Alice always wanted you. She wanted what you have.
If she was a tree, she would be bursting with fruit.
The hornets and the bees
would lick and suck the juice.
Cause she wanted what you have.
But you never went down that path
not even for a laugh.
No, you never went down that path.
If she were a river,
she would flood her banks.
And you, in your little boat,
you’d never get any thanks.
Cause she wanted what you have.
But you never went down that path,
not even for a laugh.
No, you never went down that path.
If Alice were money,
you’d never lack for cash.
She with all her mammon,
you never saw someone so fast.
Cause she wanted what you have.
But you never went down that path,
not even for a laugh.
No, you never went down that path,
no, you never went down that path.
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Paris Honeymoon
I spent the day in Paris
and walked up the Metro steps
into the chestnut caress.
It was my honeymoon in Paris,
my miele de lune in Paris.
I spent the night is Paris,
in a walk-up in le Marais.
I didn’t really know where I was.
I had to ask the concierge.
She took me up the stairs
by the light of the minuterie,
my honeymoon night in Paris.
A week by then in Paris,
in the old train station,
Gare de Nord de Paris.
I ran into James Mason.
To this day, he swears,
we only talked schedules and fares.
Even though I knew, it was
my honeymoon in Paris.
It was my honeymoon in Paris,
even though, I was all alone.
No loving arms, no kisses shared,
my treasure trove unknown.
Dark it was, my honeymoon in Paris.
Sixteen years absent from Paris.
Two daughters sans Mother.
And now I was a widower
thinking of my life
in the middle of a honeymoon is Paris.
And who will come to share it?
Time came again for Paris,
Spring of ninety two.
Came a time to cherish,
came a time to woo.
I met the one that I call dearest,
and now we’re on out honeymoon,
a honeymoon at last, in Paris.
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Ranier
There are blueberries here.
We’ll eat a few.
The air is clear.
We rest on this rock
and enjoy the view.
There are few worries near.
Yet I turn to you,
and brush back a tear.
I sense you feel him, too.
As we talk and remember
in front of Ranier.
We see it now, just overhead.
Soaring so free, wings outspread.
And look below, there, a cougar.
It sees us, I’m sure.
The sun is getting low,
it’s almost time for us to go.
Near is he who bears our fear.
We know it’s true.
(A truth not heard by any ear.)
The wind and sun have given us
this clue:
When we come back,
he will be here.
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Diamonds and Pearls
O, the eighties,
and the ladies, who used to be girls;
and the fathers,
and the daughters,
like diamonds and pearls.
O, the ages,
and the pages, that everyone turns;
and the families,
and the memories
like diamonds and pearls.
Diamonds and pearls,
diamonds and pearls.
Husbands and wives,
diamonds and pearls.
O, the savior,
that He gave us,
who lived in this world.
Ask the spirit,
will he hear it?
He’ll hear diamonds and pearls.
Diamonds and pearls,
diamonds and pearls.
Living and life,
diamonds and pearls.
Timothy Stricker
c 12/12/2015
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Wish wife
My wife is not my wife.
She’s walking down the hall,
looking for my name.
She’s just a picture in a frame.
My bride is not my bride,
she’s lost the key, and is locked inside.
My dearest friend is not my friend.
Wet toes walking in the sand.
Against you only have I sinned.
My friend is there, but where?
My wife is not my wife.
Though we are old,
she is the wife of my youth.
She has the eyes of a dove,
she’s the one that my soul loves.
My wife is not my wife.
She is my youth and old age.
My wife is not my wife.
She is my life.
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Sheila Lynn
Sheila Lynn, my best friend.
You took me in, and anew we begin. Sheila Lynn.
For a man must leave his mother, he must
take himself a wife, he must leave her for no other,
he must love her all his life.
Sheila Lynn. My best friend.
A woman can provide some comfort
in a man’s lonely life. A woman can
provide some comfort when he takes
her for his wife.
Sheila Lynn, my best friend. I love you now.
I’ll love you then. Sheila Lynn!