Though we had met the other week,
We were still unsure just what to speak.
We’d listen to music and with it sing,
But through the hours not say a thing.
We’d be seated and then walk around
All the while being silent through town.
To the park and to the show,
not to interrupt the flow.

Too very quiet until that last day
When she came to me with these words to say.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go,
Please listen to the radio.
Tomorrow morning I’ll be on
To tell about you to everyone.”
I sat there on the ground in awe
Then got up to go tell my Ma.
Before I could leave the park that day,
I had one thing I needed to say,
“I’m sorry but this isn’t right,
We haven’t had a single fight.
I think we should go our separate ways
And hope to meet up again someday.”
She said, “Ok,” and that was that.
We said “goodbye” and I put on my hat.

That very next morning, like she said,
I turned on my radio and lay in bed.
She said that she had loads of fun,
And for her, I was number one.
One more thing she said that day,
It was the last I heard her say,
“The only thing that neither of us knew,
Very shy, the other was too.”

David J. Gluck
Jan. 1988

Something is all screwed up.
It’s like spilling water out of a cup.
When you know you have it you don’t care,
But without it, your life feels bare.

I debated for a minute whether or not to patch things up,
But then that’s like having a hole in a cup,
Once thing’s begin to flow,
They can’t be stopped, or do you know?

I finally decided but not soon enough, that it was a big mistake,
Kind of like when the water on the floor is making a wake.
Ya can’t go through it very quick,
Or the candle on the counter will be without a wick.

“It’s too late now,” I said to myself,
Like when the water was clear up to the shelf.
If you walked into the room, you were going to drown,
If I’d asked her back out, she’d have turned me back down.

David J. Gluck
Dec. 19, 1988

Dreaming

“Hey Babe,” I heard the wind calling to me,
“Let’s go somewhere today and be free.”
“Ok,” I said and we were off.
First stop, the Neirstein Bahnhof.

“Why,” asked the wind, “are we stopping here?”
“Because,” I replied, “this place can get us far and near.”
“Fine, I guess you won’t be needing me anymore today.
I could’ve taken you places and you wouldn’t have had to pay.”
“How’s that?” I asked this time.
Once again it replied, “Not even a dime.”
“Ok, ok, you’ve got me hooked!”
“Close your eyes for a sec, then you can look.”

I did what it said without hesitation,
The next thing I knew was a miraculous sensation.
In the air I was and without any wings,
Hearing almost nothing, except the birds sing.

I was filled with questions and awe,
Mostly ‘cause this defies every law.
The wind must have known I had things to ask.
“Don’t worry,” it said, “this is a simple task.”

I kept quiet as we continued on our way.
It then was getting late, the wind exclaimed, “I must go, I can’t stay!”
I said, “that’s fine,” and it took me back.
“I’ll return when I have no clouds to pack.”

David J. Gluck
 Jan.  2, 1989

Christina

Over the years, little sis,
You were the one I thought I’d never miss.
When we were little, we fought like cats and dogs.
We’d get into a fight and start throwing Lincoln Logs.
Trouble is what we tried to find for each other
But I was the one that always got blamed, your big brother.

David J. Gluck
Jan. 8, 1989

Na

I’ve known you for all my life, or have I?
Well, I have but we never really knew each other, why?
Maybe it’s because I moved when I was quite young,
But I had no choice in the matter, is that so wrong?
Maybe it was because you were that much older than me.
That was it, huh?  It just has to be.
I can remember waiting for you to arrive,
No way could I have been more than five.
That night my parents had plans to go out
And you were coming over, I knew it without a doubt.
You were so, so very special to me,
More so than anyone else could ever be.
Then like I said, I had to move.
But, before we knew it, our friendship we proved.
A couple of years ago you came to visit.
We went out one night and talked for a bit.
I learned what you were all about
And you got to see my Friday night route.
Since that night, once again we were real close friends
And I knew that what we had would never end.
We would be friends…friends forever,
Your friend….forever.

Mom

I remember when I was just a little boy
How you were always there for me to enjoy.
When I needed that extra comfort
Or if confused, my problems you’d help sort.
You would always get me things I didn’t really need
And you’d help me with anything so I could succeed.

I can’t really say I never made you mad
But I do know that at times I made you sad.
I know that I hurt you too awful much
However, you continued to love me a whole bunch.
You taught me so many thing’s I needed to know
Especially how to treat a person, friend or foe.

Every single night you’d have supper on the table.
You use to take care of thing’s when I wasn’t able.
If I was sick you saw to it that I got well
And help me up is what you did when I fell.
You seemed to understand everything I did,
I guess I was just your typical kid.

Now that I’m older and out on my own
I’m gonna keep your lessons in my home.
I understand now what you were trying to say
And I’ll remember until I die, every day.
To repay you for all you’ve done, what can I do?
For starters mom, I have to say I love you.

As a mother, I have to say you’re the best.
No way could I ever compare you to the rest.
You raised me the best way you could
And did a damn good job of it, knock on wood.

Blinding Sight

How different my life would surely be
If the things around me I could not see.
Flowers and trees, the clouds in the sky,
Valleys and rivers, the mountains so high.
Dogs and cats, the cows in the fields,
Cars and trucks, the signs that say yield.
Red and green, the black of the night,
Blue and orange, the morning daylight.
Your eyes and nose, the hair on your head,
Your fingers and toes, your lips, which are red.
I thank God for this gift that He gave to me,
A good pair of eyes, so all things I may see.

Home

San Francisco on a foggy morn,
Miami and Tampa during a storm.
Hot and dry in Phoenix all year,
Perfect in Hawaii, I only hear.
Seattle and Portland, the northwest is nice,
Going through Nevada? Roll the dice.
LA is huge with a whole lot to do,
Sets, the beach, and even a zoo.
Laredo, Dallas, Kansas City, and St. Paul,
I-35 runs through the middle of them all.
Unique is Chicago, just south of the lake,
Cars in Detroit, that’s what they make.
St. Louis is cool coming in from the east,
The riverfront there is an awesome beast.
Rivers and hills, music and Memphis,
Tennessee is a state not to be missed.
What do I say about Wyoming?
Hang onto your hat, the winds always blowing.
Indy is fast, yes, they like to race,
On 465, ya better pick up the pace.
Cincinnati, their Bengal’s, better days they have seen,
But there is a reason this town’s called the Queen.
By the lake in the mountains you have Cour ‘de Alene,
Up in north Idaho, it sure isn’t lame.
Philadelphia, it’s ports are home for “the bell,”
Three rivers in Pittsburgh, steel is their sell.
Mississippi has Tupelo, home to “the king,”
Yea, Elvis down there, did learn to sing.
A peach is Atlanta, known as “big A,”
New York, the “big apple,” stands proud to this day.
Fond of their past are Dodge City and Meade.
The Midwest is known for the people they feed.
Gallup and Tulsa are known for their kicks,
They’re on that old highway, route 66.
Charleston is buried in mountains of coal,
New Orleans is a city which is full of soul.
Washington, DC, represented by more than one face,
From all around they come to this place.
New England is different it seems to me,
Peaceful and quiet, a nice place to be.
Chapel Hill and Ft. Collins, universities they boast,
To all of America, I’ll make a toast;
Across the home of the brave and the land of the free,
Every bit of this great country, is home to me.

Politics

A tool used to divide friends.
A tool used to divide families.
A tool used to divide the Church.
A tool used to  divide industry.

More than just a word, it intrudes on one’s beliefs.
More than just a person, it intrudes on a nation’s sovereignty.
More than just a nation, it invades all the world’s societies.
Bigger than all the world, its corrupting wake encompasses the earth.

It begins by censoring speech,
It continues by controlling thought,
It makes you think you need it to survive,
It counts on fear by all people for its success.

It uses the people in all governments to thwart its control.
It doesn’t matter the persons or parties involved.
It misleads the people throughout all societies
So its laws can be imposed.

A single government of its own is ultimately the goal.
Relentlessly striving for power so it can rule the world.
It’s not a person, religion, or group of people which seem to be the enemy,
Instead, it’s a powerful word which will conquer by dividing all.

Politics.

This Time

Another winter is here
Which means the end to another year
Snow is already falling
And on Santa the kids are calling.
The sounds of kernels popping
The hustle and bustle and shopping
The quest for the perfect gift
Like grains of sand through the stores we sift
Music and bells a ringing
Every now and then someone singing
Yes, its Christmas time again
The time when Christ came to save all man.

Dusk

Late afternoon and the sun’s in my eyes.
Making me tired, my body wants to lie.
Blocking it out the best that I can,
The visors too short so I use my hand.
Forcing myself to stay awake
Through my hair my fingers rake.
Behind the cloud it hides for a while,
Not long enough, only a mile.
North nor south nor heading east,
Only west is it this beast.
The clouds are few but the horizon’s close,
A shot of cold air, I take a dose.
Middle of the windshield it’s officially centered,
 A couple more miles and dusk will be entered.
The ground finally catches the sun,
Another day is almost done.
This is the most awesome time it seems,
Up into the clouds, the sun, it beams.
Colors galore, from pink to blue,
Goodbye for today, from the sun to you.

David J. Gluck
12/20/03