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First Kiss

by

Mark Barnabo

Ages eternal did discourse upon this,
the splendid significance of love’s first kiss.
Forged ‘pon my memory’s the time we did share
That sublime event nothing ‘fore could compare.

We were mere waifs in sophomoric land
Strolling collegiate grounds with our hand in hand.
A bench beneath the oaks did quietly entreat
"Come rest here a while, take a load off your feet."

So sat there we did, that November night
Sharing each other’s warmth ‘neath oak and starlight.
Twas as time had stood still, I never knew of such bliss
There was but one way to top it, if we shared our first kiss.

Hesitantly I turned and leaned closer to you
You met me halfway, finally I knew it was true
That my feelings were not merely just flowing one way
But that you felt the same, "Oh Happy Day!"

Locked in that embrace, our souls joining as one
I was certain at once my lonely days were now done.
For no one before had reached so deep down to expose
My true heart and my soul, powerless I could not oppose.

Now many years later with you as my wife
We face side by side the great challenges of life.
Oh yes, sometimes it seems like a carnival ride
We spin round and round getting nauseous inside.

But every so often we stop and slowly embrace
And kiss once again, it’s like time did erase
The trials and the troubles, the problems and stench,
we’re once again lovers just sitting down on a bench.

For that spark now is just as strong and as bright
As when it first found life that cool November night.
All the hardships and struggles will never diminish this,
My luck in finding you and sharing our love’s first kiss.


Ode to a Candy Bar

by

Mark Barnabo

Oh you small sweet something Satanic
how often I yearn just for a taste
of that delectable sugary substance
I savor and swallow without haste.

You tempt my soul and well being
with your devilish taste and your charms.
For you know it is you that is bringing
all this bulk bulging between my arms.

Yes, once I was slenderly trim
a vision of athletic grace.
'Till at once I gave into temptation
and with you began stuffing my face.

But dear Candy Bar I blame you not
for the shape of things I now bear.
There is but one thing I fear I must ask;
Please tell me, are my feet still there?

A Passionate Fellow

by

Mark Barnabo

A passionate fellow am I
quite eager and willing to please
any lustful ambitions of some
young lovely and fair Japanese.

For I hear these folk are a breed
who for some unexplainable force
are quite hungry for someone to fill
any desire of an erotic source.

Ah, what a paradise I envision!
A slick, slimy and sweaty skin game
of which I am the center attraction
of innumerable a lustful young dame.

Yes I am a passionate fellow
quite full of my wishes and dreams.
Yet in reality I'm really quite mellow
"Take out the trash!" I hear my wife scream.

Ode to a Candy Bar

by

Mark Barnabo

Oh you small sweet something Satanic
how often I yearn just for a taste
of that delectable sugary substance
I savor and swallow without haste.

You tempt my soul and well being
with your devilish taste and your charms.
For you know it is you that is bringing
all this bulk bulging between my arms.

Yes, once I was slenderly trim
a vision of athletic grace.
'Till at once I gave into temptation
and with you began stuffing my face.

But dear Candy Bar I blame you not
for the shape of things I now bear.
There is but one thing I fear I must ask;
Please tell me, are my feet still there?

A Passionate Fellow

by

Mark Barnabo

A passionate fellow am I
quite eager and willing to please
any lustful ambitions of some
young lovely and fair Japanese.

For I hear these folk are a breed
who for some unexplainable force
are quite hungry for someone to fill
any desire of an erotic source.

Ah, what a paradise I envision!
A slick, slimy and sweaty skin game
of which I am the center attraction
of innumerable a lustful young dame.

Yes I am a passionate fellow
quite full of my wishes and dreams.
Yet in reality I'm really quite mellow
"Take out the trash!" I hear my wife scream.