Bruce A. Fleming is a Brewer, Maine, resident who has lived in several communities throughout the state including, Newport, Oxford Hills, Portland/Old Orchard Beach, and grew up in Medway.
Beach Town Press was established in 2002 out of Old Orchard and has relocated to Brewer.
Bruce is a poet/author who has two collections of poetry published.
THOUGHTS (2002)
BEACH TOWN BLUES (2003)
WHISKEY KISS
The flare in your eye moved me to you
The smile on your face made me want you
The distance across the room wasn't fair
I walked through the smoky air
I don't usually behave like this
I was hooked with a whiskey kiss
I know I shouldn't want it that way
You shouldn't even be drinking anyway
It's a temptation you must give in to
Just like me when it comes to you
Guess this is a whole other side
I'll have to embrace it wide
I want a whiskey kiss
that’s my wish.
I need a whiskey kiss
so I can go on like this.
I can’t describe it.
That taste of your lip,
but I think I need this.
Another whiskey kiss.
You made me feel differently than anyone else
My heart fluttering causing a higher pulse
I think about you so constantly
Isn't that how it's suppose to be
I like the feeling of all this
I just want another whiskey kiss
We need to get to know each other
Before we can spend forever
I hope the more I learn
The more I will yearn
Maybe we can be at each other's sides
During this life's high and low tides
I want a whiskey kiss
that’s my wish.
I need a whiskey kiss
so I can go on like this.
I can’t describe it.
The taste of your lip,
but I think I need this.
Another whiskey kiss.
I want to see more of that smile
I want to see that a long while
This desire I can't break free
I think you've captivated me
How am I gonna get through this
Maybe if I had another whiskey kiss
Another whiskey kiss.
The taste of your lip.
I can’t describe it
but I want it
another whiskey kiss.
2004
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WAITING FOR MY VILLAIN
I'm a hero of a man
in need of a Joker to my Batman
as I sit here chillin'
waiting for my villain.
Life gets a little mundane
doing the same ol' same
as round and round I go
being the straight and narrow.
I've gotta get some spice in my life
with a pinch of human strife.
Who wants two birds of a feather?
It's more fun to sneak off together.
I'm in need of a big, bold corruption
to give my heart a wanted eruption.
I'm in need of a villain
like a "J.R." to my "Sue Ellen".
Someone to wreck my path
with a constant changing wrath.
I'd rather stay on my toes
with passion in our throes.
Why have it the easy way
when it can be different every day?
So here I am just chillin'
waiting for my villain.
You look as though that's wrong.
I don't want meek. I want strong.
Push my emotions to my sleeve
and I won't want to leave.
I never want it to be boring,
or to be in bed just snoring.
Make it wild and even nasty.
Serve me vodka, not ice tea.
I am a good guy hero
but it'd go out the window
if I had a perfect villain.
Do you think I'm kiddin'?
bruce a. fleming
2007
LOOKING FOR LOVE
The snowflake falls on down from the sky
melting on my nose, matching the tear from my eye.
The cold winter gives a deep chill
as I want for warmth in my heart to fill.
I pull my knit hat down a little more tight.
Is looking for love even worth the fight?
I continue walking along the quiet street
humming a tune that's all my own beat.
Just been turned away from love again.
The typical line "I just wanna be a friend."
Why do I move around the game board?
Two spaces forward, three spaces back, cuts like a sword.
I wait at the corner for the cars to pass,
seeing a break, I walk across fast.
I wish rewinding the clocks
was as easy as changing city blocks.
My heart's been damaged and worn.
Is looking for love worth all the burn?
I'm tired, weak, and bored with the game.
The lies and the cheating are junior high lame.
Why can't the truth ever be said?
What's the point of leading one on instead?
We all say we 'want a relationship'
until it goes well and you may have to commit.
The brakes squeal as it pulls to a halt.
The train coming upon the big fault.
The patchwork hid the crack for a while.
Is looking for love out of style?
I've made the trek back to my place.
The only place I truly feel safe.
I take off my jacket and hat.
The enthusiasm for the day now flat.
I sit down on my beaten recliner.
Nothing else could be any finer.
I turn on "One Life" and watch my show.
My heart no longer cold or in the snow.
This 'acted' love will have to do.
Who is really looking for love?
Is it you?
bruce a. fleming
2007
STORMY WEATHER
Clouds float by looking heavy
Some are swollen and puffy
like the eyes to your soul
Opening up an occasional spout
they let the water out
trying to fill an empty hole
The ground takes the rain in
Wind starts its own howling
You wanna scream too
Lightning flashes, thunder crashes
the atmosphere internally thrashes
all completely dark, no longer blue
What's it gonna take
to ease your heartache
it ripping you apart inside
The water's wave storms the shore
in a sinking boat with your oar
holding on for the ride
You land on the beach alone
No one around, on your own
No one else can ease your pain
Can't go on anymore like this
So you sit there in the sand today
until you heal in the pouring rain
bruce a. fleming
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MOULIN ROUGE AND A GAPING HOLE
Let 'come what may?'
so the MOULIN ROUGE does say,
but what of today?
Do I let it lay?
I need to take control,
not let it pass like a scroll,
so c'mon life, let's roll
and rid me of my gaping hole.
Oh wait, where to start?
I can't shop with a cart
picking from shelves at the mart.
So, what would be smart?
What do I need the most?
A move to a sunny coast?
A celebrity show to host?
Some more butter for my toast?
What will make me happy?
A little dance in my lappy?
A little dog named Cappy?
Damn! That MOULIN ROUGE was sappy.
I hope I don't bust out and sing
or just have a quick little fling.
If trust, beauty, freedom, and love are the thing
then where's my mate with armor shining?
How do I get my hole to seal?
Do I get a Wendy's meal?
Do I need love to feel?
Will it seal when I keel?
What crap 'whatever will be will be'.
Uh oh, I've had too much D.C..
Hang on...I have got to pee...
...
..O.K...
back, Did you miss me?
Anyone with some advice to share?
I have a gaping hole, do you care?
Have I stripped too much bare?
Should I just join a MOULIN ROUGE fair?
I'll sing a little song and diddy
like some lyrics in the movie.
Alright, you don't wanna hear me?
Whatever! But can anyone heal me?
Will anyone become my Nicole
so I can close my gaping hole?
I do too have a heart, a-hole!
It's with a deeply hidden soul.
I should go to church and confess
so that I wouldn't be such a mess
but it would all be in jest
'cuz God knows I'm not religious.
What to do? What to do? What to do?
I have my life planned. How 'bout you?
Wish there was someone who would woo,
and patch my hole with needle and thread too.
My mind's clogged like a sink.
Foggy and smoggy, I need a shrink.
I need a really hard drink,
like regular coke, ya think?
I need someone with the right touch
who can help me out and such
to maybe enjoy life more and much
...(O.K. I have no other rhyme here.)
Anyone up to the game
of seeing who can tame
a poet who's a little lame?
One that needs a different life not the same.
MOULIN ROUGE, why did I see?
That John Leguizamo scared me.
Oh man! Damn that D.C..
Again! I have got to pee.
I'm off, and open to any kind of offer.
If you think you've got my cure
leave a message/comment for sure!
...
screw this D.C., I'm off to find liquor...
(beachtownpress@hotmail.com)
bruce a. fleming
2007
LET'S HOPE
I hope we fight
for everyone's right
with peace in sight.
I hope to cope
with the widescope
threat of war.
I hope to live free
and not see
the coming of World War 3.
Let's get along
without a bomb
or memorial song.
Let's find a plan
to be the better man
if we can.
Let's lead the way
to a united way
today.
Let's hope
and let's pray
I say.
bruce a. fleming
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BOOKS
They're here.
They're there.
They're everywhere.
I can't get away from books!
Their covers in a beautiful hue.
Always many, never few.
What's a person to do?
I can't get away from books!
They look at me.
They shout subconsciously,
"Hey! Read me!"
I can't get away from books.
I set down my coffee cup
and I slowly pick one up.
I just can't get away from books!
bruce a. fleming
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THE DREAMER
The dreamer sleeps at night
holding his pillow tight
thinking about everything
the weaver seems to bring.
The dreamer begins to cope
with the sense of false hope
that has been astounding
and completely surrounding.
The dreamer while getting rest
is planning what is best.
Deciding how to go on from here
and softening that unknown fear.
The dreamer now can
relax with a plan.
Making it easier in a way
to wake and begin the day.
bruce a. fleming
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