BEAUTY LIKE NO OTHER

SUBTLE RAIN

UPON MY FACE

MY HEART

IS TIRED OF CARING

WHERE IS ALL

THE PRECIOUS GRACE

OF WE

WHO ARE DESPAIRING

YELLOW SQUASH

I HOLD IN HAND

MY PLAN

A PAN WITH BUTTER

COOKING SLOWLY

HERE I STAND

WITH NO WORDS

LEFT TO UTTER

PINEY GREENS

AND CHILE BEANS

MELTED CHEESE

AND BACON

WISHED I KNEW

WHAT THIS ALL MEANS

THE BEST

HAVE ALL BEEN TAKEN

KITCHEN SMELLS

LIKE DINNER'S READY

MEALS

I EAT ALONE

GONE ARE GIRLS

WHO ONCE WERE STEADY

LADIES

I HAVE KNOWN

RAIN IS TAPPING

ON THE GLASS

ASKING ME

TO LISTEN

NATURE'S SIMPLE

HOLY MASS

EACH CRYSTAL DROP

DOTH GLISTEN

LOVERS LONG GONE

FROM MY ARMS

NO ONE

TO HAVE OR HOLD

MISSING ALL

THEIR PLEASANT CHARMS

I SIT HERE

GROWING OLD

IF BY CHANCE

I GET THE CHANCE

TO KISS

AND TOUCH ANOTHER

I WILL LET

MYSELF ROMANCE

THAT BEAUTY

LIKE NO OTHER

Bobby Jameson Apr 6, 2009