Journey to Ixtlan

“Who I Would Date” is a poem about a time machine and the wonderful people I know.


Who I Would Date

I would wonder who I would date
if span of years did not aggravate
and my relations did reset
revealing the paths my heart could take
these are all fantasy
have no fear of my liberties
when these thoughts cross space and time
imaginations of a curious mind.

Those I’d court are exceptional
above the norm, none are fools
engaging minds as well as eyes
I’ll state the base that they defy
beauty comes easy to my eyes
appreciation of the forms God made
those blessed by curves, hard or soft
present a fraction of my hearty’s desire.

Add this to the fruits of the mind
intellect leaping from fact to joke
nimbleness both high and low
awaits that prize that so few share
a sympathy for my plight
likewise shared, with another one
common ground few will own
acknowledge grace for a fallen one.

Against this backdrop I draw my list
still imagining, I’ll not deny
so few people meet these marks
on one hand I’d count them all
now here I sit with my roster
with the names I’ll never state
the mighty mountains beyond my reach
the paragons I’d like to date.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170515.

A friend's circumstances prompted me to write “Your Being”.


Your Being

Beauty shone to the world
sadness bled from the wounds
staining perfection both in and out
with relationship purgatory.
The tears are no longer wet
yet they drown you happiness.
Why must the world betray
the grace of God most treasured?

Unappreciated by a single soul
loved by the much of the world
sadly this is not enough
for the heart seeking company.
History has made its mark
on your sense of worthiness.
The biography has been set
when the years are inspected.

Yet the future is not done
as the others move to the front
replacing those who came before
dim of sight to beauty born.
I wish I could hold you up
to show them the error of their ways.
Blindness must be their failing
when they don't see your being.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160424.

Yes, dating is different today from the ancient 80s. It is a weird experience to have around me young adults that weren't yet born when I was their age. Sigh... this is what it was like during the 80s.


Dating in the Eighties
Poem for Day 337 – 20151204

Call the parent's crib,
father on the phone,
cornered for a greeting
at the family home.
I'll be dating in the eighties,
meeting in the mall,
sipping orange Julius
while we watch the shoppers crawl.

New age meeting at it's best,
review the video tapes
find the matching partner
at the dating service
Beep me on my pager,
I've got the hottest tech.
I know it's for work
but boy it wows the chicks.

Personals in the newspaper,
cheapest way to go,
no pictures, only letters,
SWM for SWF.
I don't know what to wear,
denim jacket would be fine
but tonight I am hot
in my Member's Only top.

The blind dates are mysterious.
no way to know the catch
when all there is to know
is what you friends do share.
We met there in the club,
the neighborhood watering hole.
Numbers to exchange,
that's all we can disclose.

Later the fancy dinner,
only the best for us!
We'll go to Steak and Ale
and eat that fine fondue.
No distractions at the meal,
cept for the pager at the hip.
Numbers only may be displayed
we'll turn it off this fine day.

Time to chill at home
video tape from Blockbuster.
Rewind before the nookie
or there will be a fine!
Sex by the old fashion
gadgets used in person.
Gotta meet together
for the cuddle cuddle.

Let me have your number
the one to the landline
what else would you mean?
I don't have one in the car!
Phone numbers been misplaced
handy device to find the one
let the fingers to the walking
through the book of white pages.

Perhaps now we must depart,
break off this once great thing,
here is the shirt you left
no websites to update.
At worst you may stalk me,
sit in the parking lot.
This is how we ended it
dating in the Eighties.

© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.