Seaside

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

(My view as I wrote this poem)

Seaside - a video version

I am seaside with my bride

It’s the perfect place to abide

We talk and confide

We walk a slow stride

I love seaside with my bride

Seaside is where we set aside

The daily grind and just hide

We sip and slide

We hear the tide

While at the seaside with my bride

Our seaside time is justified

We come here often to get fortified

We lay aside

Problems small and wide

While on our getaway at the seaside

Let's Go for a Run

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

© 2006 by Paula Best

Sung by Paula and Jason Best

(This is a poem/song that Paula Best, my step-daughter, wrote for our wedding ceremony ten years ago.  Here is an audio track with a simple visual.  Enjoy.)

If I could I would call you up

And ask you to sing to me

If I could I would sing to you

Every beautiful song I know

Hey I love you

And I love you

Did you know that I’m not dead inside?

My heart is beating

My pulse is alive

Just for the record

I’ve signed up for you

The past, the present,

the future too

You have my heart

And you have mine

Let’ go for a run into each other’s arms

Let’ go for a run into each other’s arms

Let’ go for a run into each other’s arms

Let’ go for a run into each other’s arms

The conversations are seamless, unbroken

With passion growing, the dance in not knowing

Walking together in strength and confidence

Plans for our future to share with my lover

Hey I love you

And I love you

I love you

And I love you

Thirty-Five Cents

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

He was only ten, our little friend

He wanted ice cream, but where and when

He counted his coins again and again

He counted again, and then, and then

He asked the price with chocolate on top

He heard the price, his face did drop

He started to leave the old soda shop

He headed for the door and he did stop

Ice cream only was thirty-five cents

Thirty-five cents made a pretty big dent

But back to the counter our young lad went

He asked for the scoop costing thirty-five cents

It was delish, he ate it all

His belly was full, he sat real tall

Now he was ready, for the check he did call

He reached real deep into his overall

Out came the coins, he paid thirty-five cents

He dug some more and found fifteen more

He plopped them down and away he went

There goes a gent, he tipped a good percent

A Man in Need

© 2016 by P Michael Biggs

What do you do with a man in need?

You could bandage his wounds so he doesn’t bleed

You could buy him a burger and let him feed

If he’s in chains he could be freed

What do you do with a man in need?

A man like him needs help, all agreed

To men like him we should pay heed

We don’t need to know all of his misdeeds

He’s a needy man, a man in need

If I could plant just one good seed

Then perhaps I have done one good deed

Where, I wonder will that good deed lead

Depends mostly upon his inner creed

Away he goes, this man in need

His dirty coat was once fine tweed

His pace is slow with not much speed

I say a prayer for this man in need