NO SINGER

No Singer can ever sing,
No poet can ever write
The way I feel about you darling
The way I feel tonight.

No teacher can ever teach,
No preacher can ever preach
The love you can have for someone else
Like my love is for you.

Let your sweet lips speak the words of love,
The words I want to hear.
Please say I am the only one,
Please say you want me near.

The glow of the sun at noon,
The sounds of a pretty tune
Can never contain the beautiful
Shine of my love for you.

1960


WITH SOLACE MY COMPANY

Last night dear, my tears shed for you
For my breath was stopped, and I was terribly blue;
As my tears fell, I dreamed of the night
When you'd open your eyes, and see my love's light.

Through my drenched lugubrious eyes,
I saw your dark figure, and thought of your lies;
There you stood standing graceful and tall,
But when I moved toward you, you weren't there at all.

My dear love, last night was the night
When I cried and wished everything would turn right,
As I lay there weeping, sprawled on my bed,
With solace my company, as many tears shed.

1961


MOSTLY, I LOVE YOU

I love the sound of a whistling breeze;
I love the sight of Autumn's trees;
I love the buzzing of the bees,
But mostly, I love you.

I love the style of a Chopin's tune;
I love the gold in Summer's moon;
I love the night, adore the noon,
But mostly, I love you.

I love the words of a poet's rhyme;
I love the colors of Spring sublime;
A taste of food, and drink of wine,
But mostly, I love you.

1962


THE GRAND SLAMMER

The pitcher threw, the ball went flying!
"Strike!" was called — Vinny's not trying.
With three men on and two men out
The crowd began to stand and shout,
"Come on Vin, clean up the base!"
For a three-to-two game was quite a race.

The sphere was hurled into the wind!
Vinny swung, his body spinned.
Upon this miss shame reached his face,
A sense of loss, he felt disgraced.
"Vinny babe, it's the very last inning!
Vinny babe, the other team's winning!"

There went the pitch! That ball was fast!
Vin swung with force; he struck at last!
The crowd roared and stood amazed!
The pitcher stood frozen and dazed!
That ball was gone, the job was done;
Thanks to Vinny, the "Series" was won!

1964


REIGN OF LOVE

In my heart upon the throne
There's a seat for you alone,
Where you control my every breath
Far after I reach the hand of death.
And in the luxury of love you'll reign,
Ignorant to sorrow, all joy to gain.
On hand and foot I would you serve
The fruits of happiness you deserve.
And here adoration in its ultimate state
Will fill your needs and promise fate.
My kingdom of love you'll forever own —
Apart of together, you reign alone.

1965


ROBERT 2 (TOSCANINI)

His hair is long and waving;
His tanned face is clean shaven;
His nose is fixed to match his face;
His walk is proud and filled with grace.
His lips are round and worth a kiss;
His smile shows a dimple none can miss;
His eyes are sexy brown and glow;
His voice is sultry, very low.
He's a man I say, I know;
He's a man from head to toe;
He is something I can't bear —
You resist him if you dare.

1965


TROUBLED KAREN

It all began when she cut class,
And Jimmy refused to give her the pass;
Then she decided to go in late,
Now she's in an awful state.
But school is only half her woe —
She's getting a gift from nice guy, Joe.
She thinks it's an ankle bracelet, to boot,
But to reciprocate will take some loot.
Jackie's got a thing to hang on her neck;
Boy, could Karen use a real large check.
Now this is nothing to make you smile,
But getting back to school for a while —
They want to see her mother dear.
Well, there goes Karen's hooky career!
Yeah, sure she's in a horrid fright,
But if I know Karen, all will end right.

1965


THE PARTY

It was for Mary, Ernie and Mark
In a small place after dark.
It meant to be clean, with beer, no more,
When out of nowhere through the door
Bopped thirty-four, each a bottle in his hand;
Now everything would be just grand.
It started where we danced and sang,
Then the liquor flowed and well — bang!
Mary was in the bathroom all night;
Karen couldn't even stand upright;
Joanne was sprawled across two chairs;
Olivia was all weird smiles and glares;
Carmela was happy Pat was there,
Until they strolled out in the air,
Where Pat took care of Karen so well;
Carmela and Jackie (Steve) both fell;
Everyone's guy had found a new girl,
And everyone's head was all in a whirl;
Jimmy was bombed before nine o'clock,
So Joanne walked him around the block;
But it was different at half-past ten —
Jimmy had to walk Joanne around, then;
Tony Butta brought a cute number,
But not for long, he soon dumped her;
Gerard told J. she looked like a tramp,
Her eyes were red, her hair was damp;
Karen looked as if she were dead,
But when the Bulls came, man she fled;
Greek put his hand thru a four inch wall,
But Robbie was walking straight and tall;
Buster was gone, so forget about him,
Carl kissed Olivia when the lights were dim;
Joanne and Greek were out on the grass;
She tried to sleep; he made a pass.
Ziggie was making time with Olivia,
But doubt if he succeeded with her;
Mary came out all bloodshot and pale,
The rest of the night she drank ginger ale;
The guys brought her for coffee instead
To straighten out her spinning head;
Joanne got home about twelve-thirty,
Her hair a mess, her feet all dirty;
Karen raided Betty's pad at two ...
Just a minute, I'm not through;
Karen gave Susie such a slap,
But Bob was there to soothe the rap;
Mark, usually bombed out of his head
Had the job of putting everyone to bed.

1965


R.V. TO WAR

My love don't leave me,
You must believe me
I love you more than words alone can say.

Darling please kiss me,
And say that you'll miss me
And say you'll write a letter every day.

Oh, why must you go
For we don't really know
What in Viet Nam we're fighting for.

Please say it's not so
The war did not grow
And you will stay with me forever more.

1966


A FLOWER

He picked a white flower from its bed.
An ordinary flower whose petals weren't rare.
He fondled its stem with admiring hands.
It was fresh and white and content with the crowd.
It hadn't been craved before.
He held it for a while, smiling.
He said nothing and took it from the rest
And put it in his lapel, kept it there and forgot.
When idle, he'd look to see if it were still there —
Touch it and smile assured.

Now the color's fading, the white's a dingy gray.
The once fresh petals are falling off one by one.
It is not fine anymore; he finds it ugly.
He passes a trash barrel and tosses it in —
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