Private Dancer

This poem is dedicated to Christine Macdonald whose life story inspired these words!

Poetic repeat

together with friends

sometimes alone

he visits the building

holds promises

visions of beauty

his all alone

pay at the door

cover they say

begrudgingly one does

boom of the bass

quickens his pulse

familiar song

favorite tune

sets the mood

unsaid by burly

look don't touch

wanders in

darkened room

lights from stage

focal point

eyes adjust

drink is brought

table sought

eyes search

for the one

makes him feel good

warm inside

at what cost

everything

he has

always the same

game is on

pretend she cares

all is revealed

all that she has

enticing enchanting

moth to a flame

drawn he is

morning after

alone again

head pounding

wallet empty

vows never ever

will be back

started young

legal she was

pushing drinks

wondering would

she could she

money an issue

week to week

pick the path

devil in details

if only for awhile

keep it business

not personal

made her debut

a night

to remember

soon to forget

three song set

tips would come

tried to act

done before

screw up courage

dance like others

finished with money

good job honey

cruise the tables

mine them for more

lap or table

make them pay

too many married

made her wonder

another transaction

business deal

a guy comes in

asking for her

laughter dance

money exchanges hands

she is gone

looking

for someone else

how long

can this go on

just to get ahead

always tired

energy needed

do a line

forbidden fruit

not so young

time passes by

change ones life

what to do

income different

can't survive

time to move on

younger ones

alway at the door

ones self critical

still pretty maybe

always tired

long for more

no white knight

none to rescue

not looking

personal choice

whats it gonna be

tina said it right

dance while looking

at the wall

Wedding Vows

       A repeat from R Jacob Post

I was recently was asked by a woman at work to write her wedding vows. I was stunned, hiding my surprise, I said yes. I thought about it for four days or so. Writing it took about 45 minutes. I handed it to her at work. When she read it, she started to cry, blurted out "perfect" and kept crying. This was all because I took a chance and brought some of poetry to work for some of the ladies to read. Let Them Read was my post I guess that started the ball rolling. I was there for the wedding, feeling like a playwright waiting to  hear the words I had written. For better or worse (pun intended) here is what I came up with. My first, my last, my everything Words torn from a song What can one say When someone touches your heart and your very soul My words are framed in ways To show our shared emotions Our lives are different from this moment on Caring for one another Our ups and downs For better or worse My soul mate We are kindred spirits Our movements locked in step It is meant to be forever Our hands reaching out for the other To be there for me And I for you I will give you my all To be loved once again My gift to you and yours to me Everything I have to make you happy Affairs of the heart can not be wished for Birds must sing in the same key Bees making honey never sweeter Sunrises seem to be perfect Sunsets bring hope for more to come Walks by the ocean Two sets of prints Leaving their mark Our thoughts to be shared Words not be spoken I never gave up hope that sometime Somewhere, you would enter my life And share our lives together