Lover's Ballet

The Lover’s Ballet
By: Brett Matthes

A mischievous smile
A knowing touch
Unspoken words
That say so much

A whisper of perfume
The flash of a thigh
Enticing commands
Delivered through a sigh

The tingle of wine
A romantic potion
Clothing removed
In one fluid motion

Caught up in passion
Two bodies combine
The essence of lust
On which all wish to dine

Time comes to a stop
The world drifts away
For two souls immersed
In a lover’s ballet

The Deep Sleep

The Deep Sleep
By: Brett Matthes

Floating away, free
In the endless void
All ties to my life
Utterly destroyed

My vision is infinite
My mind free to roam
Alone in the dark
So far from home

Is it a dream? Am I dead ?
How can I tell?
Was that the tone of the alarm
Or a mournful death knell?

I awake with a start
I let out my breath
I’m not sure what’s worse
Monday, or death.

Step Dad

Step Dad
By: Brett Matthes

Through his words

I’ve discovered the past

Through his stoicism

I’ve discovered patience

Through his sorrow

I’ve discovered loss

Through his laughter

I’ve discovered humor

Through his anger

I’ve discovered rage

Through his actions

I’ve discovered love

Through his eyes

I’ve discovered myself

Everything I am

Everything I’ll be

Came from the man I call my dad

Gil

The Big G

Happy Mothers Day

Happy Mothers Day
By: Brett Matthes

In all the varied stories
Of all the varied moms
It's few and far between
That a good one comes along

Instead you hear of cold moms
Of moms that just don't care
That would rather worry about their nails
Or the color of their hair

But when I talk about my mom
I can tell a different tale
Compared to the woman that gave me life
All other mothers pale

In my life I've never met
A person that would do
All the things my mother's done
For me, and my brother too

She shares her house without complain
She always gives us cash
She’ll let us use her paradise
For a weekend poolside bash

Every day she teaches us
How to be much better men
She teaches us to save our dough
And have some fiscal discipline

But most of all she teaches us
To above all else be true
To chase our dreams and follow our hearts
She’ll love us no matter what we do

So when they call us Mama's boys
Our eyes just get a glint
Because what they just don't realize
To us, that's a compliment

Happy Mothers Day mom, we love you

Barbeque Woes

Barbeque Woes
By: Brett Matthes

I remember it well
That long ago night
My lady was home
From a cross country flight

"I know," said I
"Just what we should do
"Have a cook-out at mom's
"A nice Barbeque"

"With family and friends
"We'll have a great time
"It'll all be on me
"It won't cost them a dime"

So we bought lots of food
For appetites sake
We even remembered
To pick up a cake

Fresh batt's for the lights
To stick on the poles
We put the umbrella's
Down into their holes

The daylight was waning
The temperature right
It had all the fixings
Of a sit-outside night

The guests all arrived
With the sun still aloft
Bonnie only called once
(She always gets lost)

The men sat around talking
John had a smoke
Carmello made us laugh
With a nicely timed joke

The night was in swing
The food set to fry
But where were the girls?
Inside watching Ty!

Don't eat the Lettuce

Dont Eat the Lettuce
By: Brett Matthes

Lettuce is bad
In so many ways
For one thing, it's green
And you know what that says?

It says that it grows
Right out of the ground
Which means you can find it
In a gritty dirt mound

Now when I think of the ground,
I don't know about you
I don't see a food tray
I see where pets poo

If you ponder on this
I think you will see
What you put on your taco
Grew in animal pee!

The story of the salad
Began as a gaff
A man fed some to his in-laws
To get a big laugh

The tradition caught on
It got out of control
Now you can't dine
Without a big leafy bowl

And now here we are
And I hope you will hear us
What ever you do
DON'T EAT THE LETTUCE