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The Very Best of Bill Naughton, Jr.


50 Poems From Several Collections

In Search Of A Dream
Still Searching
I Don’t Count The Days
I Reserve The Right To Change My Mind


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These poems are representative of a very wide and diverse time span. Some of these poems are among my earliest work, when I was younger and obviously heavily influenced by Rod McKuen, Walter Rinder, and Leonard Cohen. Others were written during the time when poems were being transformed into songs, a time when writing poetry actually became less of a priority and crafting song lyrics became the main focus. There's a big difference between a poem and a song lyric, and I had to learn that. I actually had to learn that the hard way. My first trip to Nashville was not what I'd call encouraging. It was only when I lived there, and worked at two of Nashville's biggest radio stations, that I was able to really spend time talking to people in the music industry who were kind enough to teach me what I needed to know and help me get on the right track. I consider myself more a songwriter today than a poetry writer, but once a poet always a poet, and without these poems, I'm sure I wouldn't be a songwriter. So these poems mean a lot to me, and it was challenging selecting fifty pieces to include on this web site. But here it is, my on-line book of poetry. It won't make me any money, but I'm proud of it, and at least you'll know now where I'm coming from.

I’ve always been a writer. I remember writing my first little poems in elementary school. I wrote a lot of poetry and a few pretty bad songs in high school, and then I got really serious about writing poetry right after high school and throughout my late teens and early twenties. I saved everything I wrote, even the little scraps of paper that my friends would find on the floor of my car, but most of those pieces are not for publication. Having said that, I do have to admit that I left some things out of here that probably should have been included, but for the most part, my earlier work is best  left on the shelf. I think that would be true for most writers. Some people who are familiar with what I've previously published will be interested in some of the pieces that are being presented here for the first time.
There are poems on this page that no one has ever seen before, and I'm very happy to present them here.

I feel it’s important for me to say that these poems and stories are entirely a product of my imagination and any resemblance to real persons or events would be purely coincidental. The reader should assume that, in the words of John Lennon, nothing is real (and nothing to get hung about). Contrary to what many people think, writing is not easy, it can be very stressful, but for the most part these poems were fun to create. I certainly enjoyed looking back at what I’ve created, it helped me focus on where I’ve been and points even more clearly to where I’m going. I hope you enjoy these pieces that I’ve chosen to include in this collection. But please don’t try too hard to figure out what I’m trying to say, or who I might have been writing about. Remember that I made it all up. I’m a writer, and writers make up stories. I have a poetic license that allows me to do that. I get an idea and I just start writing. It's free form, sometimes it rhymes but more often it does not. Some pieces are very short and some are longer.There's no way I could have experienced all this, but I imagined it all in my mind, and I put it on paper. Now it's on-line.

These pieces are sorted in alphabetical order to make it easy for the reader to locate a specific piece. You can scroll down through the entire collection if you want to, or you can use the links below to go directly to a specific piece.

  For example, below is the link for my Haiku, including the introduction:

Haiku

Thank you for your time. I appreciate that fact that you're reading these.

Bill Naughton, Jr.

 
 

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A Bottle Of Barrys Best (For Monique)
A Diamond Is Forever
A Friend Like You
A Song That I'll Never Sing For Anyone Else
Alone
Before You Smiled
Crickets
Dreams That I Want To Share With You
For My Friend
Friend
I Don't Count The Days
I Noticed Last Night You Went Home With A Carpenter
I Picked Up Your Scent Today
I Used To Have It Made
I Want To Write A Happy Song
I Was Hoping You'd Say That
I Wished You Were Here
I'll Meet You Halfway
In Search Of A Dream
It's Almost Funny
It's Been Ten Years
It's Hard Letting You Go
It's The Laughter I Miss
Juanita
Let's Give It Time

Love Is A Good Feeling To Know
Michelle
My Body Is Racked Now With Wine
My Life Might Be Worth 69 Cents To Some Stranger In Spain
My Magic World
My New Things
Ocean In The Sky
Old Man Winter
Orchids
Remembering
Secrets
She Touched Me
She's Not As Nice As You
Soft Summer Lady
Take My Wood
The Leaf
The Morning
The Old Couple And Me
This Is Not The End
This Morning Has Succeeded In Burning
This Piece Of Paper Is Broken
Too Many Questions
Warm Like The Wind
Warm September Mornings
You


 
A Bottle Of Barry's Best (For Monique)

(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
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I owe this poor excuse for a poem
To a young Canadian girl,
And a bottle of Barry's Best White Riesling
(available only in New York State).

I stayed up all night,
In a cabin near Lake Canandaigua,

Trying to convince a beautiful young blonde girl
That hitch hiking was dangerous,
But making love was a very natural thing to do.

She believed me.
On both counts.
And to this day,
I think she showed me more raw emotion,
Than any girl I’ve ever known.
And I’ve yet to touch any skin
As soft as I remember her’s to be.

Her name was Monique.
She was nineteen.
She’s married now,
But she still writes to me,
From time to time.

I will always have a weakness for her.
And every time I taste White Riesling,
It tugs at my heart.

I live with her memory.





A Diamond Is Forever
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Remember that night we sat in the little café,
And shared one espresso,
Because we couldn’t afford two cups?
And you looked at me
The way you’d been looking at me all week,
And I looked at you
And realized that you had brown eyes,
And then we ell in love?

Remember the night under the stars,
When there wasn’t a chance of rain,
And it poured.
And the umbrella your mother told us we should take,
But I said it wasn’t necessary because it wasn’t going to rain,
Was still sitting at home on the porch?

You know, you showed me something that night,
That I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
And you will too.
I want to spend my life with you.
Because five years after that night that never ended,
I still love you.







A Friend Like You
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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When we used to sit together,

And talk,
And drink wine,
I didn’t realize how much it meant to me,
To have a friend like you.
Someone I could always turn to,
When I needed a hand.

It’s been almost a year now

Since I’ve talked to you,
And I realize now what you meant to me.
And I miss you.

I wish we could sit together,

And talk,
And drink wine,
Because there is so much I want to tell you.








A Song That I’ll Never
Sing For Anyone Else

 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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In the winter of 1993,
I moved to a small three room apartment,
With a stove, but no refrigerator,
On Riverside Avenue.
But it was near the river!
Something told me I had to be near the river.

Wendy saw me struggling with my only chair,
And asked me if I needed a hand.
We became friends that day,
And lovers that night.
I guess she was as lonely as I was,
Although I always refused to admit
That I was really ever lonely.

It was nice,
But it wasn’t always easy.
It took me about a month to get used to having
A woman in the house on a daily basis.
Women do things that a man would never think of doing.
Like putting carpet on the toilet seat.
I mean, the lid would never stay up for me!
I had to hold the damn thing open with my spare hand!
And then I couldn’t leave my clothes where I dropped them anymore,
Because she could never pick them up
Without letting me know that she was picking them up.

But we made love every day, and we shared a lot of wine,
Which was chilled by the winter wind outside my door
(I never did get a refrigerator.
That’s one thing she never made me do).

We ate mostly tuna fish and soup. And cereal.
And we talked and talked and talked.

Wendy, wherever you are, I miss you.
You brought a bit of sunshine to my strange world,
And I wrote a few songs for you
That I’ll never sing for anyone else.

There’s not much more I can do for a woman,
Than to write her a song that I’ll never sing for anyone else.







Alone
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
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You came into my life,
And brought sunshine with you.

I was alone before I met you.
Not just alone, I was self exiled,
Anti social even.
I never went anywhere,
Where I couldn’t be alone.

Because of that I have grown,
And because of that,
Our paths crossed.

You too, were alone.
And we learned to be alone together.
We learned to like each other,
To accept each other,
And therefore, to love each other.

We learned the meaning of true friendship,
And we learned to be happy when together,
Always together,
Yet always alone.





 
Before You Smiled
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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How can I tell you it’s over,
At 3 a.m. on a Monday?
How does one break a heart,
Gently.

I’ve never been good
With those kind of words.

You must know by now.
There’s been no expression on my face
All weekend,
And we’ve hardly talked at all.

I wish I could just turn around,
And walk away from this whole mess,
Like it never happened.
But I can’t.

You’ve been too nice,
And you’ve put up with my craziness.

What can I say so you’ll let me go back
To where I was,
Before you smiled?






 
Crickets

(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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At night I listen to the crickets sing.
Sometimes I walk down by the pier,
Where the waves come crashing hard,
Against the moss covered rocks,
On which I have sat at low tide,
And thought about the things,
That have meant the most to me.
Like the sea,
A warm bath,
And you.

Sometimes I wonder where you are,
And who you’re with,
And if you’re having as good a time
As you used to have with me.

I do love you.
I think of you as I walk along the beach, alone,
Or sit at home and listen to the crickets sing,
For no one but me.





 
Dreams That I Want To Share With You

(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Can you think how it might be,
If you had never crossed my path.
If I hadn’t stumbled onto your trip,
And decided to share a few dreams with you?

I guess it really wouldn’t be any different,
Than last year, or the year before that.
But because I have found you, I’ve changed.
And I do things for you now,
Where I used to do things only for myself.

Knowing you has affected me.
So much, in fact, that I don’t know,
If I could go on now without you.
So please, don’t leave me,
I need you.

You are a very important part of my life,
And there are so many more dreams,
That I want to share with you.






 
For My Friend
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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I heard today I wouldn’t be seeing you as soon as planned.
But plans never seem to work out anyway.
At least for me.

Being alone for so long,
Teaches a man to expect little,
And accept everything.
It isn’t as if anything’s really changed,
That’s just it.
Nothing really changes, just rearranges.
Life flows, love grows,
Except for the lonely.

I would have welcomed your face at my door.
Two halves make a whole,
But it was never intended to be that way.
I miss you, but only because I have to.
Having nothing to miss is worse than missing nothing.
And I’ve missed a lot already.

You could have filled my room with laughter,
But then again, you will.
And because time heals all sorrow, I’ll smile,
Though now my smile is a little crooked.

When a man has no one to talk to,
No one to listen to,
And no one to love,
He loves his friends.

Is that wrong?







 
Friend

(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Today was just a little worse than yesterday,
But it was worse.
I can’t understand why I feel like this.
You were only a friend.
There was a time when I only liked you,
I didn’t love you.

Ah, if it could only be like that today,
Perhaps I’d be happy.
But now I love you.
Forgive me for that,
I can not help it.
There was a time when I only liked you.
You once were my friend.

I wish you were my friend today.






 
I Don’t Count The Days

 
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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I don’t count the days,
But I’ve loved you for quite a long time.
And with nothing to show,
It’s not easy sometimes,
To wake up and pretend.

I don’t count the hours,
But the sun tells me it’s time to rest.
And with nowhere to go,
I lay down by the sea,
And look up at the sky.

I liked calling you from work,
To tell you the tide had just peaked,
Or I’d found a wounded bird,
That I nursed back to the sky,
But I don’t even do that anymore.

Yes, I saw you with him again.
Yes, it hurts.






 
I Noticed Last Night You Went Home With A Carpenter

 
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Where did it end?
Was it last night?
Or last year?
Or maybe it was before I ever really knew you,
But had decided that I could never get serious
About a girl like you.

Or maybe it was you?
Maybe you were the one
Who gave up on a crazy poet like me,
With no plans and no place to go.

I should have never given you all my love.
We did get carried away.
And I lost a lot of sleep over you.

Funny thing is,
I never really knew how much I cared for you,
Until you weren’t there anymore.

I noticed last night you went home with a carpenter.
I might have never known,
But it was midnight,
And he still had his hammer holder strapped to his belt.

I noticed this,
Because I watched you put your hand in his back pocket,
And sneak out the side door.

You can’t fool me.







 
I Picked Up Your Scent Today

 
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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I picked up your scent today,
In a crowded downtown department store.
My heart nearly dropped to my knees.
I turned and bumped into a lady,
With a child,
And a baby in a stroller.
She thought I was drunk.

I turned and looked the other way,
And realized that I was only passing through
The cosmetics department.
I turned and saw the sign,
For Chanel Number 5.

(Why 5?
We always used to laugh about that.
Why not 6 or 9?
We laughed just to pass the time.)

It could have been any store,
It doesn’t matter.
It could have been any smell,
But no.
It could have been anybody’s
Broken heart,
But mine.

It happens all the time.







 
I Used To Have It Made

 
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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This is where it’s at.
Right here.
Sitting where I used to sit
When I was seventeen.
Not thinking much of anything.
Nothing really bothered me,
And the only girl I cared about
Was half a world away.

And I woke up every morning,
Just before the sun would rise.
Brushed away the sleepy seeds,
And opened up my eyes.
Cooked a cup of coffee,
And opened up the shade.
Ain’t it funny how right now I think
 I used to have it made.

And the only girl I cared about
Was half a world away.
Ain’t it funny how right now I think
 I used to have it made.





 
I Want To Write A Happy Song

 
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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I want to write a happy song,
Like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
With marshmallow fluff,
On a Friday afternoon
In second grade.

I want to paint the sky
With red balloons.

I want to kick my shoes off,
And feel the summer sand
Between my toes.

I want to tell the world
I love you,
But I think its best right now
If no one knows.

I want to catch a butterfly
And hold it,
Just so I can let it go.

I want to tell the world
I love you,
But I think its best right now
If no one knows.






 
I Was Hoping You’d Say That
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Three o’clock in the morning.
The phone rings.
Am I dreaming?

“Hello…it’s me…”
Yes, I know your voice.
It’s three o’clock in the morning,
Are you alright?

(She called to tell me
She’d broken up with her boyfriend.
I told her I’d see her tomorrow,
And went back to bed.
But I couldn’t go back to sleep.

I’ve loved her too long).






 
I Wished You Were Here
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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I walked a trail today,
Where no one else goes.
Crossing hidden bridges,
Where the water carves rocks into sculptures,
Just because they’re there.
Watching leaves fall to the ground,
And knowing the peace in being alone.

I drank some wine from the bottle,
And played my guitar to no one.
I heard the wind making music,
That only the wild life can hear.
And I saw the sunset,
The sky bursting with color,
Like a rainbow after a storm.

All this, then I wished you were here.
I thought you’d like to know.
I wished you were here.






 
I’ll Meet You Halfway
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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As the northern sun casts its glow on the earth,
I walk along a dark, dusty trail.
Alone, except for the footsteps that haunt my ears.
Memories of yesterday fill my head,
Of friends I’ve loved, and left behind.

I don’t believe it’s wrong to love your friends,
As long as you don’t fall in love.
Having no one to talk to makes a man talk to himself.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that,
Just as long as there’s no one around.
People don’t understand.

It’s mostly the things you’d say or do,
Like fixing me breakfast in the morning,
And being there when I came home from work, tired,
And just needing a pair of arms to hold me.

It’s a shame it didn’t work out for us,
But perhaps it will.
Tomorrow is promised to no one.
It could be ours.

But for now, I sit in silence,
And listen to how it sounds.
It’s not perfect yet, but it will be.
It takes years to create a masterpiece,
And I’ve only just begun.

I’ll meet you halfway.
That’s the best I can do.





 
In Search Of A Dream
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Love has never come easy for me,
I’ve always had to go looking.
And I got slapped once or twice,
But not too hard,
And the only thing it really hurt
Was my pride.

I keep looking though.
I walk through life with my eyes wide open.
In search of a dream
I know it’s there, somewhere,
I’m just waiting to stumble across it.

I will.
I’m in no hurry.
The good things in life can not be rushed.
My dream is over the next hill maybe,
Or around the next bend.
I have to make it there alone though,
So it might take a while,
But I’m in no hurry.
The good things in life take a little longer than the bad.

Maybe the longer I wait,
The nicer it will be,
When I do find it.






 
It’s Almost Funny

(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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It’s almost funny,
How each time I get back,
To being this close to you,
It’s better than it was before.
Something about the degree of trust,
And understanding.
It seems to get stronger as time goes by.

But why does it seem to lose its intensity,
Every now and then,
And make me want to back away?
That’s one thing I can’t explain.
It’s almost funny,
But it’s not like me to laugh,
When rain clouds darken the sky,
And hide the morning sun.
And if you’re only going to miss me,
Then why let me go?
I guess it’s not easy to be in love.

And since when do you talk behind my back?
You never did that before.
People repeat things you say.
Why do you play such silly games?

It’s almost funny,
But not quite.
In fact it’s sad as hell.





 
It’s Been Ten Years
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Okay, life goes on.
So much for my broken hearted philosophy.
I gave up,
But I’m still alive.
How are you?

It’s been ten years.
I’ve seen you with him,
Is it good?

I still don’t sleep well.
Not much has changed.
Yes, I still care.

You said I’d forget you,
I said no.
It’s been ten years,
I told you you were wrong.





 
It’s Hard Letting You Go
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
BiliolgaMusic@aol.com

It’s hard letting you go,
When I’m still in love with you.
I think someday we might meet again.
It might even feel like the first time,
In our lives,
We ever loved.
I never really knew,
How empty nights could be,
Until the day,
That you stopped touching me.
You touched me well.
I’ve never been touched like that before.

I’m not smiling now,
As I watch you walk away.
I only hope you know how hard I tried.
If you need me you can always come back,
I’ll be here,
Waiting for you.
Until that day I guess,
I’ll have to let it be.
It’s sad to think,
That you stopped loving me.
You loved me well.
I’ve never been loved like that before.





 
It’s The Laughter I Miss
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
BiliolgaMusic@aol.com

Maybe we should have had a child.
Or maybe we shouldn’t have had a child,
I don’t know.
I really don’t care anymore.
Our relationship was doomed from the start.
Actually I think we were lucky not to have been married,
Because separating was so easy.
Well, at least it was easier than it would have been
If we were legally bound to one another.

After it was over,
And you had found someone else,
I went through my little guilt trip.
The classic “whatever happened to forever” kind of thing,
And a period where I basically made a complete fool of myself.
Poor hurt soul. The whole bit.

Nobody really understood me at that point.
And it hurt.
But I got over it.
We always get over it,
Although at the time we think we never will.

I guess I don’t love you anymore.
But I still recall those cool spring mornings,
And those hot summer afternoons.
Talking by Half Moon Bay,
And making love on Montara Beach.
Although we fought,
We also had our share of laughs.
And it’s the laughter I miss.
And the love.
Because I did love you.
I hope you know that.
That’s the one thing about me
That I hope you never forget.

I loved you.






 
Juanita
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
BiliolgaMusic@aol.com

Oh, don’t the years go by fast.
Seems like only yesterday,
When we sat next to each other in high school,
There’s nothing I’d take back,
But a few things I could add to my life,
Like you, Juanita, like you.

We were so young then,
And so happy, and free.
Friday night sock hops,
And parking near the waterfall.
Drinking wine, and passing time,
With you, Juanita, with you.

But what has happened to the good old days,
The days we were so happy and free?
Is that life reserved only for children?
And what when my children say,
“Hey Dad, is that you in this old picture?
Were you really around way back then?”
What will I say?
Will it be just like they say?

Let’s start living like we used to.
On, the time goes by fast.
And what have we got to show?
Let’s walk down by the old bridge,
And carve our names into a tree,
Just you and me, Juanita, just you and me.






 
Let’s Give It Time
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
BiliolgaMusic@aol.com

I find it hard to believe,
That I could be in love with you.
But the feeling in my heart,
When I see you,
Is too much to ignore.
And your eyes reflect the love,
That you feel too,
So how can we be wrong?

There will be time to be together,
We just can not rush it.
This means too much to me,
To lose it now.

I’m falling deeper in love, everyday,
And I want to see you smile, everyday.
But I don’t want to rush it.
Everything will turn out alright, someday.
Let’s give it time.






 
Love Is A Good Feeling To Know
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
BiliolgaMusic@aol.com

I want you to know that you can always count on me,
If you ever need a friend.

When everything seems too much,
And there’s nowhere left to turn,
Look my way,
I’ll always be there.

Wanting to help you with any of life’s mysteries,
Wanting to help you keep your feet on the ground.
Love is a good feeling to know.

I want you to know that you can always call on me,
If you’re ever down and out.

When living becomes a task,
And there’s no fun be found,
Look my way,
I’ll always be there.

Telling you to hold on just a little bit tighter this time,
Telling you to trust me and we’ll find a way.
Love is a good feeling to know.






 
Michelle
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Michelle smiled with the sun.
I knew this,
Though I shielded my eyes from the light.
I was many hours away
From getting out of my bed.
I had just returned from a dream,
And I was tired.
It had been a long trip,
And I was not ready to make my move.

Michelle knew this,
And she spoke not a word,
Nor expected me to,
As she took it upon herself
To shatter my morning glory
Like a piece of thin glass.

I was but nineteen at the time.
Michelle said she was twenty four,
And it was only five thirty in the morning.
I knew this,
Because it was early June,
And the sun rose early in June,
But it had no power over us that day.

Michelle whispered something out loud,
As I drifted away again.
When I woke up at noon she was gone.






 
My Body Is Racked Now With Wine
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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My body is racked now with wine.
I must have more sense,
Than to let someone’s problems,
Commit me to this state of mind.

A foolish man sings,
Songs he never completed,
And poems that have terrible rhymes.

I must be a fool,
Because I’m singing my heart out,
My body is racked now with wine.










 
My Life Might Be Worth Sixty Nine Cents To Some Stranger In Spain
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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I once wrote my life story into a sixty nine cent spiral notebook,
In the back seat of a 1989 Dodge Dart
On the road between Montreal and New York City.
It was summer.
At the time I knew who I was,
So it was easy to write about where I had been.
I was in love that year.
She was younger, but I’ve been through that before.
Let’s just say that at the time we were a perfect fit.
She made me happy for eleven months,
Which at that time was about as long as I’d ever been serious
About anyone.

We talked a lot, I told her my life story,
But I wrote things in that notebook that I could never say.
If only now I thought she needed to know
Half as much as I thought I needed to tell her,
It might make more sense.

Anyway, shortly after that trip back from Montreal,
I got a phone call from one of her friends,
Who told me that she’d joined some wacko group called
The Daughters of The New Revolution (or something like that),
And followed their leader to some remote village in Spain,
Just over the border from Morocco.
She wanted me to join her there.

She was stranger than most girls I’ve known,
But I must admit, she was unique.
I think she has my notebook, at least I hope she does.
I’d hate to think it ended up in the wrong hands.
I could be misunderstood!
I wrote things in that notebook that I could never say!
My life story! My secrets!

Shortly after I received that phone call, I changed my number.
Then, three weeks later, I moved.

I don’t expect to ever see her again.





 
My Magic World
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Come with me,
And I will show you the corners of the earth,
From our window.

We’ll make the living room Spain.
And because you like Italian food,
The kitchen can be Rome.
We’ll play in the deserts of Arabia,
And climb the mountains of Colorado,
Right here in our own little world.

I’ll be your waiter, dressed mostly in black,
(I’ll even put on my corny Italian accent,
And I’ll wear that red vest
You bought me for Christmas three years ago).
And then you can be my mistress,
And serve me wine and cheese.

The world is waiting for us my love,
There are memories I wouldn’t trade Tokyo for.
Because Tokyo, and every place else, is right here.
Close your eyes and I’ll take you there.






 
My New Things
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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You read some of my new things,
In my notebook last week.
And you smiled,
When you finished the piece,
That I wrote about you.
I’m glad you approve.

The others were not all directed your way,
I want to be sure that you know.
I’ve tried to explain that before.
But sometimes you look at a page,
And you think that I’m writing to you.
And you take it all wrong,
And then I’m forced to explain,
When I really don’t want to.

It’s a shame to be misunderstood.
I think most of my new things are good.





 
Ocean In The Sky
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010  Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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I guess I just can’t seem to win you.
Though I’ve never had you,
So I really can’t say I’ve lost you.
It’s just that I’ve never had you.

And I think that someday,
Before my time,
I’d like to sail away with you,
To an ocean in the sky.

Wear your bathing suit.
It’s easier to take off.











 
Old Man Winter
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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The fire spits its golden embers,
As the winter storm builds.
And the green grass of autumn
Is now covered with a blanket of white.
The wind, blowing unmercifully,
Beats against the window.
The teapot begins its happy song.

Old Man Winter is reaching out his hand,
But he won’t touch me.
The fire is too warm to go outside,
And the wine is too sweet.
And you are too close now,
For me to even think of leaving.

I’ll stay inside all winter long,
If this is how you want it to be.






 
Orchids
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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If you’d like, I’ll bring you orchids,
Or build you castles in the sand.

We could sit by candle light,
And drink apple wine,
Until it gets so late
That the wine loses its taste.

Or we could lie in the tall grass,
And feel our love run through each other,
As we held hands,
And whispered ‘I love you’ out loud.

There are so many things I could do for you,
And so much we could do together.

Someday I’m going to bring you the sunshine,
Even though I know you’d be satisfied with orchids.






 
Remembering
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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The sun rose this morning,
And it was new.
Almost as if I had awoken
To a new phase in my life.

I unconsciously smile,
And unknowingly thought of you.
It was almost as if I had met you again,
In a different time,
And a different place,
And it was good.

In my quieter moments, I remembered last night,
And how we laughed together,
Again.







 
Secrets
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Sitting idle,
Quiet moments in the morning.
Thinking of people who have been kind to me.
Remembering places I have been,
And dreams I left behind.

Girls who thought they knew me,
If they only knew.
Secrets locked inside,
No one shares.











 
She Touched Me
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010  Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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She sang a song for me,
Before we went to bed.
And I sat like a puppy at her feet,
As she stroked her guitar.
She commands your attention,
And she gets what she wants.
I was mesmerized by her friendly persuasion.
And the words that she sang,
Were beautifully woven,
By a writer who wrote from the heart.

She wrote that song herself,
She told me later.
And she sang two more,
Before she stopped, and stood before me,
Naked, like her soul,
And her song.

She touched me.
She really touched me.






 
She’s Not As Nice As You
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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She’s not as nice as you,
But for now, she’ll do.
I need a pair of arms around me.

She’s easy, I know.
They talk behind my back.
They are my friends,
Still they talk behind my back.
Do they consider her a bad girl?
I can not bring myself to label people.
She’s there for me,
And right now she’s the only one who really cares about me.

She’s nice, but I don’t feel like I felt with you.
I was really a fool over you.
But she fills an empty space,
And she’s learning how to handle me.
I could very well wake up in love tomorrow morning.
Love happens that way.
I’ve seen love happen that way.

I like her, it shows.
But still, I’m afraid.
I’ve rejected love since you went away.
If she leaves me,
I don’t want to suffer.
I can’t suffer anymore.
I’ve suffered enough over you.






 
Soft Summer Lady
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Long lazy days from now,
I’ll remember the summer I fell in love with you.
It was the way you looked at me,
And the way you listened to me,
When I wanted to talk.

You were so much like me,
That I wondered if we could ever really make it.
But I loved you so much,
And I could tell that you were falling fast,
There was no way that we could ever fake it.

I wanted to hold you so much.
When you told me all the things you’d been through,
I wanted to hold you, and help you,
And be the one who cared.
When you told me all the times you’d been lonely,
I wanted to touch you, and hold you,
And be the one who dared to say ‘I love you’ out loud.

I wanted to tell the whole world that I’d fallen in love with you.
Because I thought that by confessing in public like that,
You’d realize that it was me all along.
Like a soft summer song, that I wrote with you in mind.
A soft summer lady, who treated me so kind.







 
Take My Wood
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010  Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Take my wood for your fire.
And these blankets,
To keep you warm tonight.

Let’s smile,
And sing,
And speak kind words.
Because we are not strangers anymore,
We are friends.











 
The Leaf
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Like a falling maple leaf in autumn,
I fell in love with you.
I only had to see you twice,
To know there’d be a third,
And I’m patient.

Love, for me, is silent.
Perhaps that’s the beauty.
Like that maple leaf,
You drifted quietly into my path,
And out again.
And I knew what it meant,
Because after you’d left,
I wanted to see you again.

Maybe it’s not right to ask for love so soon.
If there’s disappointment to come, I’m ready.
 But like that falling maple leaf,
You have to come to rest someday.
And before you hit, I’ll break your fall,
You were meant to be here.







 
The Morning

(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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When I used to slip into your room,
in the morning, to wake you,
I’d sometimes sit by your bed for a while,
And watch you sleep.
Unaware that I was there,
Or close to you at all,
You’d sleep.
And I’d sit there and my mind would wander,
To the good times we’d had.
And I’d feel sorry for myself sometimes too,
Because you often took me for granted
(But not always, and I only felt that way sometimes).

I often wished that I could reach over,
And kiss the sleep from your eyes,
But I never did.
I always shook you,
Which was not at all gentle like I wanted to be.

These days I sit alone, and think,
About those good mornings,
Not so long ago,
When you’d see me,
Before you saw the light of the morning sun.







 
The Old Couple And Me
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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On the road again.
The bus is empty,
Except for the old couple and me.

Worlds apart, we travel together,
The old couple and me.
They know where they’re going,
I don’t.

Except maybe back to an empty apartment,
In a basement,
In the middle of nowhere.
Where I’ll sit by myself,
And wish I was somewhere else.
Or heading somewhere, maybe,
Like the old couple.

Me? I have no idea where I’m going.








 
This Is Not The End
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Please don’t say goodbye when you leave me.
Goodbye is too final,
And I know this is not the end.

We will meet again.
I don’t know how long it will take,
For us to find each other again,
But even if we let fate take its course,
We will meet again,
Because it’s good.

So when you leave me, don’t say goodbye.
Just smile, and go,
For this is not the end.












 
This Morning Has Succeeded in Burning
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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This morning has succeeded in burning
The mist from the lake.
And I watch from the shore,
As a mother duck teaches her four little ducklings to swim.
They bob, and they weave,
And they do what they must,
To stay floating in water that strange to them,
While the mother watches over them from a distance.

This morning has succeeded in burning
Your eyes from my mind.
And like the ducklings, I can swim on my own,
And go where the wind wants to lead me,
Confident of my ability to stay above water.
I’ve come close to drowning you know,
But that was a long time ago.

And this morning has succeeded in burning
A hole in my heart.
But I’ve covered my wound,
With my smile, and my laughter,
And I’m happy to be where I am.
And I’m happy to be who I am.







 
This Piece Of Paper Is Broken
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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This piece of paper is broken and torn,
But it’s all I have to write on now.
I’m writing a reason for feeling no pain.
Someday I’ll just say to hell with it all,
And be free to forget what it is I remembered,
Last night when I watched you walk into the room.

I can’t forget that you once were my friend.
And it’s hard, because you were my lover too,
And lovers leave laughter behind.
Sometimes I wish I had let you do more for yourself,
Maybe you wouldn’t have asked me to give up so much.
But I would have, regardless of what you expected of me.
I’m that way, I should have known that I’d step over the line.
It pleases me to please my friends,
And you were more than a friend for a while.

I’m glad I don’t owe you anything.
I did more that I thought I could do,
And I’m proud of the way that I honored your name.
You have nothing to be ashamed of, my dear.
I loved you like it’s hard to love someone,
And I wrote my best songs for you.
But look what I’m left with to write on tonight.
This piece of paper is broken, it’s dead.
I can’t even read my own words.







 
Too Many Questions
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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Maybe I overreacted,
I’ve done that before.
Sometimes my mouth moves too quickly,
And I can’t control the flow of words.

Whatever I said,
I’m sure it needed to be said at the time,
But I probably handled it all wrong.
Or maybe I said a little too much.
I’m not sure that you’re ready for me.

It’s just that I’ve waited so long,
For a chance to be with you,
I can’t just stand there,
And watch you play up to someone else.
Where the hell did he come from anyway?
And how come you left me alone last night?
Don’t you know that I’m nuts about you?

There are too many questions.
I can’t take it anymore.
Let’s just forget about the whole thing,
It’s making me sick.






 
Warm Like The Wind
(words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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God know what time it is where you are,
But it’s ten o’clock here,
And it’s dark.

Maybe the sun shines at night,
Warm like the wind,
Where you’re sleeping alone.

At times I think it should.
A times I think it would.










 
Warm September Mornings
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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As the morning dew slowly lifts its cover on the earth,
And the sun, creeping through my window,
Forces my eyes to open,
I recall warm September mornings, long ago,
When I would wake to the song in your eyes.

I lived for your touch then.
From warm September mornings
To the cold icy winter,
And then into spring.
It was all the same.
With you there, every morning was warm,
And every morning was new.

Spending Christmas alone is a drag.
There are no carolers for me,
And no gifts from loved ones.
The only gift I got
Was dirty dishes from the day before.
And I spent Christmas day
Washing dishes,
And thinking about warm September mornings.







 
You
 (words by Bill Naughton, Jr.)
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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You are the heaven,
And you are the earth.
You are the morning sun,
And the moon in the evening.

You are the grass,
The leaves,
And the sky.

You are the wind,
The stars,
And the sea.

You are my lover, and you are my friend.
In this whole wide world,
There is only one you.











 
Twelve Recently Discovered Haiku
by Bill Naughton, Jr.
copyright 2010 Biliolga Music
P.O. Box 146, Cobalt, CT 06414
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From the Introduction to the original manuscript:


"This is a small collection of twelve poems written in the Japanese Haiku form.

I became very interested in Haiku because of the limitations it employs.

The Haiku poem is written using only seventeen syllables, five in the first line, seven in the second line, and five in the third line.

The Haiku does not rhyme but rather it paints a picture in your mind.

Many people who love these little poems refer to them as “word pictures.” 

The Japanese wrote about nature and life and death.

With seventeen syllables they painted quite a picture of what they saw, whether it was the beautiful cherry blossoms on Mount Yoshino, or a woman working in the rice fields, or the simple every day thoughts that we all think.

I don’t suggest comparing my Haiku critically to the masters like Basho or Issa, who wrote the best Haiku and more often than not had hidden meanings in their work, but perhaps the reader can get something from my efforts.

I had fun writing these, and I’ve included them here for one basic reason, I like them.

I hope you like them too."

Bill Naughton, Jr.



Oh, the heavy rain!
Washing petals off blossoms
Which fall to the ground.



Palm trees sway with ease.
It’s a cool windy evening
Sitting by the beach.



You are a good friend.
On warm spring nights we have shared
Beautiful sunsets.



Seashells wash ashore.
I have sat and watched the shells
Wash slowly ashore.



Watermelon seeds
Scattered on the white table.
Rain clouds in the sky.



Sitting by the stream
I can feel the storm coming
Quickly upon us.



Gentle breezes blow.
New England leaves turn bright red
And fall to the ground.



Laughing children play.
Nothing seems to bother them
Except bumblebees.



Nights get colder now.
After midnight the flowers
Are covered with frost.



Ice tops city streets.
Neighbors wear more clothing now
And stay outside less.



I’ve been alone and
I have not spoken for days.
Hark!  I hear a voice!



And so the day ends.
Tired bodies laid to rest.
Darkness settles in.



 
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