Old School
By joeysguy

I remember lessons from the old school
It was a code an unwritten rule

As a male I would get to my feet
To give the elderly or a woman the seat

When taking a girl out for a day
As the guy I would always pay

Music was understood and had meaning
A lot of songs today sounds like screaming

Entertainers wore costumes or dressed in clothes
Today so much body they expose

You didn’t always have to lock doors
No fences had to protect stores

As a young kid I played outside
Strangers didn’t bother us, we didn’t have to hide

We would hangout till late hours of night
When older we hung out even till daylight

Women could sit outside late and talk
It was safe to take a late night walk

Any time was safe to go stroll in the park
Try doing that now in the dark

People now wear pants down almost to the knees
It’s ugly, pick them up please

What happened to those good old days
Time passes and kids go through a craze

The Cycle of My Life
By Joeysguy

The Cycle of my Life
January fifth was the month I lost my wife

February brings Valentines Day
A gift with love I did say.

April seventh is our Anniversary  
The month and day she married me.

April brings Easter Sunday
May brings Mother’s Day.

October thirty first is Halloween
When kids would dress in costumes to be seen.

November brings Thanksgiving and is the fourth Thursday
December eighteen is my wife’s birthday.

December twenty fifth is Christmas Day
It was my wife’s favorite holiday.

January first is New Years
Just another day of maybe no tears.

It starts all over again my cycle of life
Over and over again the pain without my wife.

Which Way to Heaven
By Joeysguy

My wife accepted the little that we had
Even those times that were really bad

She raised our kids, cats, dogs and also me
So as my hero it’s my wife I see

She would do things that made her strain
But she kept quiet about some of her pain

We were together for many years
Now alone I try to hold back the tears

Some days are harder to move on
So much is missing, so much is gone

With love for my wife I would always stare
Now it’s only pictures that I have here

I find myself rubbing some pictures with my hand
Wishing, just wishing to feel her hand

Thinking about the rest of my life
Which way to heaven and my wife

I wish I could hear my wife say
I’m here, take my hand heaven is this way

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Fragile petals
saffron sighs
blushing sunsets
butterflies
silver tea cups
marmalade
piano keys
songs we played
whispered wishes
morning dew
twilight kisses
thoughts of you
hummingbirds
butter creams
beating hearts
midnight dreams
poetry
phrases rhymed
words of love
summertime
promises
skies of blue
you and me
*forever true

If letters
A R E like
Dynamite
then I am about to



E   X P       L         O        D                   E.

Joey’s guy
By Joeysguy

In 1962 my girlfriend changed my life
When she said I do and became my wife

My girlfriend taught me how to kiss
From girlfriend to wife to someone I terribly miss

We were married and brought together
I wanted us to be as one forever

We had two daughters and a son
After three children we were done

At times we use to take the kids to the park
It was something we didn’t do after dark

My wife passed without a goodbye
And to this day I could still cry
  
I look at pictures of my wife
That’s all I will have for the rest of my life

I can remember kissing her hand
Now on a neck chain I kiss her wedding band

She raised her family with love
Now my wife is in heaven above
  
At times my poems make me cry
They help me to be Joey’s guy

because you think every poem has something to do with something you've done
or something you've said
and you're reading the thoughts that were never read
or you think there is someone else because you just cannot imagine being compared to a sunny day
because your relationship doesn't go that way
because to be deep means surely it has to be about you
and when it isn't then you'll pick apart your brain to see who it's about
just to figure it out
and then you'll realize it was that ***** from six summers ago
let it go
shut your mouth
No I'm going to ask
Who is this about?
Nobody is what you'll say
and I'll know that's a lie

It's hard dating a poet and now you know why