ALL I’M SAYING IS MAYBE

Baby, I’m ice.

I’m like the chill in your glass.

I haven’t the time or the place.

Baby, I’m hard.

I’m like the sun in your face.

You have an attraction to me.

It’s all very nice.

I’m not keeping score.

It’s all a petty game to me.

Until you beg.

Until you say pretty please.

Until you beg on your knees,

all I’m saying is

maybe.

Baby, I’m cool.

I’m like the wind in your eyes.

I haven’t the want or the need.

Baby, I’m cold.

I’ve got the edge on your head.

You can turn on the T.V.

It’s all very nice.

I’m not keeping count.

Your not the only fish in the sea.

Until you beg.

Until you say pretty please.

Until you beg on your knees,

all I’m saying is

maybe.

Until you beg.

Until you say pretty please.

Until you beg on your knees,

all I’m saying is

maybe.

LET’S WORK IT OUT

Let’s work it out

so our hearts

won’t be hurt again.

For some day, we may

see each

other,

let it be as friends.

Let’s work it out

so our hearts

can begin to mend.

We know some day, we may

see each

other again.

We were meant to be,

the words you said to me,

still fill my dreams.

We were mean to be,

the love you gave to me,

still feels so real.

Let’s work it out.

Let’s start

something new.

For some day, we may

see each

other,

let it be old news.

Let’s work it out.

So our eyes won’t

give us away.

For some day, we may

see each

other,

and find that love has stayed.

A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME

While your fixing the car,

I’ll be out in the light

being a star.

Do you even know

what a woman you lost.

You don’t be sleep alone,

let me tell you good bye

and wish you luck.

‘Cause I think that you know

how a woman can hurt.

No, a house is not a home

without a woman.

No, it’s just no good

without her.

A house is not a home

without love.

It’s just four walls

without her.

While your filling the bed

I’ll be out in the night

pulling ahead.

What have I got to lose?

I’m the one with the goods.

You can put up the walls,

fill them in

but a house is not a home

without a woman.

Do you think I don’t know,

how much a woman is worth.

No, a house is not a home

without a woman.

No, it’s just no good

without her.

A house is not a home

without love.

It’s just four walls

without her.

TROUBLE IS, I KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

Fair is fair play.

change my mind. But you can never be sure, ‘cause your a pencil writer. A pencil writer kind of guy. Hum, song coming on. About a guy who only pencils a woman in. What does she sing? I’m not tell you, but I got another song. Har! har! har! You couldn’t get

Peggy L. Pinhey

Academy of American Poets

Poetry Contest

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Then rushed upon me a thousand memories

that I should never write about.

My life as a tragedy was now unfolding.

My parents stood in slat sunlight,

trying not to look embarrassed.

How long will I be forever tormented?

Only seventeen years and still counting.

No doubt there will be pride in my eyes,

Ignorant of the doors that oppress me.

But like the child I carry,

I will grow to be more like a woman

than like the girl in trouble.

Peggy Penny