On my own…some time alone…it’s just the way I am
I just need a little space…a little time
* Just a little space…just a little time
To look inside my heart…to look inside my mind
I need to take a look…to keep from going blind
all I need’s a little space….a little time
Don’t think that I don’t love you…God knows,
indeed, I do
but every now and then…I need time alone, it’s true
not looking for something different…I don’t need
someone new
…all I want is a little space…a little time
all I need’s a little space…a little time
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Distance
We kept our distance
As best we could
We kept our distance
As well we should
We kept our distance
Because you were strong
We kept our distance
Because it was wrong
It was wrong, I know that’s true
Still, my thoughts always returned to you
Thoughts of wanting, thoughts of lust
Thoughts consumed—thoughts of us
We kept our distance
I kept the fire
We kept our distance
I kept desire
Every now and then, the flames grew higher
But we kept our distance
It all seems such a waste
To share desire, yet never taste
Never taste that I know is sweet
Never feel what I know is heat
To feed the fire, yet never touch
To not taste the wine we both crave so much
In time I’m sure the flame will die
But I’ll always question the reasons why
We kept our distance
E Sam Parker
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Hole
In My Heart
E.
Sam Parker3
There’s
a hole in my heart…where the pain comes in
I’m
not sure how…I’m not sure when
The
pain comes…every now and then
reminding
me of you
A
mother to a son…a bullet to a gun
words
that can cut like a knife
Sometimes
it’s more the things unsaid
that
truly mold your life
What
makes us care when there’s no one there
when
it’s just a state of mind
Like
a bad disease takes you to your knees
it
can burn the eyes so blind
Thick
as thieves…as trees to leaves
best
friends…but, that was then
Lives
sure change…rearrange
as
we go from boys to men
Hearts
and diamonds …boys and girls
Puppy
dogs….and little curls
Emotions
really rule the world
or
so it often seems
Reflections
of days long past
winning
a race…when you finished last
Memories
embellish…slow to fast
too
bad we feel the need
Sometimes
I think of things I’ve done
and
wonder if I’m the only one
Stories
told …just for fun
become
lies we hold as true
I’m
not sure why…I’m not sure when
I
think of things every now and then
Thoughts
of love and life
and
long-gone friends
and
the hole in my heart
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Another Place, Another Time
E. Sam Parker3
Another
place, another time
Would you feel
the flame, would you taste the wine
Would you take a
chance, or just walk away
Would you turn
to me, would you want to stay
Would you call
me yours, could I call you mine
In
another place, in another time
If you could
start again, a life brand new
Would you start
again, with someone new
If you could
change it all, what would you do
If you could
start again, a life, brand new
Now and then,
thoughts come to mind
Of another
place, of another time
* Thoughts of
now and thoughts of then
Thoughts I’ll
never share again
Thoughts of you,
still come to mind
….of another
place ….another time
On lonely
nights, do you think of when
Do I come to
mind, every now and then
Do you ever
wonder, do you ever dream
Things aren’t
always quite the way they seem
Do the colors
fade to shades of gray
Do the memories
ever go away
Thoughts of now
and thoughts of then
Thoughts I’ll
never share again
Thoughts of you,
still come to mind
….of
another place ….another time
E. Sam Parker
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Around The Bend
E Sam Parker
When you
think you’ve had enough….and the road seems way too rough
on one thing
……..you can depend
There’s
always something new……..…waiting just for you…
….waiting,
up around the bend
The only thing that stays the same……is the fact
that nothing does…
Don’t get
hung up on yesterdays……..used to be and was
There’s
always something growing……some things well worth
knowing
…there,
just up around the bend
* Up around the
bend
old ends…and
new begins
you can make
things better…
…you can even
make amends…
..around the bend,
up around the bend
Memories are
needed things……and most should be treasured
But memories
should never be …….the stick by which you’re measured
Ya gotta jump
in the water ……to see if it’s deep…
Ya gotta
clean out the closet…….so you’ll know
what to keep
Learn from
where you’ve been…….and enjoy where you are going
There’s
always something new…some things well worth knowing…
You won’t
know where you’ve been…until… you start going…
…around the
bend ….up around the bend
*
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Do You Think of Me
E.
Sam Parker3
Do
you think of me…like I think of you
Do
you ever stop and wonder about we two…
Do
you ever stop to think …about back then…
Remembering
us…remembering when
You
come to mind…every now and then
….and
I think of you…yes, I think of you
Do
you ever stop…and wonder why
Another
place and time…another try
Was
it me….or was it you
Do you think
of me…like I think of you
Memories
can make it special…..
Memories
can make it sad
Embellishing
all the good…dismissing the bad
On
my mind, in my heart…wondering of you
Do
you think of me…..like I think of you
Memories….often
tend to fade…
Disguising
choices and mistakes made
Mistake
or choice, a point of view
I
made a choice regarding you
I
made a choice, and mistake too
Do
you think of me…like I think of you
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Friends
And So Much More
E. Sam
Parker3
I think of you every now and then…
…remembering… to way-back when
…when love was easy…and we were friends…
….friends and so much more.
We were friends…and life was good
We did it all …because we could….
…because we wanted…not because we should…
…friends…and so much more
*Childhood friends…boys to men…
…from girls…to lovely ladies
From spin-the bottle…kiss and tell
To mortgages and babies
…We used to dance….and make romance…
we'd laugh howling…at the moon
but that was then……then again……
seems we grew up…way too soon
…our lives were full of a thousand whys…
…mystic seas …. Lucy in the skies
now well intentioned…but still white lies…
…friends and so much more.
*Childhood friends…boys to men…
…from girls…to lovely ladies
From spin-the bottle…kiss and tell
To mortgages and babies…
We were friends…and so much more…
…we were friends…and so much more
Yesterdays…separate ways
priorities cause
shift…
Still I treasure the recalled pleasure
Your friendship such a gift…
Once a year…or maybe three
I’ll think of you…and you of me
It’s where my heart will always be…
…friends
and so much more.
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Sister
E.
Sam Parker
I love you, but I
don’t know you
It’s strange
to say, but true
I was raised an
only child
And then one
day, came you
Fifteen years
separate us
In ways, so
many more
I love you, but
I don’t know you
Closed minds,
closed hearts, closed doors
The same Mother
and Father
Yet not the
same at all
I was raised
very large
You, so very
small
They gave us
both their everything
Indeed, they
gave their all
The same Mother
and Father
Yet not the
same at all
I got out and
moved about
You, they held
too tight
It wasn’t
really wrong
But it really
wasn’t right
Never a chance
to take a stance
Your decisions
all were made
Perhaps with
good intentions
Your thoughts,
your life was swayed
When I look
back, I have to think
The steepest
price was paid
By you, because
they loved you
Because your
thoughts, your life, was swayed
In the name of
love, they protected you
But they
protected you too much
They kept you
out of trouble
They kept you
out of touch
Choices that
should have been given you
Were decisions
too often made
In an effort to
protect you,
Your thoughts,
your life was swayed
Somewhere along
the road of life
Ties were cut
by mother’s knife
Sharp words and
silence, like tempered steel
Cut deeper than
I thought my heart could feel
The truth
became much less than known
Our house much
less than I called home
We grew apart,
we grew alone
We grew with
much regret
I do regret so
much of then
And wish we
could go back to when
But that would
all be just pretend
And at last
I’m through pretending
Walls that were
built now crumble down
Truth is there,
just look around
What once was
lost, we’ve finally found
It’s never,
never too late
We lost so
much, and yet I know
With time and
love, the bond will grow
There’s still
so much I’ll never know
But now, at
least we’ll learn
I’ll learn of
you, and you of me
Thankful for
the opportunity
To get to know
who you’ve come to be
The Sister in
my life
It’s never
too late
To Rhonda with
love
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You
Take Me There
E Sam Parker
I wish that I
could find the words
but words just
aren’t enough
you’ve stood
right beside me
through the good
times and the rough
You know that
I’m not perfect…
…and
still…that’s enough
you take me
there…
you take me
there
You take me to a
special place
I’ve never
been before
Where everyday
is a special day
and all I want
is more
…more time to
be beside you
more time to
show I care
you take me
there
you take me
there
You take
me to heart
You take me to
love
You’ve shown
me a world
I’ve only
dreamt of
You’ve opened
up my eyes
taught me love,
taught me to care
You take me
there…
You take me
there
Words cannot do
justice
to what I feel
inside
You’ve shown
me love and passion
You’ve filled
my heart with pride
I know that
there’s a heaven
…a place true
lovers share
…cause you
take me there
you take me
there
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Unsaid
E. Sam Parker
I stood looking in the mirror
counting up the wasted years
Thinking back on all the things I should have said
Fighting back the flood of tears
oh, the tears
Words of anger spoke so quickly
lasting for so long
Who's to blame, no one remembers
it went beyond right or wrong
it went too long
I wish that I could tell you
all the things I never said
So much has gone unspoken
so much has gone unsaid
it goes unsaid
Now there's no time left for sorrys
no time left for good-byes
No time left to make up
no time for one more try
wish we could try
Did you know how much I love you
did you know how much I care
Did you know deep in my heart
you were always standing there
you stood right there
And I wish that I could tell you
all the things I never said
So much has gone unspoken
so much has gone unsaid
it goes unsaid
You never cared that much for flowers
but its something I must do
A token remembrance
of the love that I once knew
And I wish that I could tell you
all the things I never said
So much has gone unspoken
so much has gone unsaid
it goes unsaid
It goes unsaid
In Memory of my
Father
Ernest S.
“Ted” Parker Jr.
So much went
unsaid
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Window
Pain
esamparker3
She stares out her window
at the clouds and the rain
She tries to hide her heartache
tries to hide her pain
This wasn’t how she had pictured it
those many years ago
This wasn’t how she’d dreamt it
how she thought her life would go
A princess in her younger days
who grew into a queen
She was a wife, she had a family
she shared her castle with her king
The king became a jester, his humor no longer enjoyed
The love became dead weight, and she became annoyed
The children grown and on their own
she left her would-be king
For she had dreamt of a better life
she envisioned better things
Those days now so long ago
she looks back between the tears
And wonders of the choices made
back so many years
Her prince charming never found her
just another jester now and then
Her heart hardened from the pain of love
from the pain of just pretend
Now alone, so all alone
the years all slipping by
She sits staring out her window
looking
for the reason why
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WishIwas
Do
ya ever stop to wonder, just who writes the songs
that
make ya feel so happy-- ya just wanna sing along
or
the kind that tell of a love… a love that’s just gone wrong
do
ya ever stop and wonder... who writes the songs
What
gives a person inspiration
where
do they get that creativity
when
God was passing out the talent
I
wonder why he didn’t leave a little bit for me
I
wanna be a famous rock-n-roll singer
drive
around in a big fancy limousine
have
lots of pretty women wanting to know me
fellas,
you know exactly what I mean
But
here I am now in my ....fifties
and
I’ve lost most of my hair
I’d
still love to love the ladies...but they just don’t seem to care
An
original kind of fella...I think I’m rather smart
all
I needed was a break….an open door…a place to start
I
could’ve been a big star…if the world gave me half a chance
I’m
just a fella who loves music…but never learned to dance.
Just
a fella who loves music-- two or three bricks... short... of a load
I’m
like the Indianapolis Speedway…minus the road
a
very peculiar person... or so I’ve been told
a
wishIwas daydreamer...not
too famous, just too old
e.samparker
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The Man Within
E. Sam Parker
He stares like I should know him, sometimes looking right
through me
A reflection of someone I think I am…or hope to be
Though just a mirrored image….perhaps the better part
of me
This image in the mirror………the reflection that I
see
I see his face is wrinkled….and his hair is getting
thin
But deep inside I still see that youthful boyish grin
The younger me, I only see….every now and then
Every now and then…when I look into the mirror
Now and then he’s my best friend, my one true confidant
Reminding me that what I see….is sometimes what I want
I choose to see the better me…but every now and then
I see deep into the mirror…deep into the man within
This man has many secrets…secrets best unshared
Afraid of the reception…and perception if he ever dared
Afraid that if he opened up…he’d lose his every
friend
Afraid no one would love him…if they knew the man
within
Deep inside, he’s a good man…least he really tries to
be
But there are certain things about him…he’d prefer no
one ever see
The envy, and the bitterness, the deceit and bigotry
All these things he tries to hide…from the man he wants
to be
We all have many secrets…we all have a secret side
Certain things are better off…locked up deep inside
The deeper, the better….out of public view
With
the man inside of me….the one inside of you
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Third Cup of Coffee
E Sam Parker
It’s my third cup of coffee…and I’ve really
got a buzz
started thinking about days gone by…used to
be’s and was
if ya ask me why I do it…I’d have to
say…because…
it’s my third cup of coffee
It’s my third cup of coffee…it doesn’t need to make much sense
Not everything has to be so deep…it doesn’t
have to be intense
Sometimes you wanna go out there…and just straddle the fence
with that third cup of coffee
* It doesn’t always have to be about you or me
sometimes nothing….is just fine
Sometimes all you should worry about….
…is cream and sugar…with or without
…and that third cup of coffee….yeah, that third
cup of coffee…..
that’s enough
It’s my third cup of coffee….taking time to
breathe
I’ve got nothing underneath my hat….got nothing up
my sleeve
I don’t really have a position….it doesn’t
matter what I believe
…I’ve got my third cup of coffee…I’m
alright
…I’ve got my third cup of coffee…and I’m
alright
*
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Remembering
Remembering a moment
A very special time
I was in your heart
You were so in mine
Our bodies seemed a perfect fit
Beyond verse and rhyme
Remembering a moment
A very special time
You touched me,
how you touched me
I thank you for
your touch
Touching,
without words
Yet saying oh
so much
e sam parker
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of Page
Blink,
Blink, Gone
She’s
gone,
the
little girl I held so gently in my arms
Gone,
the fragile child and her newborn baby charms
Gone,
the heartfelt smile as you first learned how to walk
Gone,
that magic moment when you first learned how to talk
Gone
now are Mickey Mouse, the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus
Gone,
the thousand questions of who, and why, and cause
Gone,
the school recitals, full of proud applause
blink,
blink,
Gone
Gone
too those days of discovering boys
giving
up the childish toys
Music
fads I just called noise
blink,
blink,
Gone
It’s
sad those days have all passed by
and
yet when I look into your eyes
I
still see the love and sweet surprise
reflection
now in a woman’s eyes
still
daddy’s little girl
I
say sad but really, that’s not true
I’ve
loved every moment of life with you
I
treasure both the old and new,
where
we’ve been, and where you’re going
Going,
going, but not really gone
A
different phase, but love goes on
blink,
blink,
The
love goes on
E.
Sam Parker
Dedicated to my loving
daughter,
Tina Louise Parker
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Dreams
and Recollections
Dreams
and recollections of days, and loves gone by
Is
it best to remember
or
best not to even try
Do
you let it go, not block the flow
let
memories float downstream
Or
do you hold on tight, embrace the night
and
hope to God you dream
Dreams
and recollections often blessing, sometimes curse
recalling,
or forgetting, which one is really worse
Remembering
all the nows and thens
the
use to be’s and could have beens
Once
called lovers, now just friends…
It’s
all a state of mind
A
heavy sigh, a tear stained eye, a thought of long ago
A
look towards the future, planted seeds begin to grow
You
can’t go back, and that’s a fact
no
matter how you try
Dreams
and recollections of days, and loves gone by
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 Domestic
Bliss
E Sam
Parker
She
said “I Do” and so she has
for
oh so many years
The
prim and proper housewife
she
hides so many tears
She
lives the life of loving wife
though
often feeling more like maid
She
cooks, she cleans, she does everything
and
ponders the life she’s made
She
married for love, a partnership
funny
how things change
The
sharing and the caring, somehow now, rearranged
She
chose this life, to be his wife
he
was kind and understanding
Now,
always at work…and always a jerk
he’s
become so damn demanding
Where
did he go, she’d liked to know
a
true Jekyl and Mr Hyde
Feeling
much like an amusement
an
occasional carnival ride
She
looks around his castle, she’s the Queen of all of this
she
gets to wash his clothes and wipe his nose
The
Queen of Domestic Bliss
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FURNITURE
e.sam
parker3
Do
you view me as an object
…a
dresser or a shelf
Can
you see me as a person
…with
worth, a sense of self
Am I a trophy
or a trinket
a prized
possession, a keepsake
Something you
choose to
play with
A toy while
you’re awake
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Every
Time (You Come To Mind)
E. Sam Parker
I still think of you every now and then…
Thoughts of long ago…of way back when
It warms my heart…deep within
…every time you come to mind
There’s a special place I keep you in
Reserved for lovers, reserved for friends
The line between them fades and blends
…every time you come to mind
Every time you come to mind…
My heart…stops……for a moment
My world…….stops…for a moment
Every time…you come to mind
The world keeps right on turning
And life’s lessons I keep learning
And I still deal with the yearning
…every
time …you come to mind
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Somewhere Down
the Road
Somewhere down the road
I’ll find what I am after
I’ll embrace the chase
slow down the pace
pausing for the laughter
I’ll take in the view
enjoying old and new
and appreciate the years
The blood and sweat
and not forget
the endless flow of tears
Somewhere down the road
countless miles ahead
no more second thoughts
of what I should have done instead
I’ll find true balance
and lasting peace
all my worrying will finally cease
I’ll lay down my heavy load
somewhere down the road
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Not
Sure I’d Want To Try
E Sam Parker
He wonders what
she’d think
wonders what she’d do
If she ever
found out
if she ever knew
She’s been
his only lover
well, that’s
not entirely true
He wonders what
she’d think
wonders what
she’d do
If before I met
you
should it
matter what I did
The lost and
found, passed around
antics of a kid
If I dared, if
I shared
would you
prefer I’d kept it hid
I wonder what you’d really think
if you knew just what I did
Moments from
the past…return…now and then
recalling
precious moments …of lovers and of friends
Feelings we
once shared…may never come again
but some
moments from the past…return…now and then
I can’t
change who I was
not sure I’d
want to try
Is not telling
you the whole truth
really living
with a lie
Some things
I’ve done, for love or fun
are not a part
of you and I
I can’t
change who I was
I’m not sure
I’d want to try
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Lady
In The Corner
E Sam Parker
She’s a lady in the corner
and
she’s not sure what to do
Cling
to what she has
or
reach for something new
She’s
always been a lady
but
she’s wanting so much more
She
wants to jump out of the window
run
out of the door
For now,
she’s in the corner
with
a grip upon the floor
She’s
a lady in the corner
but
she’s wanting so much more
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I’m
Not The Man
E. Sam Parker
I’m not the man I used to be
the reason, just
because
I’m not the
man I used to be
perhaps, I never
was
I remember being
faster, stronger
so smooth, so
debonair
I remember being
a ladies man
I remember
having hair
I recall being
invincible
a true man among
men
Remembering
things I never did
and things
I’ll never do again
Funny how the
years add up
as we hurry into
slow
We wonder where
the good times went
where did those
good times go
Recalling
friends both now and then
and how they
came to change
Defying
explanation
they went from
close to strange
How can that be,
I’m the same ole me
I’m just the
way I was
But I’m not
the man I used to be
perhaps,
I never was
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Ink Spots
E. Sam
Parker
Tattoos
are merely ink spots
made
by tiny little pricks
These
little pricks
don’t
really hurt much
But
they sure get your attention
Hmmm...
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Bullet
On The Table
E. Sam Parker
There’s a bullet on the table
A gun is in his hand
He’s had all that he can handle
Much more than he can stand
He’s thinking about the moment
Form-u-lating his plan
For the bullet on the table
For the gun that’s in his hand
Is
this to be…. how it all will end
Alone without
….alone within
Without a lover
….without a friend
Starring at the
bullet on the table
High expectations
Stressed out to the max
It’s not ability
But confidence he lacks
His train has pulled out
And he’s laid down on the tracks
Starring at the bullet on the table
Is
this to be…. how it all will end
Alone without
….alone within
Without a lover
….without a friend
Starring at the
bullet on the table
We’ve all held the bullet
We’ve all taken aim
Some aim to please…
Some just point the blame
Some spend their whole life
Caught up in the game
Starring at the bullet on the table
Don’t
let this be…. how it all will end
Alone without
….alone within
Without a lover
….without a friend
Starring at the
bullet on the table
Starring at the
bullet on the table
Starring
at the bullet on the table
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Click
One out of six—click, one out of five
One of us won’t leave this table alive
One of us won’t have to worry no more
Click, sigh, one out of four
I can’t recall just why we are here
A case of honor, a case of beer
We neither one blink, we show no fear
I just can’t recall why we are here
There’s one bullet to contend with
Did I dare you or you dare me
Only one bullet—click,
Now, one chance in three
One chance in three—is it you or me
If I quit now, what would you do
I don’t want to play—don’t want to die today
Click, …one chance in two
Oh my God, we’ve taken this to the edge
We’re on top of the world, standing out on the ledge
With one more pull, our fate will be known
One will walk away—one mind will be blown
This is silly, it’s taken on a life of its own…
Click
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Coffee Cup
E Sam Parker
Staring in a
coffee cup…caught up in a dream
watching my
life swirl by…or perhaps it’s just the cream
There’s more
to life than meets the eye…
…I think of
when’s…I think of why’s…
staring in a
coffee cup…caught up in a dream
What ifs and
maybes fill my plate…
…can’t help but think a bit too late
its not sour
grapes………
but spilt milk comes to mind
Its been so
long since I called home….
…wonder if
they still think how much I’ve grown
things sure
look different out on your own
Staring in a coffee cup…caught up in a dream
You can stare
at your reflection…
or look through the bottom of the cup
wonder which
way is right…wonder which end is up
Sometimes in
total silence…you can hear the loudest scream…
Staring in my
coffee cup…caught up in a dream
You can wonder
where you’re going…
wonder where you’ve been
wonder if
there’s reason to go that way again
contemplate for
hours forgotten names…remembered friends
…ask the
waitress for the specials…see just what she recommends
it’s all so
very simple…yet never what it seems
staring in a coffee cup...caught up in a dream
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Dirty
Old Man
E. Sam Parker
Every now and then…I still think back to when
…and it puts a smile on my face
A real rock-n-roller…a midnight stroller
…I ran a much faster race
Now I don’t run quite so fast…my motor's slowed…and
I’m low on gas
Eeeyyee-ballin ladies as they walk past
…and think of things I used to do
…I’m just a dirty old man…dirty old man
I still do some drinkin’ …eyeballin and winkin
I love long legs and short, short skirts
Blondes, brunettes and redheads……tenny bops and
dead-heads
…trashy women who love to flirt
I may not be all that I used to be…
But I damn sure enjoy my fantasies…I know there’s
lots of guys just like me
I’m just a dirty old man……
* I’m a dirty old man…and that’s okay
…I wouldn’t want it any other way
I still love the ladies…love to have a good time
If not in person…at least in my mind
Well, my hair’s getting thinner…n- I don’t miss
many dinners
… I can’t stay up and party all night
Can’t go from dusk till dawn…but don’t get me wrong
…I’ll go until I get you right
You can think what you want…think what you will
Call me an old man…call me over the hill
I still like to have a real good time
…if not in person…at least in my mind
I’m just a dirty old man…….just a dirty old man
*
Just
a dirty old man…doing the best I can
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SECRETS
E. Sam Parker
We all
have secrets
things
better off not shared
Things
that would alter friendships
if you
ever dared
It’s
not that you’re so different
some
things are better off not shared
Some
secrets are for keeping
some
should not be shared
Not
really on the dark side
but
surely shades of gray
You
wonder if they’d really
care
would
they turn away
If you
ever shared your secrets
what
would they really say
Some
secrets are for keeping
regardless
of what they say
Oh you
can tell me, it’s okay,
after
all, I’m your best friend
If you
want to feel without
simply
let them feel within
Some
secrets are for Keeping
accept
it and move on
Some
secrets are for keeping
and some
make friendships…
gone
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The Man Down The
Hall
E Sam Parker
He must have had his reasons…
…just didn’t
want to share
I’m sure there
were people he could’ve talked to
some agency out
there
He was
always…just around…
…but never
really there…
…that odd
little man…the man down the hall
Paper says his
name was Jimmy…
…hmm, I always
called him Fred
Sometimes he
would speak…
I can’t recall
a word he said
…there was
always something…I needed to do instead…
…of talking to
the man…the man down the hall
Who would have
ever thought
surely no one
could foresee
the paper said
the man was dead
…they found a
note that just said free
I wonder what
that meant…I wonder indeed
about the
man……the man down the hall
They say that he
had lived here for almost seven years
pictured with a
moustache …I always thought he had a beard
…an odd little
man…that no one really feared
I wonder why he
did it...
…the man down
the hall
Damn – the
forecast calls for rain…and I just washed my car
I see they
finally signed that pitcher…a real true superstar
The market’s
up…well that’s good news…
…I thought for
sure it’d fall
Too bad about
old Fred……
…the man down
the hall
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YOU
E Sam Parker
(For My Father)
It doesn’t
seem to matter where I am…or what I do
I’m forever
drawn to the loving thought of you
You’re with me
morning, noon and night…indeed, the whole day through
…I’m caught
up in the memory…the memory of you
…you
Too much to
understand…too much to comprehend
so much more
than inspiration…so much more than just a friend
somewhere down
the road…I hope I see your face again
I’m caught up
in your memory…your memory…till then…
I’m caught up
in the memory…the memory of you
…you
You changed my
way of thinking…you opened up my eyes
Still a thousand
questions….and tear-stained alibis
We may never
know the reasons…we may never know the whys
A heart that
doesn’t love…is a heart that surely dies
…with the
memory of you…you
…the memory of
you
For too many
years I let you go…now, with deep regret
Lost moments,
precious moments…forever gone…and yet
I treasure all
the memories…and vow never to forget
Although I knew
you all that time…I’m glad we finally met
…I’m
thankful for the memories...
…my memories
of you
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If You Only Knew Me
If you only
knew me…wonder what you’d think
wonder if
you’d like me…or pour me down the sink
Would I be the
kind of person…that you’ve been looking for
or would you
always be searching…for just a little more
…if you only
knew me
Could I make
you happy…morning, noon and night
would I be the
image in your mind…when we turned off the light
Would you be
glad to see me…embracing the sunrise
could I hold
your interest…intrigued by sweet surprise
…if you only
knew me
*If…you only
knew me…if I really knew you
could we really
be a couple…could we really be two
…if you only
knew me……if I only knew you
First
impressions…shared confessions…crossing over the line
would you share
your feelings…would you honor mine
If I made the
first move…would you let me in
Could you
care…would you dare…I wonder what you’d do…
…if you only
knew me...if I only knew you
*If…you only
knew me…if I really knew you
could we really
be a couple…could we really be two
…if you only
knew me……if I only knew you
**One hundred
million questions…
…flashing
through my mind
…seeking out
answers…so very hard to find
countless
possibilities…wonder what you’d do…
…if you only
knew me……if I only knew you
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Shades of Gray
e sam parker
It’s not always so simple….sad to say…but true
Sometimes the right choice….depends on right for you
Sometimes….there’s no direction….you have to choose
your own way
Sometimes …all you have…are shades of gray
Shades of gray….blur the edges…..that blend from
black to white
They cover up the difference between wrong and right
Stop and go …yes and no…often fade clear out of sight
…and all that’s left…are shades of gray
Shades of gray…..shades of gray….
All that’s left…are shades of gray
Liars and lovers….look the same beneath the covers
But in the morning light……..true colors start to show
Passion Red goes to your head…as true blue fades away
…and all that’s left……..are shades of gray
Shades of gray…..shades of gray….
All that’s left…are shades of gray
Shades of gray….blur the edges…..that blend from
black to white
They cover up the difference between wrong and right
Stop and go …yes and no…often fade clear out of sight
…and all that’s left…are shades of gray
…all that’s left….are shades of gray
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Let
It Go
Caught up in tug of war….remembering childhood things
Can’t seem to find the peace of mind…adulthood’s
supposed to bring
I still try to slay the dragons…I still try to scale
the wall
I still want to be the hero………standing 10 feet tall
I need to let it go………need to let it go
I need to let go of the demons…need to let go of the
pain
Need to step into the sunshine…come in from rain
Need to change out of my wet clothes…put on something
dry
Stop searching for reasons…stop looking for whys
I need to let it go………need to let it go
Let it go….if it’s not helping…let it go the best
you can
Some things in this life …we’ll never understand
Some times you’ve just got to …let it go
We’ve all got our closets….our crosses to bear
We’ve all got dark secrets…we’ve all got our share
We’ve all got questions…a thousand times asked
Sometimes the best answer…is to leave it in the past
Let it go……just let it go
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My
Mind
There’s a
place I often go….the path to which, few people know
sometimes, I’m
not so sure… I know myself
A secret
place…of space… and time
it’s not so
much…but it’s all mine
it’s the one
thing I don’t owe to someone else
my mind
When all else fades to shades of gray
it’s where I
dance the night away
sometimes I know
the words…sometimes I just hum
No one else can
come inside…
it’s where my
inner thoughts reside
seldom shared
they often hide
deep within my
mind
my mind
Do you wonder
what I’m thinking
I wonder what
you’re thinking too
Ain’t it nice
to have a secret
that’s only
known by you
I can love…and
I can hate
fantasize,
anticipate
whatever I
need……….I’ve got
I can win…I
can lose
I can bleed and
I can bruise
it’s the only
place I can be all that I’m not
my mind
Sometimes
dark…and sometimes distant
I can be a bit
resistant
I know what I
like…and then, don’t know a thing
Always searching
for peace of mind
not really sure
just where to find
..it comes…and
goes
much like the
night
Do
you wonder what I’m thinking…
I wonder what
you’re thinking too
Ain’t it nice
to have a secret
that’s only
known by you
in a world of
contradiction
facing mental
crucifixion
I don’t have a
hammer…but own plenty of nails
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Its
Been Good
e.samparker
As I look back
upon my days……I’ve enjoyed the many ways
…my life has
gone from there…to here
Although I
don’t know where its going…I’ve truly enjoyed growing
…and I’d
like to make this one point…very clear
..Its been
good……life’s been good
…through the
ups…and through the downs
…through the
squares…and pass arounds…
through the
lost…and through the founds
…life’s been
good……It’s been good
It hasn’t
always been a piece of cake…
…sometimes
hurry …sometimes
wait
sometimes…it
been heartache…and sometimes pain…
Sometimes my
fingers have been burned…
…sometimes
hard lessons have been learned
but you
know…I’d do it all again…
It’s been
good…yes,…its been good
Its been
good…not always great
Sometimes early
…sometimes late
…Sometimes
luck…sometimes fate…
but always
times…oh what times
I’ve learned a
little…forgot a lot
…so very
thankful for all I’ve got
enjoyed the
haves…and the have nots
yes, its been
good…its been good
Through the
thick…and through the thin
sometimes you
lose…sometimes you win
you find a
lover…you find a friend
you find a
reason
Things keep
changing everyday…
…some debts
you owe...some, you just pay
We change faces
along the way…just like the seasons
Through love and
life… till death…
I choose to
cherish every breath…
…and try to
live my life…the way I feel I should
treat others
with respect….now and then stop…to reflect
thankful for
life's many blessings…I tell ya…its been good
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I Haven’t Got
There Yet
There are days when I remember
things I need just to forget
I’m really getting better
but I haven’t got there yet
I haven’t got there yet
lord knows how hard I’ve tried
When I said I’d gotten over you
I lied
We shared a special kind of love
for many, many years
But love became a kind of game
too often masked in tears
You indeed controlled the strings
like no one I’d ever met
I’m trying hard to get over you
but I haven’t got there yet
You’re not that easy to forget
lord knows how I’ve tried
I used to really love you
but that love has long since died
I try to turn the other cheek
to forgive and to forget
I’m doing so much better
But I haven’t got there yet
You danced on my emotions
like a ship upon the ocean
Your mood changing with the tide
Like a fool I let you
now I can’t forget you
God knows how much I’ve tried
The games we played
mistakes we made
deep cuts and true regret
I’m doing so much better
I just haven’t got there yet
e
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Hands
of Time
E. Sam Parker
We
don't see eye to eye
but
still see heart to heart
Our
lives are different now
we've
drifted far apart
You
don't seem to understand me
and
I say the same of you
we
talk in circles now
afraid
to speak the truth
You
were my guiding light
you taught me right from wrong
A caring and gentle man
never
weak, always strong
You've
always been my hero
though never a superman
Your silent way of loving
took me years to understand
Now I wish I could turn back the hands of time
To when I was your best friend
and
you dear Dad were mine
Our
lives are oh so different now
the
truth, so hard to find
How
I wish I could turn back
Turn
back the hands of time
You
seldom said I love you
though
I could see it in your eyes
A
man of dreams
of
thoughts and things
who
found peace in compromise
The
years have changed us both
but
the feeling's still remain
It's
so hard to see the Son
when
you're caught up in the rain
In
memory of my Dad
...and the stormy weather
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In
The Dark of Night
For
a second…she was back there...and
her world, …again at peace
The fussing and
the fighting… magically had ceased
For a
moment…it was as if… all was really right
…and then,
just as quickly, …it vanished with the light –
it all vanished
with the light
A
small lamp on the nightstand…… but still enough to see
This wasn’t
what she wanted……or where she wished to be
In the dark of
the night… we try so very hard to see
The person we
dream of…our fantasy
It’s your own
special place… when you just imagine the face…
In the dark…of
the night
In the dark of
the night
In the dark of
night…wrong or right… is just a state of mind
So
much easier to just pretend… love is really blind
With eyes wide
shut………and a wishful heart
…we
prefer…to dim the light
Things look so
much better…… in the dark of the night
In the light of
day… we turn away –
some, turn the other cheek
The truth, so
very hard to find… when the voice…chooses not to speak
We play the
game…it’s such a shame…losing sight of wrong and right
Preferring to
enjoy the view...seen in the dark of night
e
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Solitude
Solitude
ain’t lonely, it’s just alone
No need for company, no need for phone
No need for acceptance, no need to fit in
No need for the games, when you have no need to win
Solitude ain’t lonely, when you just need some air
It doesn’t mean you’re not friendly,
It doesn’t mean you don’t care
It’s a private little journey that no one else can
share
Solitude ain’t lonely
When you choose to go there
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 Special Moment
I did not see it coming
I guess no one really could
They both seemed so very happy
Everything seemed as it should
Every detail well attended
I’s were dotted, T’s were crossed
It was a moment to remember
A total disregard for cost
All the families had gathered
Sitting to the left and right
It was a beautiful occasion
A prenuptial delight
They stood before the alter
The room was all a glow
She said yes, till death do us part
He said, sorry, no
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 What Then
When the love stops, what then
When you’ve reached the point
You can no longer pretend
When the love of your life
is no more than a friend,
what then
When the dreams fade
When the colors all turn gray
When you mumble and stumble for the
right words to say
When daydreams become your only way out
When you're so full of resentment,
so full of self-doubt
What then
Where do you go…
What do you say
When right before your eyes
You realize it’s all gone astray
It’s all gone astray
Come apart at the seams
A pocket full of empty promises
And a heart full of broken dreams
What then
Turn the page
Make a choice
Find a new song
Find yourself a new voice
Take control and patch the hole where your dreams were falling through
A brand new start can mend a broken heart
It’s true………It’s up to you…
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Every
Now And Then
He’s standing on the edge…looking over the side
wondering what his next move should be
standing on the edge, looking over the side
hoping that no one can see
He’s lost and confused…and he feels so abused
but he doesn’t want to make a fuss
He’s any man, he’ every man…
He’s anything but a superman,
He could easily be…any one of us
He does all that he can to live life as he should
He believes in the golden rule….believes in doing good
He believes that what goes around…truly comes around
…and lord, here it comes a-gain
He’s any man…he’s every man
At least… every now and then
*Any one of us…could be out
there on the ledge…looking over the side
Any one of us…could be in his shoes…longing for a
place to hide
One roll of the dice, one spin of the wheel…one bad
shuffle, one bad deal
Any man…every man…knows how it feels…
at least…every now and then
We all get those feelings now and then
Sometimes from business, a lover or friend
No matter what you say or do…you just can’t win
At least… that’s the way it seems…………every
now and then
It’s a good thing every day the sun comes up
it gives us another chance to fill our cup
another chance to clean our plate
another chance to erase our slate
Every single day is a day brand new…with the hope of
starting again
We all need a second chance…at least every now and then
*Any one of us…could be out there on the
ledge…looking over the side
Any one of us…could be in his shoes…longing for a
place to hide
One roll of the dice, one spin of the wheel…one bad
shuffle, one bad deal
Any man…every man…knows how it feels…
at
least…every now and then
E. Sam Parker
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Thoughts of
You
esamparker
Without warning, there you
are—on my mind again
Thoughts of you as lover—memories of you as friend
Some thoughts are for sharing,
and some, better kept within
Thoughts of you as lover—memories of you as friend
How we’re remembered, if
we’re remembered
Those we choose to forget
Memories tethered to treasured times
Memories anchored to regret
Recollections, deep
reflections surface now and then
Thoughts of you as lover—memories of you as friend
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Sorry
On the desk lay a piece of paper
and an old ball-point pen
He would sit and stare at them for hours
Well, every now and then
He’d stare right through the paper
and the one word written there
Sorry was the word,
sorry was the stare
He often thought he’d found the words,
thought he knew just what to say
Then he’d sit down at the desk
and the words would fly away
Putting down the pen and paper,
tomorrow’s another day
He’d sit staring at the one word
that he knew he had to say.
Sorry was the only word
that ever came to mind
He was sorry, truly sorry
but simply could not find the time
No time to ponder
just the right words to say
He’d think a bit, he’d get back to it,
tomorrow’s another day
Another day came and went,
many, many times
The church bells in the distance
rang a haunting chime
Now too late to make amends,
too late, all out of time
He sat staring at the one word
now forever on his mind
Sorry.
E.
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Woulda,
Coulda, Shoulda Been
E. Sam Parker3
Woulda, coulda, shoulda beens…
Invade my thoughts now and then
Things I did…or wish I’d done
…some life changing, some…just fun
Memories of lovers and of old friends
And those woulda, coulda, shoulda beens
Second guessing is itself a game
…reliving choices, diverting blame
Embellishing moments, enhancing tales
Small ponds to lakes, minnows to whales
Not sure why I feel the need
To open wounds and let them bleed
Rethink thoughts best left alone
Dig up skeletons and rattle bones
Funny how we recall life
A pin-prick now a bowie knife
A second-glance, a lover’s stare
Truth be told, no one cares
Those thoughts belong back in the past
Who cares if you finished first or last
Now is the only time to track
Nothing gained by looking back
Still, we go there…now and then
To
those woulda, coulda, shoulda beens
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Like
It Was yesterday
The touch – your embrace
The look upon your face
I remember…like it was yesterday
Things we used to do
The way it all seemed brand new
I remember…like it was yesterday
Like it was yesterday
Your memory warms my heart
Like it was yesterday
Though miles and miles apart
I remember
I remember…like it was yesterday
Days, months, years, tears
They come, they go, they flow
The thought of you stays on mind
I only hope you know
I remember…like it was yesterday
Like it was yesterday
I remember
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Direction
If I told you—If I dared to, I wonder what you’d say
Would you embrace me, could you face me…
…or would you turn and walk away
Some things are better left unknown
Some sides are better never shown
Some rocks are better never thrown
Glass houses—best left empty
Paths that cross…and paths that bend
Some paths never cross again
We discard lovers…we forget friends
As we move on down the road
Some roads are made to travel fast
Some with caution, you dare not pass
Some built with pride and made to last
Still others seldom taken
We choose our path, though some say no
We choose to stop, we choose to go
We set the speed from fast to slow
But more importantly, direction
E Sam Parker
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Prisoner
of Love
She’s faithful and committed
though she
sometimes wonders why
But
she’d never raise the issue
least not eye
to eye
Her
wings were clipped
her freedom
snipped,
he’s a most
possessive man
 She
loves him, she truly loves him
but he’s so
hard to understand
She
wants to love him with all her heart
but he just
won’t let her in
She
stays on call…just down the hall
summoned, now
and then
It’s
not that he doesn’t love her
he loves as
best he can
He
was raised to show no weakness
he was raised
to be a man
A man, just like his father
and his father
before that
A man shows no real emotion
problems, kept beneath his hat
It
was how he had always been
she thought,
once married, he’d let her in
He’d
started to, now and then
but remembered
his upbringing
She
would settle for his devotion
it was what he
had to give
It
wasn’t how she wanted it
but it was how
she chose to live
A
prisoner in a sense
her hands, tied
behind her tight
He’d
probably never ever change
but she hoped
someday, he might
…she hoped
someday he might
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DAD
E. Sam Parker
I miss you Dad, the times we had
…and the
times we never shared
Waters raged
beneath our bridge,
still I knew how much you cared
Life got
complicated,
communication all but ceased
We both had
our demons
you, the larger beast
Lines in the
sand, we both took stands
both in places we belong
Sadly
separated,
two rights that were so wrong
Opportunities
passed us by
I’ll never truly know just why
Still to
this day, sometimes I cry
over answers I’ll never know
God, damn
pride for all it’s worth
lessons taught from day of birth
Lines we
drew, walls we built
years of wondering, pondering guilt
Family ties,
worn like a noose
strangling those who did not cut loose
Cut loose
suggests that one was free
that wasn’t true, least not for me
I could not
escape the guilt and pain
it filled my heart, it burnt my brain
It spread
like poison, crippling the soul
unnoticed by most, it took its toll
I’ve cried
myself beyond the tears
and learned to live with the pain
There are no
answers to be had
only redirecting blame
But blame is
not the issue
nor has it ever been
Dad, you are
the one place
I can never go again
I miss you
Dad, the times we had
and the times we never shared
the years we should have shared
I truly miss
you Dad
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 Back of the Bus
When I was young,
it’s where we’d go
so the driver couldn’t see
Thinking we were cool
acting a fool…
I was young, white, and free
I didn’t know of segregation
I couldn’t understand the fuss
How could blacks complain
about the back end of the bus
I still can’t truly comprehend
Just how it was for blacks back then
Separate bathrooms, separate bars,
Food served out of separate jars
Separate counters, separate schools
Hatred born and bred by fools
My father’s father, his father too
Sadly shared this point of view
They taught their daughters and their sons
That whites were indeed the chosen ones
Ignorance breeds ignorance
And that all stops here
I won’t be a part of the ignorance and fear
Some sit back and enjoy the ride
While others gladly steer
But that bus is no longer welcomed
No, that bus no longer stops here
E. Sam Parker
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In The Dark
E. Sam Parker
It’s cold and dark inside my heart
darker still inside my mind
I go to places I can’t share
places others never find
A hateful place, a scary place
full of regret, full of despair
The other side of who I am
lives a man I dare not share
A black hole deep inside my soul
a journey without choice
The demon screams in silent rage
I am driven by the voice
Let me out, let me go
God, how did I get here
I’ve asked the question a thousand times
the answer, never clear
Some doors we do not open
some boxes, best kept closed
There are things about our lives
better no one ever knows
We all have a dark place
we all have another side
Most seem to control it
most take it all in stride
Wish I were so lucky
truth is, I have no control
It takes me when it wants me
pulling me deep into the hole
Leaving me alone in the dark
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Different
E. Sam
Parker
We’re
not the same – not even close
Perhaps
that is what I enjoy most
Eye-to-eye
and heart-to-heart
And
yet so different right from the start
Different
tastes and different styles
Different
thoughts, yet, all the while…
Loving
It
makes no sense, we both agree
Me
loving you, you loving me
And
yet it’s right where we both should be
It’s
where we both belong
Loving
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My
Sun
E.
Sam Parker
My
daughter looked up and asked me
Her
question caught me by surprise
I could see she needed an answer
From
the
want
within her eyes,
She asked,
Do you ever regret
never
having a son
Do
you ever wish I was a boy
Do
you ever wish I was your son
My
heart sank for a moment
Then warmed with such a glow
I
smiled and said, my daughter
There
is something you should know
You
are my sun, my moon and stars
You’re
the brightest light I see
You
are the best thing in my life
You’re
everything to me
Yes,
I wanted a little boy
But
God gave us so much more
He
gave us a special daughter
To
love and to adore
You
are my Sun, and like the sun
You
are at the center of my world
I
thank God each and every day
That
he gave me a little girl
You
truly are my Sun
For the Sun in my life, my daughter,
Tina
Louise parker
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Her Hand
E. Sam Parker3
She placed her hand in mine
and I began to melt
A sensation like no other
like nothing ever
felt
My heart, warmed with every
beat
My life, somehow now complete
Words can not do justice
Nor can I express
The joy, the love, the
emotion
Her life, my happiness
Her Mother and I made her
But she made our lives complete
Nothing ever tasted
Could
ever be so sweet
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M
E N
E. Sam Parker3
Men don’t share
We don’t dare
Why, because we’re Men
It would be a sign of vulnerability
If we let someone else in
Men don’t share
Because we’re Men
We suck it up
We keep it in
We stand alone
Or at least pretend
Why, because we’re Men
Foolish, foolish, men
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She Opened Up
The Door
E. Sam Parker3
She opened up the door and I stepped in
A place I’d often dreamt of, but never ever been
No, not as a lover, but as a very special friend
She opened up the door and I stepped in
She looked within and beyond herself--A joy for me to
see
A woman, lovely woman, realizing her possibilities
Like a feather in the wind, she rose high above the
breeze
Setting sail in deep blue waters, drifting through
unchartered seas
I drank her like a fine red wine, savoring every drop
Engrossed in her reflections, hoping they would never
stop
Her words filled my heart and filled my mind, right to
the top
I drank her like a fine wine, savoring every drop
Few understand real sharing; it’s a road not many
know
The openness, the caring…the willingness to grow
The vulnerability of daring…to let your feelings
show
To care enough to share…to bask in inner glow
She opened up the door and she opened up my mind
To feel, to hear, to see, things I thought I’d never
find
She opened up my heart in ways I simply can’t
explain
The love and the laughter, the heartache and the pain
She opened up the door
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 Trying
When my daddy said goodbye
it made my mommy cry
She started crying again yesterday
Two men came to the door
I’d never seen those uniforms before
They weren’t like the one daddy wore
when he went away
Mommy sent me out to play
And when the two men drove away
Mommy looked like she’d been crying
I’m not sure what was wrong
Mommy said we must be strong
I’m not sure why, but for Mommy
I’m trying
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T U R N S
esamparker3
There are turns that we make
Directions we take
And detours along the way
Some roads are narrow
Some straight as an arrow
And some only go one way
Some enjoy travel
Some truly unravel
Some simply haven’t a clue
Some like to steer
Some sit in the rear
While others just take in the view
I like to drive
I feel so alive
When I’m behind the wheel
I choose my direction
Make my selection
It’s then that I truly feel real
I don’t follow well
You can probably tell
A lesson I chose not to learn
I don’t mind taking chances
Enjoy the fire dances
And yes, I’m occasionally burned
When you dance in the fire
The flames get much higher
I gain pleasure when on the hot seat
I enjoy the race
Enjoy the fast pace
I’m happiest when I compete
I don’t need to beat you
My opponent is me
A very good lesson to learn
I give it my best
That’s my only test
The proof, the direction I turn
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The
Last Shot Fired
E. Sam Parker
When
the lines were drawn
We
were full of brawn
And
both eager for a fight
Two
wrongs convinced
Each,
the only right
The
battle raged
We
both aged
The
lines began to blur
We
knew we were still angry
The
reason though unsure
Out
of control
War
took its toll
Pride
now the only prize
Then
the truth of our ignorance
Hit
me right between the eyes
You
died.
The
last shot fired fell silent
No
more fighting, no more war
No
answer to the question
What
were we fighting for
The
last shot fired was deadly
Silently
ripping me apart
When
you fired the last shot
Your
silence broke my heart
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