All Hollows’ Eve
Ghost’s haunt, zombies flaunt,
monsters walk with you and I.
Sun’s rise all will die.
Full moon, rustling feet,
Trick-or-treaters rule the street.
Sweet tithes strangers greet.
What’s the best and worst
of a great Halloween glut?
Death by chocolate!
Another year’s gone by too fast.
But the birthday stress now has past.
I had too much cake and coffee too,
had a party and stepped in poo.
Perhaps an omen or maybe not,
or a reminder of things forgot.
Crappy stuff happens every day.
And we often slip along the way.
Yesterday being our only prep,
surprises await with every step.
Life can stink as we all know,
but sometime wrapped with a bow.
My shoes now scraped, no damage done.
My time ahead I’ll wish for fun.
I won’t let aging make me sad,
the alternative being really bad.
Almost sixty, though I’m not quite there.
But I’ve learned some things I’d like to share.
First; get up early and watch the sun rise.
Then the world will get brighter before your eyes.
Indulge your passions whenever you can.
Allow yourself time and have a plan.
Make others happy and they’ll do the same.
Accept your mistakes when you’re to blame.
Give freely your love and never resist.
Make the most of life’s many turns and twists.
Take note of the bad but never complain.
Look for the good and don’t dwell on the pain.
This list could run on but I’d rather not preach.
Though it’s always important to learn and to teach.
So just one more thing before I go;
If you’re in love, be sure you let them know.
Waking up contented,
I’ve a morning that’s well scented.
The smell of autumn’s in the air.
And soon be enjoyed as a pair.
But for now she sleeps in peace,
intertwined with cats and fleece.
But after coffee or maybe two,
I’ll wake my love to skies of blue
Her eyes will open and I’ll be there.
Morning smiles we’ll then share.
As we’ve done since the spring,
we’ll listen to the birdies sing.
We’ll chat about the future ahead,
or muse about our dreams instead.
But no matter, we always agree,
there’s no place we’d rather be.
Our day’s now filled with joy and bliss,
always time to hug and kiss.
Our love’s created a lifelong bond,
forever contented and beyond.
Most can speak yet few can sing,
because fate can be a fickle thing.
But if by chance or if it by fate,
results will come and will not wait.
We all get sick though not our yearning.
Some get battered by never learning.
Most get better most get well,
for some it lingers, feeling like hell.
Whilst a moderate wind sets a boat’s pace,
a mighty gale will end their race.
And the autumn breeze’s enjoyed by all.
But pray for calm to end our fall.
Hurry up it’s getting late,
the morning’s nearly past.
I missed today’s sunrise
and the roads are filling fast.
It’s not that I’ve a place to go,
or anyone I need to see.
I just like the early morning time,
it’s when my mind is free.
I prefer to write at first light
and be ready when my darling wakes.
She’ll sip a coffee and read her poem,
with a couple of kissing breaks.
Our day then starts happily
and continues through the night.
Then we’ll snuggle once again
and know that all’s alright.
Whispers we’ll share and more kisses too,
until our eyelids weigh.
We’ll dream about each other
and yet another wonderful day.
As the years pass will love grow?
Time will tell but I think I know.
When love blossoms from the start.
And every second’s to long apart.
When passion’s seen in eyes aglow,
every touch’s felt from head to toe.
When each laughs at the others jokes.
And either’s bothered when the other smokes.
When morning comes and beauty’s to awe,
far more lovely than da Vinci could draw.
When every word written is full of joy,
every word’s welcome and none annoy.
When whispers heard loud and clear.
And lobes to nibble are always there.
When hands to hold stick like glue.
And troubles lifted with the help of two.
Yes time will tell if the feelings last,
if the future’s as bright as the past.
But not worry, now all’s all right,
as it will be till our last kiss goodnight.