Poems by Ronald Doe

Halloween, blood gurgling scream
Little children run and hide
Ghost costumes and flying brooms
On which evil witches ride

Haunted house, a shredded blouse
A scarecrow in the backyard
Graveyard love, vampire's blood
Can make this night seem so hard

Halloween, enchanted scene
A night filled with pure terror
Freddy Krueger, plastic Luger
There is no room for error

Rotten eggs, a neighbor begs
"Please don't use toilet paper."
Pranksters prey and run away
Like they just pulled a caper

Halloween, big eyes of green
A black cat is hissing loud
Ghosts say "Boo" and Mom warns you
"Don't stray too far from the crowd."

Trick or treat, a candy sweet
Also calories galore
Get off track and circle back
Maybe you will get some more

Halloween, number thirteen
A night of goblins and ghosts
Pumpkin patches, bag snatchers
And a Jack-O-Lantern host

Pitch black night, kids filled with fright
Enchanting and scary scene
A full bag will make them brag
And long for next Halloween

“You are disgusting”
My wife says to me
When I passed some gas
While watching t.v.

With a guilty grin
I enter my plea
“Must have been the dog
‘Cause it wasn’t me"

“You are a liar”
My wife hollers back
"Came straight from your ass
I know for a fact

I told you before
Won’t tell you again
Go to the bathroom
Before you break wind.”

“You are disgusting”
I heard my wife say
When I passed some gas
While driving today

With a guilty laugh
I enter my plea
“Must be the exhaust
Cause it wasn’t me”

“You are a liar”
I once again hear
“Roll down the window
I need some fresh air

Now why can’t you be
Like me from the start
For I’m a lady
And ladies don’t fart”

"You are disgusting"
Words ran through my head
As I watched my wife
Asleep in our bed

Really felt guilty
Shame every man knows
When without notice
A smell hit my nose

I said to myself
"It sure ain't perfume"
As a fart odor
Spread through the bedroom

Couldn’t help but think
A man she must be
Cause ladies don’t fart
And that wasn’t me

For all the times I have hurt you,
All the times I didn't support you.
For all the times I failed to shine,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?

For all the times I have let you down,
And all the times I made you frown.
For all the times I blew your mind,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?

For all the times I told a lie,
And all the times I made you cry.
For all the times that I was blind,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?

For all the times you have missed me,
And all the times you have kissed me.
For all the times your lips touched mine,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?

For all the times we made sweet love,
Al the times we prayed to God above.
For that little girl, sweet daughter of mine,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?

For all the hurt and all the tears,
The good times throughout the years.
For all the time you have been mine,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?

My Valentine,
The sun wouldn't shine
If it weren't for your love.
From afar,
Every star
Would fall from up above.

My Valentine,
You're one of a kind,
You're unique and beautiful.
And forever,
We'll stay together,
My Darling me and you.

My Valentine,
I would go blind,
If I somehow couldn't see.
You surely will,
Forever still,
Be right there for me.

My Valentine,
I am glad you're mine,
For you brighten up my world.
It is a joy
To just enjoy
The time spent with my girl.

My Valentine,
A glass of wine
Could not be sweeter than you.
For all my days,
I'll forever praise
All the lovely things you do.

My Valentine,
Till the end of time,
You and I will never part.
And I will,
Forever still,
Call you "Gorgeous" and "Sweetheart."

My brother was always my best friend,
We would play sports and we'd just pretend.
I'd hit a homer, a goal he'd score,
You see I was Yaz and he was Orr.

As we grew up in The Project Courts,
Nothing mattered except for sports.
We never once thought about a girl,
As we lived in our fantasy world.

For in the courtyard in which we'd play,
The next Bobby Orr would proudly say.
"Ronnie, someday when I'm all grown up,
I'll help The B's win The Stanley Cup.

Score the winning goal in the last game,
And all of Boston will chant my name.
But till that day comes I guess once more,
You can be Yaz and I will be Orr."

Butchie and I played hockey for fun,
And we weren't out to hurt anyone.
But then came drugs, fast money and girls,
And playing sports wasn't in this world.

Because as the years went flying by,
Butchie's goal was to be a Wise Guy.
With the new meaning of the word "score",
They'd be no more Yaz and no more Orr.

I saw Butchie in the project court,
Where we had played every single sport.
His eyes were bugged and his vision blurred,
And when he spoke his speech was slurred.

His face was pale, his expression blank,
He told me he was robbing a bank.
I said, "Butchie, what about poor Ma?
Her heart can't take another scar".

But the madness in my brother's eyes,
Brought out the sadness in my cries.
For there was hatred not seen before,
Back when I was Yaz and he was Orr.

And on the day he was sent to jail,
I had a vision that seemed so real.
I pictured him on a breakaway,
I saw him wink and I heard him say.

"Ronnie, someday when I'm all grown up,
I'll help The B's win The Stanley Cup.
Score the winning goal in the last game,
And all of Boston will chant my name".

As fate would have it, it was his name,
That truly was Butchie's claim to fame.
But in my heart I just wish once more,
I could be Yaz and he could be Orr.

You came to the world,
On a God blessed night.
Your limbs were all there,
Your heart beat just right.
Your sweet, precious smile,
Brought both pride and joy,
And I proudly said,
"That's my little boy".

As your proud father,
I said that I must.
Teach my precious child,
Love, honor and trust.
I had to treat you,
So tender and mild.
For I was your Dad,
And you were my child.

I knew child abuse,
Had been on the rise.
And many a child,
Had tears in their eyes.
More often than not,
The culprit was known.
So I promised you,
You'd not be alone.

For you were my son,
And I was your trust.
As your proud father,
I said that I  must.
Protect my young son,
From being defiled.
And keep my eyes on,
My precious young child.

For deep down inside,
Your Dad knew for sure.
That when you grew up,
You'd want to explore.
Your innocent eyes,
Somehow wouldn't see.
How cruel and unkind,
That this world could be.

So each day I watched,
With fatherly love.
I taught you to trust,
In God up above.
I never forgot,
The first time you smiled.
Or how I promised,
To protect my child.