Sharing
by Ted L Glines

He used to be a kind and gentle soul,
giving warmth and cheers,
happily supporting
all of us throughout the years.

If you ever had a problem,
he would be your guiding light,
with his caring hand of help
to set your life a'right.

He often helped the bad and mean,
a friend beyond compare,
an angel's light in darkness,
with his only wish ... to share.

But the story of his end
was an awful gory chiller,
the way this gentle man
became a raving killer.

He gave away his goodness
to them and me and you,
and we gave him all our badness
which, inside him, grew and grew.

Even as he helped you,
he took your problems in,
absorbed them and condensed them,
and made them part of him.

Your neuroses and psychoses
slowly filled him like a page,
'til the day he bubbled over
in a blind and killing rage.

On the news, you saw his story,
pics of bodies everywhere,
and the sadness in his eyes
(he had nothing left to share).

Author's Notes: Not entirely  fantasy,  the process described in this poem is called "transference," and  it  can happen to therapists and psychologists whose empathy lures  them into getting  too much inside their patients.

Shy
by Ted L Glines

I remember
she was so beautiful
cotton shirt and old blue jeans
heart-breaking face
big blue eyes
standing there across the room
she looked at me
I turned away, and
when I looked at her
she turned away
the crowd milled in between us
and when I saw again
she was gone
I looked everywhere
for countless days and nights
and only found
this ache in my heart
this ache in my soul
which follows me
every day and night
reminding me
love comes but once
and I rejected
mine

Sex
by Ted L Glines

who're we kidding with our high class act
we're all sex fiends and that's a fact
we'll screw anything that's looking good
just lay it down - that's understood

so what're these holy platitudes
our nose-in-the-air moral attitudes
don't mean a thing to the fire of youth
when the scent of sex is the only truth
where a winking eye and a stolen kiss
behind closed doors - orgasmic bliss

while out in the world in the light of day
we pray our "sins" will vanish away
and churchy folks with begetting habits
infest our world with morals of rabbits

by the look in your eye and your pelvic motion
I see you're beginning to get the notion
in order to not be nervous wrecks
let's raise a cheer 'cause we all love sex!

Author's Notes: Too sexy for my poem.  Hey, how do  you think we managed to become 6.5 billion people?  Not from platonic friendships!  Ya gotta love those birds-n-bees!