Got out of bed,
scratched my head.
What will I write today?
The day is new,
my mind’s askew.
No thoughts of what to say.
Poured my coffee in a cup,
needing a little pick-me-up.
Why must the day be gray?
The clock ticks fast,
gone is the past.
Still dues I pay.
For tonight I wait,
I’ve a welcome date.
She helps me see the way.
The night will end,
a note I’ll send.
That love’s here to stay.
Ever have a day when nothing goes right?
You get up late from a sleepless night.
The gray surrounds with no refrain.
The day’s chilly with dreary rain.
Inhale some eggs with runny yolks.
Now running behind but out of smokes,
detoured to the store to buy some more.
Rush to work, tip toe through the door.
But the boss is there, bad news had.
A report’s disappeared, computer’s bad.
The day runs long, no time for lunch.
Tomorrow’s the same, I’ve a hunch.
Then finally home but all alone.
Heat’s off and chilled to the bone.
Boiler’s ready, thermostat’s not.
Batteries needed that I forgot.
Hunger’s remembered, cupboards bare.
Cereal found, no milk to spare,
so half a box will have to do.
Nights half over, I’m glad it’s through.
This poem begun before it began.
It’s a story of woman and her fan.
The pair met mid-stride,
their feelings can’t hide.
And a next verse awaits fates plan.
Happiness is felt when I see you.
A kiss returned lets me know love’s true.
Fortunate am I to be granted this wish,
time together with my lovely Trish.
You make me smile when I need it most.
I’m grateful we met, you deserve a toast.
I fill my days with dreams of you.
And the good times had whatever we do,
tonight a quiet dinner enjoying the sunset.
Then goodnight kisses when dreams are met.
The rain poured, our day’s askew.
An evening’s spent missing you.
Better safe than sorry is what they say.
But I can dream about you anyway.
And together again we’ll be tomorrow.
When held safe, no chance of sorrow.
For every flip there’s a side.
Land on your feet and save your hide.
Land on your ass and you may get a pass.
But land on your head, you’re probably dead.
A goodnight text every night,
but for when you’re near.
A morning poem at first light,
to let you know I care.
Time between visions’ seen,
of when we did last meet.
When we greet the feeling’s serene,
and my day’s all the more sweet.
And time’s now soon,
to enjoy the days delight.
Till we kiss beneath the moon,
followed by a text goodnight.
The day will come
when words won’t flow.
Could be tomorrow,
I don’t know.
That won’t mean
my feelings have waned.
It means I’ll find a new way
to keep you entertained.
Time once again for your morning hello.
This poem’s for you so my feelings you’ll now.
I rhyme for you to show my love is true.
And I’ll show this love every day anew.
All this thinking may take its toll.
But why stop now, I’m on a roll.
As I ponder forever tomorrows,
the feelings flow, the writing follows.
Though forever a long time away,
my thoughts of you are sure to stay.
I dream of our future when I’m awake.
I feel you near with each breath I take.
I feel your heartbeat when mine is still.
I think I love you and always will.
Off to work, but that’s OK,
cos my sweetheart I’ll see later today.
A quiet diner and a little TV,
I’ll hold her and she’ll hold me.
Before goodnights a last long kiss.
Tomorrow will come, tonight I’ll miss.
Imagine adventure, step back in time.
Halls with doors, surprises mine.
Ghostly greetings with every blink,
the past behind we’re led to think.
Spirits pass spirits on.
Spirit’s off spirit’s gone.
Souls see the soul-less be.
Soul’s sense, soul’s free.
Minds absorb, till out of time.
Tour’s done, step back in line.
Entry’s open, time to depart.
Life awaits, make the start.
Betwixt a blink and morning light,
what might I dream tonight?
Desire’s met and mind’s clear,
another’s love I hold dear.
Future’s risen, all is real.
Heart’s at rest, bliss I feel.
Counting days when days count.
No seconds, our minutes mount.
A peak’s seen when vision’s clear.
Future’s felt, what’s where.
Question answers, dare to dare.
Out for more coffee for our first meet,
I was typically late, she saved a seat.
I had a bit of the jitters when we did greet.
Her smile sent tingles from my head to feet.
We nibbled on goodies, but she’s the treat.
My cup of tea found and oh so sweet.