Reset Password
If you've forgotten your password, you can enter your email address below. An email will then be sent with a link to set up a new password.
Cancel
Reset Link Sent
If the email is registered with our site, you will receive an email with instructions to reset your password. Password reset link sent to:
Check your email and enter the confirmation code:
Don't see the email?
  • Resend Confirmation Link
  • Start Over
Close
If you have any questions, please contact Customer Service
Poetry...by jc
 
Words...that are feelings...experiences...observations...are not just words; they are reality!
Keywords | Title View | Refer to a Friend |
Dad...the 70's View
Posted:Oct 6, 2006 3:30 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2007 2:50 pm
387 Views

“Dad…the 70’s View” jcr

Seems so long ago…
since I began a different path than the one you tried to build for me.
Gets lonely lots of times…trying to find which way is up;
Crazy thing is…seems I’m finding out real fast…
Maybe I’ll get it together some day?
Sure as hell gonna try.

Seems like a lot of the “little facts” I learned when young are being proven…
Owe it to a lot of people…but none, quite as much as you.
You learned many things the hard way in the years you’ve walked…
and the path you’ve taken…those too have led my view.
Things you spoke of…becoming very true…but still don’t understand all the words…
Can’t seem to play quite the same tune…maybe not a bad thing…huh?

Early shopping Christmas spree to avoid the hassles came to me…
Malls and gift shops…ten hours of searching and choosing…
Every one got a card; presents for all but you.
Been thinking what…don’t think I’ll get what moms said to…
Long underwear might be handy…just can’t do it though.
So, here I am with nothing to give…but for a card…and maybe one more thing;

My love…dad…
Wasn’t always the best …know I won’t always be
Just one more way we’re the same you and me…but what the hell…
Do the best we can…or at least what we do…
Either way…my love to you.

Be good and take it light…
and ‘cause you know I so often forget…Merry Christmas…
Happy New Year…Fathers Day…birthday…anniversary…
And at least for a short time; good by…from a loving …and maybe;
A friend?
Just so ya know, when I think of home
First thoughts will often be of you.
Got your address, got your number…
What’s say we keep in touch?

John Charles Rhoades

(1977)
0 Comments
Cruzin
Posted:Oct 4, 2006 3:41 pm
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2006 3:42 pm
482 Views

“Cruzin” jcr

Watching the sky pass away,
Seconds, minutes going by…hours compile,
Trees, cars, miles; Corn fields empty, trees bare.
Took a drive last night…easy ride…come share it with me?
Lines of these highways etched in my soul,
back roads like veins, sight of houses and farms; muscle and bone.
Tall, wide, yet narrow houses…with windows just the same.
Groves of trees, some with ponds, others lakes,
many with only dead and decaying limbs and trunks:
Spring though; in spring all this comes to life…
comes to life…
Off in the distance a red barn,
Here next to me…the brownness of tempting young eyes.
Cows in the fields, two friends in the back seat…
Time and country side passing by;
Milk trucks and tankers, mobile homes, shippers,
Travelers, a lonely black bird…all going their way.
Country here is golden brown, brown and golden…
The face, hair and eyes beside me match the scene.
Holiday Inn…Watch your speed, we are…
Tate Orchard, one mile left…closed for the season; gotta stop for gas.
Driving down the highway, enjoying the scene.
Got to get back though, eight hour routine…
At our rate of speed, be in our rooms by one, one thirty…
More trees…
Deep love and respect for trees…as well as the company I’m keeping…
company I’m keeping…
Military life blues;
Sing that song…sing that song…six years long.
Military blues, just too strong…
Enjoy a little Hoosier…and Indiana cruze.
Drive awhile if you like,
Really wish I had my bike…scooter that is…
Cruzin…
Travelin’ past mobile home parks, Volkswagens, and dirt bikes.
Smoke one more, get by…we’ll get there in time…
if you like, you can do the driving.
Cruzin… Lookin for… life…
See ya later…. Love.

John Charles Rhoades
(Written spring 1980)
0 Comments
A True Fantasy
Posted:Sep 5, 2006 3:51 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 7:2 am
402 Views

“A True Fantasy” jcr

Smile pretty lady, it’s good for you.
Happiness on your face accents your lovely features.
As when watching a dove in flight
it’s quite a pleasant sight when blessed with your light
and the beauty deep within.
Yet, who am I to speak?
A stranger to you, I am but another face,
passing by I need no reason why…but oh,
much more than meets the eye.
Like a quickly passing dream that makes you smile
I could for a sort while
help your fantasies, dreams
and hopes come true.
I’ll bring freedom…
A special gift that’s often left behind
love given simply to share and enjoy
no commitment, no ties, no reason why.
Something far more fun
Than learning to drive
giving love…pure and free
would you like to share that with me?
Talking of life gone past…
Maybe an unexpected rendezvous
in soft dim light,
passion taking flight
Pleasing you above and below
Setting our desire free, teasing timidly
As another of my needs reaches
Unexplored depths, letting love flow.
Forgetting all but our ecstatic pleasure
As hours pass like moments
Would be my joy to share with you
Tender touches, soft kisses and more!
Come fly away for a moment…leave all cares behind
You must if you will
Enter with me a true fantasy
Satisfy our bodies, minds and souls…

John Charles Rhoades

(Written in 1977)
0 Comments
A New Beginning
Posted:Aug 31, 2006 2:58 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2007 2:50 pm
499 Views

“A New Beginning” jcr

Back in the black.
Back to the days of tomorrow
yesterday,
And me…
Glad to see
Glory Be!
Bodies sway to and fro,
People come,
Then go…
The loud ones–
Lookers,
Talkers,
Old trying to be:
Some acting the other…
Many in between.
Back to black again…
Basic…
True.
Is tomorrow yesterday?
Beauty seen then: Is not as today.
Eyes different…
Sight closed somehow…
Or opened now?
Back to the basics.
Red, black, seen, unseen…
Through all these…
New fallen snow.
Time to come clean, to what time should have been…
Fix the tire blown.
See the beauty…brought from what is; Not from that hoped to be…

In the reflection of an eye, I find a reflection…
From neon, twisted here and there, importance on only the seen.
Still there is…
Temptation…temptation.
Face facts…or let hope guide?
Hard to decide.
Heart…or mind?
Both of mine know…
I must be true to me!

John Charles Rhoades
(01-15-1993)
(written in a strip club in South Bend, IN)
0 Comments
A Moment of Life
Posted:Aug 21, 2006 5:48 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 7:2 am
416 Views

“A Moment of Life” jcr

Into a new world…Each must take that step each day;
For though each day is similar…each day, and every moment there of,
Holds an element of surprise.
Thus, do not think for an instant…that you know;
What any moment of the future may bring…the future is known by no one,
Plan for it…but do not even try to know.
If a man were allowed to see…everything…all that happened
Throughout the realms of man and God for even the briefest moment of time,
There would be such…a multitude of feeling.
Untold experiences of life…so that the mind which we control;
Could not hope to understand…the pain and joy of one and all,
Happiness and torment of millions of lives.
Obesity and starvation…both look the same in ways;
Stomachs bloated…and both may in fact be empty;
Each void of what truly gives life.
Man never treats his brother…as he would be treated himself;
Everybody’s tryin…for what seems to them as the upper hand;
All seem to be void of what truly gives life.
Yet,
If I could,
I would ask for only one thing
At the moment of my death…
May I feel, rather, may I know a moment of life
And for that moment,
Let all of life know…freedom from life;
For a moment let all life
Be free…
To share with my fellow man…eternity… Love …and God …whose Love is;
Eternity.

John Charles Rhoades

(written some time between 1977 and 1980)
0 Comments
A Middle Man
Posted:Aug 10, 2006 8:31 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 7:2 am
476 Views

“A Middle Man” jcr

Home again…but where is home?
A place in your heart…the place you come from…the place you are?
All are a bit right…and all are right for some…but what for me?
Some say…in some ways…each of these…
How do I know that that home is right for me?...
Some…I…me…;
A portrait…
Man,
Early twenties,
Coffee, pad and pen close at hand
Distinguishable features?
Brown hair, cut short and tapered all around
Brown eyes…any scars?
On the outside there’s one on the right side of his chin…
Top right of his lip another…but that’s unseen,
One, more fresh and clear on the side of his nose…
Left side…not too bad really…seen much worse.
Scars on the inside?
Outward expressions don’t show what he feels…
Is he a good man? Look deep…probe movements…read;
Soul and mind…heart too?
Looks a bit out of place…military…but none around here;
At home…and yet; not…this is…yet not his home
He is alone,
Seems in character that way…yet not
Like a part of him is missing…being alone is not his practice;
But reality for now.
Can you see…does he show…if he wishes to remain that way?
Actions say no…manner and appearance say yes…
Both seem right some how.
A middle man…a team mate…an enemy?...no
Looks, acts, can see; he’s more of a friend than a foe…
A middle man
Looking for the right road…
A middle man
At, and yet, not home…
A middle man.
Shall it always be so?...
only One does know…

John Charles Rhoades
0 Comments
A Kiss Away
Posted:Aug 8, 2006 3:35 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 7:2 am
431 Views

“A Kiss Away” jcr

Just a kiss away,
As we lay so deep…
Just a kiss away,
Body’s spent, ready for sleep…
Just a kiss away, more and more it seems,
Every time before I turn to leave…

Just a kiss away,
Blown on the wind,
Looking at the love flowing from your eyes,
Trying to smile…even though I know…without you I’m empty inside.

Then I think again…and you ease my mind.

Just a kiss away,
I’ll see you again…
Just a kiss away,
A joyful vision in my mind…

As you sit there gazing out the window;

Just a kiss away…
Like the kisses shared so tenderly…with only giving in mind!

Just a kiss away…

My love.

John Charles Rhoades
0 Comments
A Closer Look
Posted:Jul 26, 2006 3:25 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 7:2 am
441 Views

“A Closer Look” jcr

Time to get lonely again…
Stick to my scooter…and friends.

Save some money,
Get closer to home,

God help me…
Amen!

John Charles Rhoades
0 Comments
A Great Big toy
Posted:Jul 15, 2006 5:25 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 7:2 am
451 Views

“A Great Big Toy” jcr
(approx. 197

The mind moves in circles,
…so does the heart.
Like time, our feelings repeat themselves,
…no one can ever change that.
Yet, each must find their way past changes that pop up.

We must not let the world come crashing down.
Rather, make it better with patience and understanding.
Share some laughter and friendly fun;
Or the pleasure that may come, with a special one…

Life can be a great big toy!

Enjoy the time…
Thank the Man for whatever may come…

Just be careful not to break it.

John Charles Rhoades
0 Comments
Two Loves
Posted:Jul 12, 2006 7:59 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 7:2 am
442 Views

“Two Loves” jcr
(Originally “Convenience or Love” 1983)

Two loves…
Which binds or separates?
Love for convenience…or that for Loves sake?
One shown in many ways…given for a multitude of reasons…
Another has no reason…or set way.
One gives no commitment…
but shows itself to be nothing but…;
selfish…self control…its main way.
Seems so truthful
yet, filled with lies…
Least on one side or the other;
sadness only comes…
Hidden in the mind…of one…
addenda’s come.

While one tries to give truly and free.
Controllers love for convenience ‒
Dreamers ‒ just for love.
One does not judge…by seen or unseen;
Another by both to get their way.

If only both could try to understand the feelings of the other ‒
To see outside themselves ‒ put aside them self ‒
No controllers would there be ‒ for feeling ‒ really feeling what others do…
Causes truth to be seen…and…it is there;
In that place where your heart feels through another’s…that real truth is seen!

As those when a sunset melts into your soul…
Or dreams of tranquil beauty found in that sweet scent of a spring wild flower.

Love for Loves sake…
Or for convenience?
Which shall be your choice?

John Charles Rhoades

(Written in Feb. 1983; New Orleans: after a conversation with Maggie Baird and Joanie Madden)
0 Comments
A True Fantasy
Posted:Jul 9, 2006 9:46 am
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2006 9:49 am
401 Views

“A True Fantasy” jcr

Smile pretty lady, it’s good for you.
Happiness on your face accents your lovely features.
As when watching a dove in flight
it’s quite a pleasant sight when blessed with your light
and the beauty deep within.
Yet, who am I to speak?
A stranger to you, I am but another face,
passing by I need no reason why…but oh,
much more than meets the eye.
Like a quickly passing dream that makes you smile
I could for a sort while
help your fantasies, dreams
and hopes come true.
I’ll bring freedom…
A special gift that’s often left behind
love given simply to share and enjoy
no commitment, no ties, no reason why.
Something far more fun
Than learning to drive
giving love…pure and free
would you like to share that with me?
Talking of life gone past…
Maybe an unexpected rendezvous
in soft dim light,
passion taking flight
Pleasing you above and below
Setting our desire free, teasing timidly
As another of my needs reaches
Unexplored depths, letting love flow.
Forgetting all but our ecstatic pleasure
As hours pass like moments
Would be my joy to share with you
Tender touches, soft kisses and more!
Come fly away for a moment…leave all cares behind
You must if you will
Enter with me a true fantasy
Satisfy our bodies, minds and souls…

John Charles Rhoades
0 Comments
Dark Star Rising
Posted:Jul 8, 2006 7:45 am
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2006 3:45 pm
416 Views

“Dark Star Rising” jcr

Walking on autumn evening, I gazed upon a brilliant celestial globe…shrouded so perfectly. The leaves murmured softly, as night passed to morning…then, she came to me.
I felt the brightness of her smile. It danced as a white tailed doe through the meadow of my memory: all else faded away.
She had been so close in those moments just passed. Her small and graceful lines: That masterpiece of living beauty painted in my mind. A heavenly work of art I’d admired before and since.
As sunlight on tropic shores, seeing her burns my desire; warms even my soul…with need to hold her at my side…till tide no longer rises to sea. Not “Annabelle Lee” is she to me. But such a sweet seductive sedative it would be: Falling to dreams while listening to the rhythm of her breathing, as it slowed and swallowed…spent and satisfied.
This and more I long to find…To know the sadness she has seen…the joy and trouble that has been. Those things that move her deep within: To find a way that returns a smile when sorrow takes her low.
Yet, what is mine to give for her to wish to make it so? My choice would see each moment spent to please this one who excites me: As dawns fragrance on a warm spring day; she awakens me! Hair; like fruited wheat that with summer breezes play. The tenderness in her eyes, that satin softened slumber at long days end.
But is she the woman in whom my little one’s can depend? Am I he who can meet all her demands? Could we be as fine mahogany through torment and troubled wind? Can waters of time be channeled away so I can begin again? What we have seen…and been….can not be turned aside…and…can what we are and what we have…will we be able to abide?
I heard a sparrow sing as he waited for a mate…I watch the summer raindrops and wake before the dawn…She is in this, and fills that too. Images rise and fall. For years this vision has filled me…Shall it remain just a fantasy? If we are as I dream: Then she shall be the key…If we, never come to be; they’ll be no surprise to me…
Another in my youth touched me as such…a lovely mystery. Only a few years my younger…yet at the time it seemed so much; through my teens it was my neighbor’s for which I hungered. Learning her feelings were also caged, only after I’d gone…and time had passed away. Will it be the thus with you?

I’ve searched even the sky to find your eyes…
Shall I lose them as a falling star?


John Charles Rhoades
(To Robin, 1992; my first desire after the ’s mother)
0 Comments
Continue On
Posted:Jul 5, 2006 12:08 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 7:2 am
368 Views
“Continue On” jcr

Old times,
New times…
Mind running in circles.
Why...
Maybe the hopes and dreams lost along the line?

…Simple things I crave;
Warmth,
Companionship…laughter:
other needs.
The gentle touch of a hand;
That joy…
The thrill that comes when you find someone to help pass the time.

No one can explain…or justify love.
Only enjoy what may come…
And be sad if it goes away.


John Charles Rhoades
0 Comments

To link to this blog (pusseatinjarhead) use [blog pusseatinjarhead] in your messages.

October 2006
Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
1
 
2
 
3
 
4
1
5
 
6
1
7
 
8
 
9
 
10
 
11
 
12
 
13
 
14
 
15
 
16
 
17
 
18
 
19
 
20
 
21
 
22
 
23
 
24
 
25
 
26
 
27
 
28
 
29
 
30
 
31
 
       

Recent Visitors

Visitor Age Sex Date

Most Recent Comments by Others

Post Poster Post Date
A New Beginning (3)want2play926
Sep 1, 2006 6:43 am