I am a stand-up comic by profession. Still reading? Good. It shows great character. I love to cook fine meals, do cartooning/portrait art, play percussion, dance, camp on my boat, rollerblade, write poetry and fiction (have written a book of poetry entitled, "Why Giants Don't Wear Kilts- and Other Illustrations."), dance again, and play volleyball.I'm a kid at heart; my pancreas is going along for the ride.





Sugar B.

The youth which had escaped me
Stealing energy and zeal,
Has been returned to me by God-
In the way you make me feel.

Emotions thought lost- thrown far
By years of hardened deed-
Are always found just where you are
Fulfilling my desperate need.

The gaping void left in my heart
By loneliness and strife;
Was filled to overflowing
When you came into my life

I'd thought of simply giving up
In the face of dreadful pain-
Then God set you before me...
...And I was young again.

Thank you, Boog!


In My Sleep-

Hope springs up Eternal,
I've always heard them say...
This loneliness Infernal
I dream away each day.

I see you smiling back at me
From the darkness of my mind
And hope that nightly you can see
I return your gift in kind.

In spite of all discretion
New joy within me leaps;
I've known your tender passion-
If only in my sleep.

Your eyes, the mirrors of my glee-
Your smile, Angelic light.
Bliss again awake in me...
As I dream of you each night.

The gaping chasm disappears,
My heart thrown open wide.
I dream that you shed joyful tears
To be here at my side.

I wake to my last glimpse of you,
But, the emptiness is worse.
It seems so small a thing to do...
Still, I set my dreams to verse.

Though my thoughts are still unsteady;
My words themselves are weak-
My voice and pen stand ready
So that my heart may speak.


...for you, Precious...


What Shall I Be Remembered For?


What shall I be remembered for
When I leave this place?
That in receipt of all His gifts
I leave an empty space?

What shall I be remembered for
When my time here is done?
Will it be clearly evident
That I've even gone?

What shall I be remembered for?
What will I leave behind?
Will those I have encountered
Think of me as being kind?

What shall I be remembered for
When my days here are spent?
For all that I have borrowed,
Or all that I have lent?

What shall I be remembered for
When at the end we part?
I pray it's that I've left with you
The greatest of my heart.



Distant Joy

I must only imagine your gaze-
Awed that you'd prolong your view.
Warming me in Summer Sun's rays...
Bolstered, my heart would beat anew.

I hear your voice- though the cruel miles
Separate us. Evil Fate has us far removed,
But, the song of your words delivers smiles...
A harmony to my soul- our duet yet proved.

Your touch is yet a fantasy- I yearn
For the tender warmth I'm sure to know
When the miles dissolve and I'm there to learn
Of the gentle force that from your reach must flow.

Your kiss- which haunts my dreams disguised
As real; an unknown wonder from which I wake
Enthralled. A precious gem from my mind's eye...
A seal to the devotion I'd never forsake.

Smooches, S.B.

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