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Allen Smuckler Nov 2010
Anatomically sound, befitting a king
swaying alertly in the waves, I sing.
Hearts, at sea, floundering and pounding
against the cavity of my chest, astounding.

V-Day arriving, and leaving without me
swimming with shellfish and sharks at sea.
Satisfying love’s unique quality,
and breathlessly waiting for me to be we.

Tortuously lying in the keel’s utter mist
waves exploding above, below and amidst.
contemplating all that I ever wished,
remembering when, at first we last kissed.

V-Day, a special enchanting display,
lovingly speeding, though slightly astray.
Wishing you love in a happiness way,
throughout a belated Valentine’s Day.
February 15, 2009
Allen Smuckler Nov 2010
what a way to end a year
nothing in the way but cheer
but then a few... words of doubt
just to check my feelings out...

how could things become so wrong
left me loving here so long
those words of doubt were only me
learning how to be a we...

and now you’re gone, left for good
in my head... I thought you should
though my heart would disagree
and wish your eyes could really see...

the pain I suffer everyday
wishing you would come my way
holding hands and making love
God is watching from above...

walking on the rooted path
lying in our steamy bath
kissing lips that feel so fresh
In the room our bodies mesh...

My every thought... is of you
oneness turning into two
I cried this day about our fate
and pray dear lord it’s not too late...
May 7, 2010
Allen Smuckler Nov 2010
She disappeared
     what seems like eons;
I miss her everyday.
     Carefree... flamboyant
      reckless and tortured.
She grasped for solitude.

She disappeared
     for who knows how long;
but time is running out.
     Each day grows shorter,
      and I’m no smarter.
I wait for her return.

She disappeared
     from body and soul;
for no apparent reason.
      She flew up...grew up
       and found her airway.
She left me in her wake.

She disappeared
      I wailed and puled;
hey wait, it’s me you flee.
       But the look of her pain
   and the shame in my heart
were really both the same.

She left
and disappeared from sight;
her name scrolled in the sand.
       She disappeared
    and won’t come home,
til carefree days are here.
Written: April 18, 2000
with some revisions on June 1, 2010
Allen Smuckler Oct 2010
We stopped in the
whispy city,
the hippy boy and me.
We thought of the
good times and bad,
and encouraged our minds
to be free.

We came upon a drifter
a ***** old man and
his wife.
We never felt the distance,
though imagined their life
without strife.

But where can we be
today
alone in our world
side by side.
We thought about
loving good times
so great and yet
we cried.

Reenter the crispy-
like city,
snow covered,
serene & oblique.
We wandered around
with no purpose,
an oasis that just
sprung a leak.

And who never fought
the war,
the angular, meaningless
scourge.
We found all the cities
amuck,
and all we could sing
was good luck.

So who never sang
the song,
that glorious, soulful
olio.
Just me and that young
hippy boy,
while nobody else
really cared.
January 7, 2001
Allen Smuckler Oct 2010
Too **** cold
at the Pawley Resort.
No reason to distort,
gotta be bold
(I said to myself).

I needed to be
south of here.
Cracked open a beer,
decided to flee.
(I thought to myself).

Left at 12 noon
instead of ten.
Did not know when,
only knew soon
(I assured myself).

Deerfield Beach
on the left side coast.
10 p.m. at the most
not otta reach
(I prayed to myself).

Roasting and toasting
I lie by the pool.
Mom raised no fool,
wistful and coasting
(I grinned to myself).
January 29, 2009
Allen Smuckler Oct 2010
November 10, 1969                             (Revised) June 15, 2009

Catch the sun in your hands                Catch the rays of sun
throw it upwards                                 in your hands, throw it upward;
and love for eternity.                             and love for eternity!
same sun...different year
same eternity...different love
Allen Smuckler Oct 2010
November 10, 1969                 (Revised) June 15, 2009

Time should fill your            Time should fill your life;
life up to the ultimate             upon the ultimate peak
Peak of love                              find love and beauty.
and beauty.
November 10, 1969 (age 20)
June 15, 2009 (revision) - age 59
same poem....different time
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