What DaPoet Really Wants

All DaPoet really wants
is to write his poems in peace
to spend the rest of his days
within the loving arms
of the woman of his dreams so sweet
the sweetest Angel that ever lived

Yet the Poet knows within his heart
that one can’t always have what he wants
the musical voice of the sweetest Angel
his ears may never be allowed to hear
the warmth of her body, the clean scent of her skin
he may never know or take her in his arms

Yet instead of feeling sad, rejected and lonely
truly grateful DaPoet is
that the sweetest Angel that ever lived
is his most trusted friend and confident
not even his wife knows him better
nor does she really care or try to understand

Yet it would do no good what so ever
to complain about the weather, the heat or cold
or pine away down south in the state of Georgia
about the things he absolutely can not change
accept them DaPoet must and move onward
for all DaPoet really wants is to be your friend

From Hot to Cold in Two Days


I remember well the
Day you wrote those three little
Stupid words to me

Only to hear from
Someone else two days later your
Heart had become

An ice cube
Where I was concerned – from
Hot to cold

In two days flat
That’s a new record even for you
Left me spinning

Makes my heart
Wonder just how many other lies
Your lips uttered

Into my ears
During the short time we knew
Each other

Right Next Door

All my heart
Truly wanted was to love
And be loved

In its search for a true

It did not have
To look very far for she lived
Right next door

Having grown up
Together it was all to easy to fall in love
With each other


Thirty-six Years Later

Walking through the kitchen door I discover my wife of 36 yrs standing in front of the kitchen sink washing dishes upon my return from work – making someone else rich.

Time had robbed her of her outer beauty no longer is she the willowly nineteen year old Angel my heart fell in love with – married.

Still in my minds eye I see her as she used to be standing there with her back to me; the curves of her hourglass figure clad in her favorite Victoria Secrets silk kimono.

Walking up behind my wife my arms slip around her waist. One hand goes north while the other hand heads south. Sighing ever so softly my wife leans back up against me as I bend over nuzzle her neck with my lips – breathe in her fresh and clean scent.

Until unable to wait any longer I pick her up within my arms; carry her into our bedroom they way I did 36 yrs ago on our wedding night.

He’ll Hath No Fury Than a Woman Scorned


I had only been waiting about ten minutes within the small lounge of the local pub and 20180311_101422grill that served the small town in which I’d grown up in; only to leave it behind in the dust the day after I’d graduated from high school. Not once had I ever dreamed of returning during my ten year absence; and the only reason I had returned now walked through the door dressed in a skimpy black dress that showed off her perfect hourglass figure.

Camilla looked even better than she did when her husband Rob and I were best friends and ended up competing with each other for her hand in marriage. Of course Rob had won Camilla hands down and I ended up leaving town with my tail between my legs to start a new life elsewhere.

Now that was all about to change.

Once Camilla and I were settled at our table in an out of the way corner of the pub where it was unlikely our conversation would be overheard. She leaned over towards me, after our waiter went to prepare the drinks we’d ordered, and said in a low voice, “You were right I finely caught Rob cheating on me.”

Camilla’s revelation didn’t surprise me in the least since Rob had carried out several affairs during and after the time we’d competed with each other over his current wife who now sat facing me from the other side of the table. I was sorely tempted to say, “I told you so!” Especially since I’d warned her about Rob’s penchant for sleeping around with each and every girl that caught his roaving eye and tickled his fancy – or rather made him hard.

But I didn’t, choosing, instead to remain humble as I asked my former best friend’s wife, “What do you plan to do about it.”

“To start with your going to make love to me!” Camilla answered in a straightforward manner that, quite frankly, took even me by surprise.

Of course her plan was as devious and vengeful as to be expected from a scorned woman. As in: Hell hath no fury then a woman scorned.

It was also quite simple and Rob was going to regret cheating on Camilla.

The first part of her plan included letting me have my way with her right there on top of my former best friends and competitor’s bed.

The second part of her plan (the part that would sting her cheating husband’s heart and knock the breath right out of him) was her decision to go with me when I left town to return home.

For a long moment I just sat there gazing into Camilla’s eyes, when at last she fell silent after outlining her plan of revenge, patiently awaiting my answer.

Finely all I could manage to get out was, “So when do we start?” As my heart began to burn with renewed passion and my face lit up with a smile of victory long deferred and impatiently awaited.

Stolen Kisses


It was on a
Blanket deep within the
Woods where

The red haired
Daughter of mother nature
Let me steal

A kiss from the
Curves of her alluring lips
Quite tempting

Entwined her
Limbs round about me then
Seduced me

The Sweetest Dreams


On the first night
Of each new moon the goddess
Of love comes to me

Takes me within her
Arms – makes love to me all night long
Within the guise of

Another sometimes
She comes to fulfill my each and
Every fantasy

While the stars
Twinkle until at last the sun arises
From its slumber