It was a long time ago in the great faraway
When I came to the understanding that I could no longer stay
We looked the other way as I stepped out from her front door
Harsh words spoken, then silence, nothing left to say, so I guess we settled the score
The tale had been said, actions set, and there was nothing more
We turned away, not wanting our eyes to meet again on that terribly sad night
When anger made us say things that later didn’t seem so right
Emptiness then lay where once love for each other had been so tight
But we said our all — then silence fell — and we knew there was nothing more
So we looked the other way as I stepped out from her front door
The porch light turned dark behind me as I walked alone in the rain
To where my car sat, my anger melting — and then I began to feel the numbing pain
The key in the ignition, the engine hesitated, coughed, stumbled, and then sudden died
And I sat alone in the long faraway and in that sad silence, I softly cried. 9/1/18
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Category: Love
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A Long Time Ago in the Great Faraway
Posted at 7:10 am , on September 5, 2018
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The Never Meeting of Lovers
Posted at 11:09 am , on May 17, 2018
The Never Meeting of Lovers
I never met you in the past
I’ll not meet you in the future
I won’t meet you today
Such is life; such is the nature of our souls
But we can sing together
We can sing about our love
If we ever meet and should casually hold hands
While remembering that we had one day met
And hope the memory of meeting one day in the future
Will forever last in song, one written by you and me
Written in the wonder of meeting
As you in my bed would be offered a gentle greeting
While the world outside our door will swing and sway
To the sound of our song written just today
And I’ll sing a song I wrote just for you
While we dance our way into the memory of today
As your holding my hand in yours will surely nurture
My desire for closeness and kisses that will forever in memory stay
And we can sing together of a sweet and gentle love
I never met you in the past
I’ll not meet you in the future
We’ll not meet today
But how can I ever forget you or this song
Somehow we’ll go on as I alone will stay
In my memory of you in our fleet meeting
Such is life; such is the nature of our souls.Copyright 5.17.18 Gordon Kuhn, All rights
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Retouch: I Recall at 2 AM
Posted at 10:06 pm , on May 15, 2018
Retouch: I Recall.
It’s two o’clock in the morning
And I recall her lying nearby me
In the dark sweating there from our lovemaking
We came together in the long ago
Two lonely bar drunk new best friends
In a town so very far from here
It’s two o’clock in the morning
And I can smell her hair even now with its light perfume
As it was crushed up by my face
Curls so wet, soft and fragrant in the nighttime air
As she drew close in the dim light from a street light
At the corner where rain spattered on the cracked concrete
By the post near the ruts in the road
And the trash lying in the gutter nearby
A soft contented purr coming from deep within her
And we laid there sweating in the dark
Not knowing each other and yet in some way we did
Someway we were kin from mothers never met
Aglow from lovemaking in the middle of the night
And outside we could hear the cars on the rain-swept street
There was no air conditioning in that apartment
One bedroom, a kitchen, and old couch in the front room
And we never knew what we’d find in the hall in the morning
When we opened the door to the world
And we’d step over some drunk lost on his way home
But it’s just two o’clock in the morning
And we hear the stumbling, cursing coming from down the hall
As someone tries a key in the wrong door and then noisily slips to the floor
Too drunk to walk further and sleep claims another lost soul
And I recall the sweetness of her lying nearby
In the dark sweating and so tired we were wrapped together
Exhausted from our lovemaking with only the moon looking on
Peaking in from the window with the cracked glass and weathered frame
And the floor near the bed beneath the open window was wet from the rain
And the moon shining into the room at 2 o’clock in the morning
Was the only witness to our love as we lay there together in the moonlit dark
Too tired to talk, too tired to sleep, and out of beer
A crushed cigarette pack lying in the corner near an empty can
But I recall how we loved that night
And then parted as friends
Each going our separate ways
But I recall that night — I wonder, does she? — Wherever she is?
Does she ever recall at two o’clock in the morning how we loved
How we loved thru that thunder and lightning packed summer storm
And we laid in our passion covered with sweat and out of beer gone hot
As the refrigerator in that apartment didn’t work
But it didn’t matter, not in the passion we shared
And the beer was gone and the cigarette pack was empty on the floor
Bed sheets pulled free and lying in a heap about us
Our bodies naked and gleaming with the wet of love making
In the moonlit dark of night with a street light shining lightly in
Does she recall?
It was two o’clock in the morning and I loved her
Whoever she was — sadly I don’t recall her name.Copyright Gordon Kuhn
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Clouds in your Eyes & Random Thoughts 0821/8.5.17
Posted at 8:19 am , on August 5, 2017
Clouds in Your Eyes
by Gordon Kuhn Copyright 8.5.17 all rights reservedI see clouds in your eyes, clouds in your eyes
Clouds where none should ever be
Like murky cream in your cold cup of coffee there
I see clouds in your eyes, clouds in your eyes
Clouds that should never be there
And I think there is even a tear, a small tear hiding there
There where none should also never be.It was just a chance thing meeting up with you
Years back at a truck stop late one rainy night
No reason for that to ever happen, never
Unplanned event and unplanned conversation
Unless fate was there with me and you
For truly you showed up out of the blue
And sat and told me lies while you drank coffee with me
Just like we used to do, like we used to do
And sat and told me lies while we drank cold coffee together
Just like we used to do when we smiled at each other
And nowhere did I think I’d ever again see that smile
That smile that was also so quick and free.But I see clouds in your eyes, clouds there in your eyes
The same as when a friend once set you free
But that was a long time back to then
When life had set us all in a tragic spin
And you fell from a relationship that brought tears to your eyes
And I hoped that none would ever again be there for anyone to seeI know you are with another
A friend who was once like a brother
But no where in the world did I ever expect
to have our friendship end in pure neglectBut I see the clouds in your eyes
Where none should ever be
I see clouds in your eyes
And I think I see a tear
Where none should also never be
In a truck stop so very long agoAnd I would have stood and hugged you long and hard
But the distance between us more that I could reach past
And so I just let it be with a handshake and a “I gotta go.”
So I will go and let the past be the past and hope the feeling inside will last
But there were clouds in your eyes, clouds in you eyes
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Posted at 5:30 am , on January 7, 2017
Lost
She had blue eyes,
Vulnerable, blue eyes
And they held him in their grasp
Gentleness lived there so much he had to gasp
And she never spoke; she never once spoke
Yet her eyes could easily jokingly poke
And raise the issue of man and woman
As the world floated past the two who were human
As they lay in a grassy field, in a soft and wavy grassy field
Their hands from the sun wide-open eyes did shield
And his protected hers so deep they were and so blue
As they lay in peace and in love so true.
She had blue eyes, deep, soft blue eyes
Vulnerable blue eyes.
Copyright 2/3/2015 Gordon Kuhn
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Poem from Standoff: Bare
Posted at 10:20 pm , on December 14, 2016
STANDOFF is a book of poems that I will be publishing soon. This poem is one of them: BARE. I simply decided that I would post this one for the time being. I hold the copyright on this.
BARE
Flesh laid back,
Bare!
Raw, no cover to protect
From salt thrown upon there where the whip struck
Beneath the layer thin and thick
Atop with matted hair that hides
Emotions deep run and amid course shall stall
As the owner fails to know the path laid out
Laid out, but not in common diagram of visual plane
Leaving the direction needles spinning mindless there
Nor can one tell or master the storms drifting path
Should path be there hiding beneath a lacquer veneer while
The stronger weather yet to come as emotions gather
As they gather well before the bow that dips deep
So very deep, and then sliding down the hill so steep
Deep down, deep down, falling into the trough beneath emotions towers
Towers without sight of top, nor bottom have
Crashing then they upon decks wet awash with memories tossed
As the pilot fights to stay the line invisible before them
And fails to see the coming of the loss of light
As clouds of thought weigh down the saddened soul
While deck and hold covers fail to stop the rushing waters in
The ship stalls, shudders, shatters from within, rolls, and sinks beneath a wall of tears.
10/3/2016 Copyright GORDON KUHN ass rights reserved.
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I wish I could play a harmonica.
Posted at 1:26 am , on November 20, 2016
I wish I knew how to play a harmonica. For that would be grand to sit on my porch and let the sound slip out towards the sky. I wish I knew how to play a violin, for that would be awesome as I love the sound of such. And then there is the guitar. What a wonderful song it can sing. At last I come to the piano. How fantastic a sound like a band singing all to itself with ups and downs of emotions that can only be reached and touched by a soul inflamed with the love of music. I’ve bought a dozen or so of those cheap harmonicas only to throw them out in time. Oh how I wish I could play the harmonica but its like the flute I have that lies dusty on the shelf and only is picked up when I wish to feel so foolish as to try.
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The Twentieth Anniversary.
Posted at 8:04 am , on August 4, 2015
Yesterday, August 3rd, was Jan and my 20th Anniversary. I love her so much. We went out and ate dinner and relived the memories of our first night together as a married couple. Those memories always bring smiles from the actual marriage in a small chapel (just she and I, the minister and his wife) with a cow bell that they range from the steeple to announce our wedding. Photos, flowers, all dressed up. We didn’t tell anyone because we didn’t want to have anyone go out and buy gifts and things as we had our own households and didn’t need anything. Unfortunately, we made a lot of people angry at us because we eloped. Well, anyway, we rented a cabin with a hot tub. Our luck.. the cabin was haunted. Out on the side porch was a hottube. Jan and I had never used a hottub and thought it would be fun. We turned it on. It got hot. I almost broke the cover getting it off,……something about not crawling across the cover to unlatch it…heard a loud snap sound and crawled back off. My lady came out and tested the water….perfect. She jumped in and I went to get my swim suit on (we were very visible from the road you understand with woods behind us houses across the street and up and down the hillside). I went inside and changed and came back to jump into the tub but the sliding glass doors were closed; and before Jan could stop me I walked into them. The next thing I knew I was on my back with a very sore forehead having bounced off the doors. I sat up and Jan was in the tub laughing. We both laughed. I was fine and it set up the night for hugs and a great memory of the day. That night I tried to sleep but was hounded all night long with things (remember I said the place was haunted) touching my face and arms that were uncovered from under the blankets. Jan said “I’m out of here” and went back to the first floor. We checked for flying bugs….none. Tried to get back to sleep and again the same things….something touching my face, neck, arms, and hands. We never found out what it was. Whenever I’d flip on the lights there was nothing visible that could be touching me or her. The next day, our one night rental over, we went into Gatlinburg and rented a non-haunted room. 20 years plus one day. I love my wife.
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How An Angel Changed My Love Life
Posted at 1:14 am , on January 17, 2015
I think this is a beautiful entry. Because of that I had to reblog it. I hope that all my readers enjoy the insight and wisdom in this short piece as much as I have. Thanks, Dr. Register for sharing.
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A REVIEW OF THE WIDOW’S CLIFF AND OTHER POEMS
Posted at 1:26 am , on September 10, 2014
Beautiful, Versatile Collection Of Verse.., September 9, 2014This review is from: The Widow’s Cliff and Other Poems (Paperback)I recently received this book of poetry from the author in exchange for a fair review. In all honesty I have to say that I have enjoyed this man’s work, and this collection very much. In fact it’s been one of the most enjoayble expereinces with a book of poetry I have encountered in quite some time. Admittedly, I am not a fan at all of modern poetry that tends to be very dark, and, doesn’t rhyme or conclude as classic poetry does. As a poet and editor myself, I have loved and composed my own poetry since boyhood and I am quite set in my ways. This collection is the perfect cross over in my opinion as to the modern touch, while still keeping the classic style alive and thriving. Author Gordon Kuhn augments his subject matter with great depth as to reciting a real story, as well as delving into much heartfelt emotion. Emotion that gather the reins of both matters of the heart, as well as being poignant and reminiscent. In many ways Kuhn’s excellent style reminds me of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Both in its structure, and in its imagery. And I am also very impressed with Kuhn’s versatility of subjects. There is such a wide range of subject matter put to verse here its almost as if the author writes opposite of so many others. That is, instead of thinking about something and writing it down, he instead just writes what he is thinking. The end result being a very versatile style of wonderful poems that I feel will delight many, and be well worth your time. I enjoyed this book very much and feel you will be both entertained and inspired by it as well… Highly recommended… : )
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