This post was written for a dear friend. Happy Birthday, Niles. You are the calm to my storm. The voice of reason to my insanity. The jitter to my bug. The Niles to my girly Frasier
Without further ado, I give you my ode to you.
There’s once was a guy from Macon
who like to shake his bacon
his hips, yours for the taking
Kidding….
but seriously….
Still Waters
While other men measure success by titles and cash
He dreams of making text dance over the crevices
of uncharted pages, imaginary characters alive in his mind
He longs to breathe life into figures he has never met.
to fire his own artistic semantic round.
to pen The Great American Novel,
with sophisticated soulful prose that linger
While other men play golf and women
He’s happier with his nose in a book
Getting lost in CS Lewis and Hemingway
Sliding between his world and theirs
walking chapters to be read. Again and again
He lives in the land of mystical lions,
not fearing the tolling of the bell,
finding his lifeline in fanciful excursions
While other men long to dominant and control
He strives to be gentlemanly and bold
A silent nod to a picture page
Old world charm, lost in a photograph
Shaking the dust off his top hat
He welcomes chivalry anew.
While other men court surface friendships,
His quiet still waters run deep
As deep as the tea he seeps
He puts his shield away
Cast the armor aside
Content to share the secrets he holds inside
He caters only to a select few
Kind beyond fault to those he holds true
While other men drown in the noise of a fast paced life
He’s busy taking comfort in starlit skies
Content to linger by the stream with Whitman and Thoreau
Green fields blooming. His soul dances in the yellow light
He smiles at the passing herd, wondering if the sheep
will ever open their eyes and see?
While other men are slaves to convention
He marvels that his soul is as free as a feather
No guise needed, a peaceful mind is on his side
He travels on, marching to his own tune
with steadfast authentic steps and exquisite simplicity
-Tosha Michelle
Alternate ending
He travels on, marching to his own tune
with steadfast authentic steps
and visions of Norah Jones
alive in his bed (Note from poet, I couldn’t resist)
Thanks for this, Tosha. And for all the work you put into the show today. You’re so good to me. Lots of love.
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You’re welcome. It was my pleasure. Love you lots.
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Ha, loved this – the beginning was clever and brought a smile, and then a perfect poem with a perfect ending “He travels on, marching to his own tune with steadfast authentic steps and exquisite simplicity” Well done!
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Thanks. I’m thrilled you liked it.. It’s always a treat to hear from you.
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Reblogged this on Gentleman Writer.
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An absolutely amazing poem that conveys deep and passionate love. Very inspiring and gives me faith that true love does indeed exist! best of luck to the two of you!
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And I love the together forever photos! What a gorgeous couple you are!
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You are very kind. However, Niles is ike a brother to me. We’ve been friends forever. The lady in the photograph, is his celebrity crush Norah Jones. 😉
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You are very kind. However, Niles is ike a brother to me. We’ve been friends forever. The lady in the photograph, is his celebrity crush Norah Jones. 😉
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Oh dear! My apologies!!! Nevertheless it IS a beautiful poem that reads like a love letter to me 🙂
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No worries. Thanks for reading. I’m just you liked it.
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I had to google Norah Jones…..did not know who she is…I can see where the crush comes from…she is a beauty!
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She is and very talented
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