When Someday Becomes Today

When Someday Becomes Today

A beautiful chance encounter

I saw my Rosebud today,

I just love her so much

My heart I can’t betray,

Yet it is not our time

The laws I must obey,

So I’ll just write about it

In a poetic kind of way,

There is just so much I want to share with her

So much I wish to say,

I want to be the one to show her

Our world of poetry,

Because it’s her that I write for

Each and every day,

Sure I have my pictures

In a beautiful array,

And then there’s my scrapbook

When I have the time to play,

But I need so much more

I wish she would stay,

For now I’ll just bide my time

And it will be to everyone’s dismay,

When we can be together

When someday becomes today.

To Write or Not to Write, That is the Qustion

Essay: To write or not to write, that is the question.

Very early on in my writing career in my quest to become a published poet & essayist I faced a very difficult question.  I suffered from years of abuse and wanted to reach out and share with those that suffered or still suffer childhood sexual abuse and trauma.  But, I knew early on, if I proceeded down this path and ultimately achieved my goal of publication that I would be bringing my close family and friends into the spotlight. A spotlight they may not want to be in.  It was a tough decision that I had before me because for one thing some of my immediately family had no idea I was abused.

It is estimated that one in four girls and one in seven boys will be abused by the age of twelve by someone they know.  That is a shocking statistic.  It boggles the mind when you try and think about how many children that really is.  And that is only the one’s we know if.  A lot of our children never come forward, remain silent, and carry these scars with them for the rest of their lives.

If you are reading this then you know what I decided to do.  I had to do it. I mean, if you could potentially help thousands wouldn’t you have to do it?  Even if it meant hurting the four, or the two, or the one.  The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one. 

I don’t regret making that decision years ago.  And, ten years from now I will feel the same way I do today.  And that is, if I were only able to help even just one person or child that suffered as I did then it would have all been worth it, regardless of the sacrifice that had to be made.

I'm All In!

I’m All In!

I’ve placed my bet

And I’m all in,

So let’s get started

Let the dealing begin;

How could I do it

‘Cause love is blind,

And as the cards are dealt

Don’t know what I’ll find;

What started as a glance

Is now my love affair,

Contained in my mind

Not yet able to share;

Share this burning desire

Saturating my heart,

As the inner child cries

As long as we’re apart;

So I took a leap

Just had to begin,

It’s only after the deal

That I’ll know if I win;

Will I win her heart

Or will I bust out,

No, I will be victorious

Of this I have no doubt;

So let’s play out this hand

Like I said I’m all in,

Love conquers all

Let the games begin!

Day of Reckoning

Day of Reckoning

I need to know that people like you

Are walking the earth,

I’ve watched everything you’ve done

Since childbirth;

I’ve watched you over the years

Grow more and more,

More beautiful with each passing year

Then you were the year before;

You’ve now become my Rosebud

And our time is drawing near,

Where I can lose all inhibitions

And overcome my fear;

My fear that you’ll reject me

‘Cause I love you oh so much,

I long to hold you

And feel your tender touch;

You’ve done so much for me

A debt I can never repay,

But I am willing to try

Until my dying day;

I’ve watched and I’ve waited

Year after year,

And Rosebud I am waiting patiently

As our day of reckoning comes oh so near;

You are such a kindred spirit

It’s so torturous to wait,

If anyone has had an unattainable love

I know they can relate;

They know the torture that I live

Each and every day,

With this unrequited love

It’s for you that I pray;

For me it will be over soon

As the angels watch from above,

When I can finally give my Rosebud

My undying love.

Upcoming Poetry Recital

I would love to see you at either or both of my upcoming recitals

“It’s a poets place to be controversial”

                                                                                                                                           - Raymond Tucker

You are cordially invited to a Poetry Reading and Book Signing Event

Raymond Tucker – Poet & Essayist

Reciting from his newly published book:

“Mind Guards the Gate”

Hosted by:

Plumb Memorial Library

65 Wooster St

Shelton Ct

203-924-1580

August 2 / 1:00-3:00 PM

R.S.V.P. – raymondtuckerjr@hotmail.com

“It’s a poets place to be controversial”

                                                                                                                                           - Raymond Tucker

You are cordially invited to a Poetry Reading and Book Signing Event

Raymond Tucker – Poet & Essayist

Reciting from his newly published book:

“Mind Guards the Gate”

Hosted by:

Koffee on Audobon

104 Audobon St

New Haven Ct

203-562-5454

August 3 / 1:00-3:00 PM

R.S.V.P. – raymondtuckerjr@hotmail.com

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday

6/24/19

It was always you and I,

And I’ll be telling this with a sigh,

As you know I never lie,

You gave me the strength so I could try,

And if I reached the starry sky,

It’s because you gave me wings so I could fly,

Now it’s time to say good-bye,

And I don’t want you to cry,

Don’t want to see a tear in your eye,

I know on others you can rely,

So now please…

Please just let me die.

Not On My Watch

Not On My Watch

I know my day will come

And I will be prepared,

Still I’m apprehensive

And a little bit scared;

Will I rise to the occasion

When I get the call?

When nothing else will matter

And I have to give it my all;

I must forget about my family

Friends and all the rest,

When I’m called upon

And put to the test;

My heart will guide me

My Rosebud I’ll reveal,

It is then she’ll know

Exactly how I feel;

And it’ll be my finest hour

Which I am not going to botch,

No evil will ever befall her

At least not on my watch.