And Mr. Kagle Walked Home... (Part 2)  

rm_unlistedone 65M
3832 posts
8/16/2005 1:02 am

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And Mr. Kagle Walked Home... (Part 2)

His walk home
used to take him
to a neighborhood bar
but only
once a week.
There he would sit
at the far corner
near the kitchen door
and nurse his two drinks.

It took a year
for the bartender
to call him by name,
"What do you want tonight, Mr. Kargle?"
Though the drink was never
nor the name...
Mr. Kagle didn't mind.

Someone had spoken to him.

The bar talk
and the jokes
were the usual fare,
though he didn't try
his hand.
He never could
remember the endings right,
and he had no stories
that would cause a smile.

So, Mr. Kagle
sat alone
at the end
of the bar
near the kitchen door.
And after his
two drinks were gone...
Mr. Kagle would
quietly go to the door
and turning left,
Mr. Kagle walked home...

(End of part 2)
© copyright unlistedone 2005

This in an ongoing experiment, if you will. A different thought process is going on with this poem. I hope it will meet with approval... or at the very least, that it may provoke a different thought within you.
Ask about Mr. Kagle, and the answers will come forth. Speak to him, and he probably won't answer. He's too shy by nature, to do so.

But wonder what he does, wonder who he is, wonder if he really is.

This is "an interactive poem."

Theflinkychick 105F

8/16/2005 7:07 pm

I'm fascinated. For some reason I am thinking about Eleanor Rigby...

Not all who wander are lost.

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/18/2005 12:38 am

To compare this to "Eleanor Rigby" flinky, is some very high praise. Thank you for that thought. I wasn't a fan of The Beatles when they first hit the charts; but by '66 I had changed my mind. Some of their lyrics and songs changed music entirely.
To even imagine someone thinking of something I've written with what the "fab 4" did, is pretty scarey and sobering.

sexyeyes375 47F

8/18/2005 9:56 pm

I wonder what Mr Kagle witnesses at the bar that everyone else misses..

or where he would end up if he turned right when he exited instead of left...

what do his shoes look like?

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/19/2005 7:43 am

And Mr. Kagle Walked Home... (reply #1)

There was a time
when Mr. Kagle
didn't walk straight home.
He would leave the bar
turning right
and quietly walk
the three blocks down
to Maria's Deli and Wine.

Moving to the back
he would sit in the black, wooden chair.
He would pretend to read
his paper until
that angel would appear.

Jo Anne would smile at him
saying "Hello, Mr. Kagle."
"It's nice to see you tonight."
She had auburn hair
and eyes of hazel.
Her smile was easy and fresh.

Mr. Kagle had only
looked into her eyes but once,
and it had frightened him;
but somehow, he didn't mind.
He had become lost there
in her beauty.

He could only stare.

She would take his order,
and ask about his day.
Mr. Kagle would shyly answer,
and would have turn away.

But one day
as he took his seat
he knew something wasn't right.
Jo Anne wasn't there,
and his heart caught in his throat.

"She went to live with family,
Minnesota, I think."

Mr. Kagle walked home...
and took his meals,

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/19/2005 7:59 am

And Mr. Kagle Walked Home... (reply #2,#3)

"Ah, look at all those lonely people."
The words from the jukebox sang.
Mr. kagle sat at the bar
he heard but didn't sing.

He could tell them
about the lonely people
but they were too busy to see.
So, Mr. Kagle drank his drink
and wondered about lonely people... and priests.

Years had passed
and he sat alone
watching the different folks there.
Billy Joel was a "Piano Man" then,
and he seemed to understand.

But Mr. Kagle
never talked about it.
He kept it all inside.
And all the lonely people
passed him
and didn't miss a stride.

One night a lady entered
and sat at the far table.
She kept looking at the time
and the door... but nothing
ever seemed to happen.

Mr. Kagle felt sorry for her
for he knew how she must feel.
But just as he got the courage to speak...
she walked out the door...
turning to the right.

Mr. Kagle left that night
and looking to the right,
he realized
he couldn't walk that way.
no matter how
much he wanted to.

He quietly
nodded his head
and wherever she went,
he bidded her, "good night."

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/19/2005 8:11 am

Flinky, sexyeyes, I hope this answers your thoughts on Mr. Kagle. Thanks for your thoughts. Any more? (He said, smiling, waiting.)

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/19/2005 8:47 am

Please come back anytime, Polly. Mr. Kagle... will still be around.

PailsDiverHonks 55F

8/19/2005 12:14 pm

I'm wondering if he is as confused as I am right now.

I'll keep reading

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/19/2005 9:21 pm

View my blog

8/19/2005 4:46 pm wonders if you are an author? wonders if youre not, if you have ever considered it? wonders how you checked to see that you were number 53 on the blogs?

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/19/2005 9:36 pm

greeneyes, I guess it is a little confussing. This is an interactive poem. You, along with the other bloggers who care to join in, will decide how and where the poem goes.
Poems, like most stories, have a beginning, middle, and an end. They also have a point to make, or a feeling that the author wants you to know or feel. This poem gives you the opportunity to expand on the idea and tell me where "you, the reader" wants it to go.

mrsdalejr8 (Like the name btw) Sorry, but I moved your comment inside here. After looking closely at the poem itself, I decided the best place for the interaction to continue would be here; not in a new posting.
For all your wonders, most the first two are written in the post "I'll take a chance... 3 questions. As for being #53 at the time, I just followed down under male bloggers on the main blogging page. Just click "view all" in the upper right corner. Hope you enjoy yourself here.

rm_plsurskrs20 61M/61F
3 posts
8/19/2005 9:55 pm

What a wonderful description of a shy person. Were you shy at one time or is this just your observations of quiet persons? We all feel alone and out of place at times, but the shy suffer alone. Keep up the great work.

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/19/2005 11:41 pm

Thank you, plsurskrs, for the nice compliment.
If my friends were to be asked if I were shy, they would say "no way." But around new people, yeah, I am. Being in familiar ground one can let down the guard, so to speak. But I've learned to make myself become less and less shy. And your right... the real shy person really does suffer alone.

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/20/2005 10:47 pm

So many questions, Polly. When you savour something, you really do. You may have devoured him! LOL!

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/22/2005 12:49 am

Mr. Kagle Walked Home... (reply #4)

On Saturday
after his ritual cleaning
and polishing of his shoes
Mr. Kagle would walk
down the block.

He'd visit a bookstore
owned by a greek and his english wife.
He envied them,
her with her zest for life.
He overheard
of rooftop parties with friends all around...
though there seemed something amiss.

Down to the park
not far from the sea
Mr. Kagle would take his book
and would sit and read.
He could go anywhere
in those chapters he read.
And still see the people
that would pass.

The couples hand in hand
The children by the tree.
A group of joggers would run by,
an old man with his grandson,
and a single mother...
out and about with her little girl.

He could loose himself
watching the waves
form and crash...
too only come again.
Mr. Kagle didn't feel lonely
on Saturday mornings...
there was just too much
for him to see.

But when Saturday evening came
he had to go on
his way.
He'd buy his groceries
that he could carry;
and then,
Mr. Kagle walked home...


On Sundays
Mr. Kagle would reflect
on the days gone behind.
And daydream of the future,
though he knew he was
running short of time.
Though he still thanked his Lord
for the blessing He had bestowed.

There was a time
when he went to church,
though that had been
a long while ago.
He believed in
the Father,
the Son,
and the Holy Spirit.
But after his mother had died,
he didn't go back again.

He might go back to the park;
or even take in a show.
But they were usually too crowded
he just couldn't make himself go.

Sometimes late in the afternoon,
he'd open a small wooden box,
and gaze at the paper within.
An old, worn, menu
from Maria's Deli and Wine...
he'd walked out with on that final day.

And in the end
when the night came
Mr. Kagle sat alone...
he'd hold the menu close
wondering what might have been.

sexyeyes375 47F

8/29/2005 1:51 am

did Mr Kagle serve his country in a war?

what does he eat for breakfast?

does he wear boxers or briefs? ... my one track mind leads me everywhere... and Mr Kagle probably doesn't go commando.. (inspired by your pic..)

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
9/1/2005 6:00 am

sexy, I have to admit, the underwear thing has thrown me... but only for a few moments.
I'm not sure I should say thanks for noticing my pic...
You are the first to mention it.
Perhaps I should cover up? Is that what you are inferring? Or change it altogether?
And no, I can safely say Mr. Kagle never went commando.

mzhuny... patience. It's coming soon.

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
9/1/2005 6:40 am

And Mr. Kagle Walked Home... (reply #5)

When night time comes
and his evening meal is done,
Mr. Kagle sits
by his window
with the shade
mostly drawn...
and by lamplight
reads his paper.

Night time years ago
had been filled with charity...
either the Red Cross
or the church... and the USO.

But even those times
had long gone.
A slight hearing problem
had made his life...
even the military
had turned him away.

So now he reads of adventures
and stories of days gone by...
in solitude about life and grief.
Noise from the street below
are but faint echoes
growing quieter as the years go by.

Before bed,
and after the kitchen
is cleaned for the night,
Mr. Kagle presses
his clothes for the next day...
shirts, underwear alike.

Then Mr. Kagle
glances around seeing his life
gone for another day...
and when after all
his preparations are done
Lies down alone in his bed...
and turns out
the light.

rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
9/1/2005 7:39 am

And Mr. Kagle Walked Home... (reply #6)


It is late October,
a cool evening
with the leaves blowing around
Mr. kagle
changed his routine
and went walking
down to the bar.

A Saturday night
and the place was quite full
a convention of sorts
in town...
all kinds of folks
from a masked ball.

The tables were full
with people laughing
and having a grand time.
A Playful lady with a talldarkguy,
pussnboots and husband
with patriot, a guy named tongue,
protonic, mimwpn, and mnfun in tow.

There was a blonde
claiming to need sex,
and a sexyfit woman
surrounded by guys
named Jerosd, sizzle,
and one named redswallow.

Curiouskitty and a barbiebunny
had settled down
laughing with JME , kevnico,
and a very large guy.
Strange but happy was this crowd
and getting louder by the minute.

This was more
than Mr. Kagle could take...
and started back out the door.
When a hand touched his shoulder,
and a voice saying...

"You're with me."

Up from Kentucky,
this wonderous woman had come
and wouldn't let him leave,
"How are you tonight, darlin'?"
she asked... smiling all the while.

"Mzhuny, who do you have there?"
came another voice
much to Mr. Kagle's surprise.
He turned and turned bright red
gazing into sexyeyes.

"Mr. Kargle is his name,"
the bartender replied.
"He comes here sometimes."
Mr. Kagle looked downward
but again to his surprise...
mzhuny, smiled as she replied,
"Mr. Kargle, I'm pleased to meet you...
could you show me around your town?"

"Yes, " said sexy,
"that's a great idea."
And Mr. Kagle
looked and saw
both their friendly smiles.

He said,
"Only if you think I should.'
looking up with a new
glow on his face.
He said loud enough
for the bartender to hear.
"It's Kagle... not Kargle...
but Michael to you ladies."

And as the door opened
and the cold breeze
forced them closer...
all three left together...
ACROSS the street.
on their way uptown...
and Mr. Kagle
never again...
looked down.


rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
2/7/2007 12:46 am

Kat... I'm glad it kept your interest. I think most people understand Mr. Kagle to one degree or another. Thanks for taking the time to read it all. hug, me

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