December 18, 2009

Ode to Parents

With unsuspecting eyes
Her baby-blues invitation to cries
     Inconceivable to walk away
Da Da
Ma Ma
     What have you in store for me today?

The innocent look for answers
The waking from dreams of dancers and prancers
     She’s at your mercy for coaching and guidance
Reaching out
Without doubt
     The safety net exists between the arms of her parents

With knowledge at her walkway
As experience leads her pathway
     She develops strength from words you teach
When aware
Please be fair
     To resemble the practice of what you preach

She is subject to impression
With discipline enforced by each lesson
     She’ll understand the right and wrong way
Learning
Yearning
     Your thoughts and ideas of each brand new day

Infect her with joy
Allow your happiness to become her new toy
     For in her heart she will carry your emotion
Hold her
Hug her
     In due time you’ll be thanked for your devotion

And when the stars rise
Along with extremely tired eyes
     Be certain she’ll retain the image of your love
For your assured
She’s adored
     The gift of life granted by you, the angels and the lord above

December 9, 2009

Introduction to Ode To Parents

So readers, before I knew it I was having a child for the first time.  What an experience that was going to be.  I married a woman 2 years older than me and her biological clock was ticking.  Well the timing could not be better as it allowed me to feel important in life again and it showed in various phases of my work ethic.  I excelled to the number one sales rep in my company and I can contribute that to “child” motivation.  Another motivation was the next poem I wrote.  When I played with my child I could not help but wonder how reliant she was upon me for everything.  I believe any parent will relate to the following poem and I look forward to hearing your opinions.

December 2, 2009

The Dreams Resolution

 

 

As he stares deep into her eyes
       He sees a light which he’s yet to ever see
Its rays tend to reflect upon many feelings
      Presenting a magnificent rainbow seen only by he
 

He longs to carry this rainbow everywhere
      He never wants to interfere with its design
He only wants to add to its arrangement
      To be warmed by its radiant sunshine

 

Strive, as he will effortlessly, to achieve a harmony
      He’ll venture through the rainbows peaceful existence
So that the light he sees in her shadowed eyes
      Will reflect a binding of color to narrow their distance

 

He wants to be a mirror to reflect from
      He wants her to glance at him from time to time
Wanting her not only to see her own true beauty
      But enabling him to hold the image of her in mind
 

For he knows this image has enhanced his life
      Wanting only to give this joyous feeling back
He will stop at nothing to deliver this message
      Of caring and sharing he yearns to fulfill in her eyes so black
 

So embrace his hands for this fantastic journey
      Through the many adventures of an unsuspecting night
For when her eyes appear too dark to see
      His promise of willing eyes shall lead them both into the light

November 19, 2009

Valentine’s Day Love

 

Vows to love, for each one to say
 A boy, a girl, to share this day
  Life’s sacrifice of hearts
   Each swearing no departs
    Never letting their dreams drift away
     Two brace on, holding together strong
      In one small breath, they cling to belong
       Now that perfect kiss
        Each promising bliss
         Sweet love will last so long

 

Deepening their understanding of what the day is for
  Alone in their minds, for others they’ll ignore
    Your heart in mine I’ll hold for evermore

 

Love that was never
  One unjustly
    Valentine’s Day
       Endeavor

 

I GIVE YOU MY HEART FOREVER

November 11, 2009

Introduction to Valentines Day Love

This would wind up being the last poem I wrote in college for an ex girlfriend. I did not put a lot of effort into this next one only because – as we all do from time to time – we wait for the last minute to come up with a gift. Cannot recall if this poem did me any good that evening but, nonetheless, I can only hope that it can do well for you one day if needed for a girl you are looking to impress. Anyways, hope you enjoy it and look forward to seeing this on a card one day.

November 5, 2009

Over The Edge

 

 A thought travels through an eerie mind
      Through a path with a weary distance
Tiring the thought as it passes in thick blood
      Retrieving all its strength to get through such resistance

 

Shall it find its passageway
      Can the damage really appear
For thoughts approaching, absorbing this destination
      Will open many eyes, will open much fear

 

This is not a sane thought
      For it brings with it too much hate
And if it reaches the line of action
      For the hearts and minds of many, it may be too late

 

It brings with it a vengeance
      Revenge that ten men can do unto others
It won’t matter who’s around when it hits
      For it can splatter unknowns, neighbors, sisters, brothers

 

It comes with a flair for insanity
      It leaves the brain with a reckless train of thought
Scary thing is, after all is said and done, he doesn’t know
      He doesn’t care about the tracks of blood from his onslaught

 

Find this man help, retrieve him a new conscience
      Search deep within his soul and rip out his pain
You people must listen to his feelings
      For it is you who will suffer when he goes insane

 

If you turn away from what he offers
      If you doubt and criticize what he has to say
It is he who will have the last laugh
      When he captures you heart and blows your head away

October 21, 2009

 

When the sun creeps down

 

When the sun creeps down
     At the side of the earth
It is at that point we learn
     What the next day is worth

 

For the many colors
     Perceived from this glorious sight
Gives the knowledge of a new day
     Which we sleep on at night

 

It is the sun that is beet red
     You can expect the heat to rise
Where the children rely on mischief
     And the parents justify their cries

 

And if the sun is everlasting yellow
     The next day will remain the same
For when it is our fault today
     Tomorrow is recognition of who’s to blame

 

But it is the sun you cannot see set
     That is the time to be aware
For when the clouds have a hidden agenda
     Surely we will be the worst for the wear

 

So when the sun creeps down at the side of the earth
And at that point you learn what the next day is worth

 

Remember to hope for the colors and understand
That it is not you in charge, but the sun that’s in command

 

October 14, 2009

Introduction to When The Sun Creeps Down

When college ended I moved out to California and began my “career” life. I found out I had a lot of difficulty fitting into corporate America.  I also ran into much trouble trying to figure out who were my friends and who were out to just use me.  I started to believe that there were outside forces that would determine the outcome of my life, my decisions, and my relationships.  Religion was not something I ever felt comfortable with but I knew that God existed.  The next poem discusses an outside force that I created just to enforce this belief that many events thrust upon us in our lifetime are through no control of our own.

October 7, 2009

The Proverbs

 

In a world lacking communication
Only mind readers prosper

 
When we look to stretch the truth
We only wind up expanding the lie

 
If you realize your expectation is too high           
You have just taken the 1^st step toward meeting your goal

September 30, 2009

Introduction to The Proverbs

Throughout my life, not just college, I always admired signs along the road, next to churches, in synagogues that would sum up a lifetime in just a sentence or two. It always made me think as to how I could put together in such few words a description of a span of time in my life. In reviewing my own 3 proverbs it seems to indicate to me that I developed my few words based upon relationships with girls, with family and with the working environment. I look forward to your comments and thoughts should they have an impact on any part of your life you may have wanted to sum up in a few words.

September 23, 2009

Home Sweet Home

 

This family with which I state

Bares a resemblance of love and hate

     For I am sure

     As we endure

That many of you can truly relate

 

They lived on top of Blue ridge Hill

They lived on dreams and hopes to fulfill

     Their was the sister

     Could no one resist her

For everyone knew she was up on the pill

 

Father never left this grand place

But always kept up with his own pace

     For being a holy man

     He kept up with Gods plan

And would never miss saying his grace

 

The boy was of the troublesome sort

He always did what he shouldn’t ought

     One day he really said it

     Black eyes did he inherit

And from then on his lesson was taught

 

The mother was of the gentle kind

But was always caught up in a bind

      Looking the other way

      When skies were gray

The relaxing sun she never would find

 

With this family of four

Life had become quite a bore

     So with a bat of her eyes

     Sister left with the guys

And the hill was rid of a whore

 

Along with one great big feast

With flour, bread and yeast

     The father said

     I must unwed

I have decided to become a church priest

 

With two gone and two left pale

The boy knew he just could not fail

     But off went his mouth

     And off to the south

Did the boy wind up in jail

 

So with one left in the dome

Mother feeling all so alone

     She knit away

     With one thing to say

There is just no such thing as “Home Sweet Home”

September 16, 2009

Introduction to Home Sweet Home

We all want to believe that our own family is the perfect family. Unfortunately, that is a very rare occurrence. We find out that we have faults and we have to learn how to deal with them. Love generally carries you through, but if times are that difficult, a parting of ways is never easy on anyone. Fortunately, even though we did have some rough patches, my parents were able to keep it together for us. To this day I am grateful for their efforts. The next poem was written during a difficult time in the family relationship with the hopes that my parents would see that they did have a choice. At the end of the day we have to do what we feel is best for one another and for oneself. Since there is no right answer I hope your family knows how to figure out what they need to do to raise the children under the best circumstances possible.

September 11, 2009

Life and Death

 

Death does not make life over

Yet brings forth more meaning toward life

Death surrounds the mind

Where life surrounds the meaning of death

Therefore, the value of death

Make the meaning of life understandable

If life were to go on forever

Death would no longer have meaning

And without death to bring out the good qualities in life

Why would we want to live forever?

September 2, 2009

Introduction to Life and Death

Let us face it, sometimes we are out of our minds when we sit down to write something poetic.  Entering my final years in college I was getting a little too relaxed in my studies, and quite honestly, a little too high on a fairly regular basis.  I still cannot imagine how I graduated.  Regardless, next week’s poem is simply one I just won’t be able to explain.  There are times when I read it and I say, “Well that makes sense,” and then there are times where I say, “huh???”  In any case, if you can figure out what it means, I encourage you to suggest what I may have been thinking at the time.

August 26, 2009

The Power of Friendships

 

She said that she said

     She knows what others don’t know

They all lie to one another

     As the webs of deceit begin to grow

 

All out for themselves to protect

     No one comprehending the pain

That each casts upon one another

     Ignorant to the fact that there is nothing to gain

 

The work that was involved

     In building these friendships over a season

Has been destroyed in a heartbeat

     Through this momentary lapse of reason

 

Take note of your surroundings

     Take inventory of the people you know are fair

For all is never lost in this cruel world

     As those friends will always rise up to be there

 

The ones that care

     Will assist you through these rough times

The ones that hold ill will

     Will surely suffer as your strength climbs

 

When we live and learn from our experiences

     When we use our power to make amends

The enemies we must leave behind us

     Can never outweigh the bond of such friends

 

So remember when all is said and done

     And the difficulty of relationships is no longer under attack

It will be because you chose wisely

     To hold onto the friends that will always have your back

August 19, 2009

[Note to my readers: I apologize, but vacation called and I have missed the past two weeks.]

 

Introduction to The Power of Friendships

 

By the end of my 2nd year at college I had developed some pretty good relationships. The one thing I have always believed is that you can never have too many friends but you do need to be careful, as many friends are not in the friendship for the right reasons. Looking back on my life I have lost a few friends that I thought were lifetime friends but I was always quick to pick up on why they were not worth remaining in my life. I am proud to say that I have 3 “best” friends and I cherish their ability to have my back whenever I do need them, as I know I would be there for them whenever they would call. The next poem gives you an abstract point of view of how to choose properly when it comes to the lifetime friend(s) we all hope to attract.

July 29, 2009

The Dreams Destiny

 

Staring across the room

      A beauty yet to behold

A decision to be made

      Is a new relationship about to unfold?

 

Get an early feeling

      Something strong

Your heart starts pounding

      Is something wrong?

 

There is a becoming

      Of a strange emotion

Do you want to move in

      On this awkward notion?

 

You inch your way over

      Preparing this new start

It has to be perfect

      So they might never part

 

She glances at you

      A knot starts somewhere down inside

You feel like running away

      But you know there is nowhere to hide

 

As you drew near

     And the words ushered through

She responds in kind

     To relieve the burden felt deep inside you

 

You kept your cool

      You played your cards right

It appears you’ve made that first line

      Last the Whole Night!

July 22, 2009

Introduction to The Dreams Destiny

So continuing on in my college days I knew that some girl was to come along that would give me the feeling that love at first sight may actually exist.  While standing in a bar, not too many drinks in me at the time, I saw this girl standing on the other side of the room that I could not look away from.  As I realized that the pressure was on me to make the first move, all I could think of was that I had one chance to make an impression.

Next week’s new poem walks you through the anxiety I had when I thought I had met the “one”.  For others, as in this case for me, the first “one” is normally never the right “one”.  But I will say that practice makes perfect and, as rare as I had this feeling in my lifetime, it was still good to work on perfecting my words for when the right “one” did come along.  It gave me the confidence necessary to overcome my fears when I finally did find my true “one”.

July 15, 2009

The Lake

 

It was a moon out, but not any ordinary moon

It had one of those eerie shapes about it, one that was off tune

 

Was it really the moon to blame, or perhaps the dog that barked too loud on that one strange filled night?

For Rick and Sue had passed many a year with everything going, what seemed to be, so right

 

But it was still the night of the eerie moon and the barking dog

That something awful would happen, something beyond any fog

 

It was a night that Rick and Sue decided to take a dive, a dive that would cause many a tide

As Rick’s head hit water first he had felt a numbness, unexplained, but did subside

Next Sue dipped her foot in, one toe at a time

Even though she appeared clumsy, she did everything in rhyme

 

Both swam together, both splashed together, both loved together, both died together

Perhaps drowned by sorrow, perhaps drowned for eternal togetherness, no one will ever know

But it was on that night, when the moon was eerie, the dog barking and the deathly lake still quivering that no one will ever go

 

For in that lake where two bodies tend to dwell

It is the people who remain un-wet from the lake of heaven

The Lake of Hell

July 8, 2009

Introduction to The Lake

When I needed a break from classes in college I used to go up to the northern section of the state where there was a lake that was a hot spot for diving. I was very intimidated by the higher elevations but I would go up there, take a peek down, and then walk back down to heights that I would be comfortable jumping from. I wrote the next poem based on the subject of dying a very lonely death, but one that would leave all in doubt as to the true meaning of why and how such death occurred. While I have no regrets ever making that tall leap of faith from the cliffs, I do believe next weeks poem will make you think twice about taking unnecessary risks.

July 1, 2009

The Dream

 

As a young boy I had a dream

      A dream that was held for years

Being 21 and with my teens gone

      This dream was turning to fears

 

I had sought the Perfect Woman

      And had put forth many a ship for sail

So with the experiences I had gained

      I would have bet my dream to fail

 

In my dream I had wanted a woman

      A woman who possessed beauty inside and out

A woman with sheer confidence in herself

      A woman that left me no doubt

 

In my dream she had to be pretty

      But even she new nothing of it

She had to be charming and elegant

      With a contagious sense of wit

 

In my dream she had to laugh

      Even at things that were dumb

She had to make the boring times

      Appear to be so much fun

 

In my dream she had to cry

      When things were going bad

She had to hold me

      When things for me were sad

 

And in my 21st year of dreams

      I was accompanied by something new

The vision of this perfect girl

      Who I have come to learn as you

June 25, 2009

Introduction to The Dream

You know college days are generally where you really believe that love can exist. I mean high school sweethearts are one thing, but the girls you meet in college can actually change your belief that you may want to truly share your life with someone else.

I can honestly tell you that my high school days were nothing to write home about. College gave me the excitement I had been longing for all my life. The friendships I enjoyed, the girlfriends I had relationships with, made me realize that school was just one piece of the puzzle to fulfill a life.

The upcoming poem describes the pressure I felt in meeting another piece of the puzzle and, in reality, describes my belief in what a relationship should be about. I hope you enjoy it and certainly would not be surprised, if you are in college, that you may envision this poem as your own dream.

June 17, 2009

The Wine Merchants Party

 

Each liquor has certain tastes

     Each with a different quality

But I bet you did not know

     Each liquor has a distinctive personality

 

Let’s join the party

 

For starters the real man walks in

     The daddy of the liquor family

He has the strength of ten men

     And bares the tough nickname J.D.

 

Next is the hopeful son

     Who will always wishfully dream

That he’ll fill in his dads shoes

     With the promising name of Jim Beam

 

The mother wines around the house

     Fearing that everyone knows

She will never calm down

     For she inherits the name Wild Irish Rose

 

The other son is the rich one

     Always fighting to be legal

But he knows the courts won’t agree

     For he was acquitted Chivas Regal

 

The neighbors are the life of the party

     They are all the swingers

For when they come over alone

     They always manage to pick up Two Fingers

 

Then there’s the guy that cannot get a date

     But comes over for the helluvit

He dresses in a dashing white suit

     And leaves in a gloomy Black Velvet

 

Next is the guy who speaks so loud

     Everyone can hear with Talker

The girls love his shape and body

     But wear earmuffs next to Johnnie Walker

 

Well at some point you had to figure

     Who would bring the cake and candy

And not to my surprise

     Walks in the great Napoleon Brandy

 

With all the men getting drunk

     It’s time to get risky

So with the first dance

     We join Miss Almaden with Canadian Club Whisky

 

And due to a recent divorce

     And a new lease on life

Out on the dance floor

     We see Paul Masson’s ex-wife

 

Aerobics has helped out this new figurine

     Every guy knowing he can’t fail her

We get to watch the gracefulness of

     California’s own Miss Taylor

 

Now with everyone on the floor

     We’ll finally say hello

To a couple of real winers

     Known as Ernest and Julio Gallo

 

So with the party in tact

     And nobody being bossy

Mr. J.D. sends home the bouncers

     Also known as Martini and Rossi

 

But now it is getting late

     And everyone leaves the party

Except the maid, Miss Inglenook

     And the butler, Ron Bacardi

 

So I’ll say goodnight

     With my good friend Yukon Jack

We’ve written this story together

     And now we are both gonna hit the sack.

June 10, 2009

Introduction to The Wine Merchants Party

All the pressure of getting to college to make a career for oneself takes it toll on so many teenagers. I always think back to my teenage years when I wanted to please my parents by doing well in school. I did transfer to a college where I was able to get out of my house and live on my own. The transformation was a difficult one but necessary. I found that the responsibility I developed from that experience was immeasurable.

One of the great pleasures of living on campus is you get to realize how much fun life can actually be. I am sure that is what led me to my first poem. I was working in a liquor store, and yes I did down a few drinks while going to college. It was owned by one person and it was a very small hut-like atmosphere. The night I wrote the upcoming poem was just a regular night where not much was going on. As always, I got the typical town lush coming in for his wild-irish rose but I always knew that would end my evening of customers. It was at that point I decided to do my round of stocking. During that process it came to me that every liquor in the store had some type of meaning.

The poem you will be introduced to next week will provide such meaning and I look forward to sharing the joy I had in my life during the college years with you.

June 4, 2009

Hello Reader. This is the 1st week of many weeks to come of the Life and Times of Michael Fidlow and my life experiences. Each 1st week I will attempt to set the tone for why the following weeks poem was written. I will try to give the poem or proverb its meaning so that you may have insight and understanding. I believe this approach will leave no doubt as to what has been written and why. Should there be any doubt in your interpretation please feel free to reach out and discuss it.

As always – Thanks for being Here!