The Colonel Writes...
- IN HER EYES -
There's a universe of kindness in her eyes,
A fountain of goodwill shines through,
But the greatest pleasure ever, I surmise,
Is when with love they look at you.
It's an easy thing to hear "I Love You",
From those who hunger deep within,
Another thing to see her thinking,
About what it means to let you in.
It is no gift to hear "I Love You",
from one who knows not what it means,
It can blind one to love's truth,
Both your lives it can demean.
The love she offers, no little thing indeed,
Will fill one's deepest greatest need,
Love that's simply given is the best to know,
All life's beauties with it, it does bestow.
Mark Krell (C)1999
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- LOVING AGAIN -
It is a special kind of hunger to want so very much,
To touch another, and to know their loving touch,
A hunger strong enough to bear past hurts and pain,
And still generate the need to chance on love again.
Is it courage that makes one make a move so brave
To risk another's willingness to give us what we crave.
Is it foolishness or ignorance that makes us take a chance
And once again engage ourselves in love's mating dance.
Consider please dear reader that none of these is right.
There's a much much better reason for re-boarding our love flight.
Think long and hard about it, give it all the effort that you can,
And bye and bye you'll surely see it's our Creator's plan.
So, to the ones that hurt us we must surely say goodbye;
Free our minds and hearts completely to love another bye and bye.
If closeness trust and loving is your desired goal,
Summon all the truth within you, the truth will make you whole.
Give that truth to someone who you know will not turn cold,
And beauties yet undreamed of will to you in time unfold.
The message of this missive is clear and plain to see,
If you choose for happiness, it's happy that you'll be.
Mark Krell (C)1999
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~ TRUE LOVE SPURNED ~
Many things are far from sweet,
Yet, here's one that remains unbeat,
And one that's surely been unearned,
Is a true love that has been spurned.
When love that's kept so pure and clean,
Is meant for one who can be mean,
And hold so lightly your caress,
That cannot last with tenderness.
Yea, it turns from sweet to sour,
Growing bitterer by the hour,
But comes the time when all's forgotten,
Love and life itself seems rotten.
Love, they say, is something holy,
When it's flame ignites two boldly,
Let it then ignite but one,
And the damage has been done.
Far from sweet is bitterness,
Far from tender is unrest,
Most tragic, though it seems unearned,
Is a true love that has been spurned.
Mark Krell (C)1966, 1999
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~ WHAT IS LOVE ~
What is love? Who can say?
Is it just a game we play?
Or is there more? I know not what,
That keeps us from fallng in a rut.
Is it devine? Can it be mine?
Who knows? Best to bide my time.
Does it mean truth, hope, and trust?
Are these what love gives to us?
Does it mean about others learning?
Or is it just a physical yearning?
What is love?.......
Is it just a chill in spine?
Or is there more in joy sublime?
God's not answered, but I know he's
Heard--My query on this little word.
He grants us wisdom, a bit each day.
Tho' it comes in many ways.
And its amount be ever small.
Better to profit than be fool for all.
Lord, I ask in many ways,
Let me not live in a daze...
Please Lord this miracle to me show,
Let me have that happy glow.
Mark Krell (C)1960, 1999
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~ SOUR GRAPES ~
Love is gentle, love is kind,
Sayeth only he who's blind,
And cannot see beyond the nose,
Of his fairest flower that grows.
Cupid's darts and bow - too snappy,
Strikes when one's content and happy,
Then we fall as "tons of bricks",
To another's sly cute tricks.
Misery, theft, and murder too,
Are concocted in this brew,
Of which we drink with smacking lip,
And hear our very heart strings rip.
Mark Krell (C)1965, 1999
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~ DIG ME! ~
(Written in a Beatnik Coffee House)
Dig Me!
A cry that's often heard.
But, does the world hear?
Do you hear?
Do I even hear myself?
Dig me baby!
Hear this man!
Do you dig?
Do I even dig myself???
Can you grab my idea?
You hear, but do you listen world?
I hear but do I listen?
Do I grab my own idea?
How can I hit you with communication,
When I don't grab it either maybe?
It can be a hangup!
Dig?
Mark Krell (C)1961, 1999
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~ TRUE INTENT ~
What does it make if we
talk of love -
How do we help each other
to live?
What do we accomplish in prose
of love -
When we ourselves to others
do not give?
How do we find it possible to
on ethic eulogize -
When our actions show that
we ourselves despise?
So?...
Mark Krell (C)1962, 1999
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~ ADVERSE REVERSE ~
Ever away and ever near is she.
Jealousy is love's greatest fear to me.
For she may be talking to that other guy.
Perhaps she likes him better than I.
But didn't I talk to that other girl?
I wonder if jealousy is in her mind's whirl?
Perhaps our common love is the real pearl,
That keeps us lovingly together, boy and girl.
Mark Krell (C)1963, 1999
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~ ONCE UPON A TIME ~
Once upon a time there was a little girl
who was very big. How little? How Big?
Well... Nevermind! Anyway, This little big
girl looked so little and seemed so big that
it was very hard to tell if she was a little
big girl or a big little girl.
Now, if you don't believe that this can
be quite confusing, I dare you to go out and
find a little big girl or perhaps a big
little girl for yourself.
I have often seen little little girls and
I have often seen big big girls, but to find
a gem like the one I'm talking about is
awfully hard to do, and I'm sure that, you
may very well wind up quite as confused as I.
Mark Krell (C)1963, 1999
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