With every little word, a soulful love song is heard, expressing thoughts that we share. Our silence would be absurd. ~ With every little glance, we fall into the lovers’ trance, dreaming the dreams that we share. And we never miss the chance. ~ With every little kiss, we’ve a little bit of bliss, it’s a feeling that we share. Being sad would be remiss. ~ With every passing day, we laugh, love, work and play, we’ve interests that we share. There can be no better way. ~ With every poem I write, her presence felt is my light, it’s the vision that we share. Then we kiss and say goodnight.
Dutifully wound when I rise each and every day. Staring at my watch I see the time’s ticking away. The band now snugger as the weight begins to rise. Its numbers memorized unseen through aging eyes. ~ Wear’s now apparent, shimmer gone from its case. Distress now etched forever on a once smooth face. Hours once familiar now simply shades of grays. Precision now is lacking in this twilight phase. ~ With each wind a moment gone, a moment less to see, this time we spend on time are moments not to be. I know the day’s coming when the spring loses its twist. But til then, I’m sure, today lives upon my wrist.
Sure to be a better day, changes planned and underway. Empty space now filled with life. Fulfillment felt when no strife. ~ Smiling faces greet each dawn. Kisses next, for to each we’re drawn. Nothing’s hidden with mutual love, between the sheets or above. ~ Chapters end and a new begins, mourning faces again to grin. With every day there’s a night, our forever tomorrow’s forever bright.
I think I have an issue and it’s been a while. But I’ll be back soon to help you all smile. I need some time off but I’ll be taking notes. Maybe I’ll shoot some snaps or study ancient quotes. ~ I might write a tale of a dragon and a knight. But they’ll be best friends and never ever fight. Perhaps I’ll pen an essay of all the worlds’ ills. Better yet, pornography that might pay the bills. ~ The choices are seemingly endless but I can’t decide. I’ve dove into my brain cells searching far and wide. It’s a dark and squishy place where the palette dwells. It’s connected to the heart by strings, whistles and bells. ~ Delving ever deeper ideas come into view. Words drip from my head, on the page they’re spew. Their order or direction makes no sense to me. Then my eyes begin to close and the clarity I see. ~ The outside world’s distracting, as you are aware. If there is just one thing, that’s the one we share. I think I’m waking up now; it must be time to go. But when I write again I’ll probably let you know.
Spring is nearly over and summer’s almost here. The beach we’ll soon visit but don’t forget your gear. There’s sunscreen for your skin and a hat for your head. And don’t forget the mask to hide the look of dread. ~ You’ll need a little lunch and extra water too. Bring toys for the kids so they’ve something to do. Go home and disinfect all the things you’ve brought. Then long hot showers so no bugs are caught. ~ Relax a bit; go to bed and dream of doing more. But wait at least two weeks just to feel sure. The summer’s short and soon it will be done. Let’s hope by the fall we’ll have a bit more fun.
In love we’ve fallen and we’re in deep.
I dream of you while you watch me sleep.
Nightmares now in the past, our future’s now in view.
My eyes now wide open, each day I wake with you.
I haven’t written much of late, my brain has been askew. I search the news constantly seeking something new. The summer is upon us and the birds sing with glee. I’m not sure if they’re happy or just teasing you and me. ~ While we were trapped inside the wildlife had its way. But soon we’ll be back out and ruin their perfect day. The roads were nearly empty with few planes overhead. The plants bloomed on schedule and the animals all well fed. ~ Their air was a bit cleaner and the noise was nearly nil. And while they frolicked peacefully we tested our will. This poem is nearly over as I watch the cars pass by. I’m glad we’re almost normal now but for the animals I will cry.
Our world today’s a different place than a year ago. We could all walk our main streets, eat and see a show. We could drive our cars across state lines and return when we choose. Now we’re quarantined with two more weeks to lose. ~ We could go to stores, say hello and smile at all we see. The things we took for granted when we were more free. Now we’ve protests and riots in cities across this land. Injustice lit the bomb now where we all stand. ~ The summer months are coming and temperature’s sure to rise. It’s time to wipe the sweat from our brows and open our weary eyes. Tomorrows may appear the likes we’ve never seen. But we’re going to share this world; good, bad or in-between. ~ A perfect storm is underway, though perfect it can’t be. The year is now half over and in the end it will still be we. We’ve pandemic and pandemonium but both will surely end. And with 2020 as hindsight our past we must amend.
Days are getting longer, patience growing thin. Optimism’s waning and confusion’s setting in. The world is topsy-turvy, at times looking gray. The blues are getting deeper, shaded every day. ~ A pandemic is upon us, direction is unsure. We sit on pins and needles bleeding for a cure. We’ve masks in the market, sanitizers in the car. Gas at least is cheap. But I’m afraid to go too far. ~ What will be the normal when odd times are behind? Will we be more friendly or simply more unkind? I’d like to be a rebel and make up my own laws. But we’re all in this together, routines now on pause. ~ With leadership sorely lacking and conspiracies on the news, our lives are changed forever regardless of our views. With distance we will live for the future that is seen. But tomorrows will arise closing gaps between. ~ We humans are survivors, our brains lead the way. But time will write our story and we’ve little say. With the pages that we’ve bound created from within. Our chapter, long or short, will tell us if we win.
I woke today and the world was new. What was normal is now askew. Trapped in the house for weeks on end, I’ve borrowed time but none to lend. ~ Rules have changed but habits not. A little space is now a lot. Smiles once shared now go missing. Waves are fine, but please, no kissing. ~ Looking out; cars drive by. Looking up; I see blue sky. Looking down; I see two feet. Looking in; I fear the street. ~ Tensions eased but not its force. I need escape but not remorse. Masks mask the pressure we face. Hopefully patience wins this race. ~ The time will come when now is past. That day’s coming, I hope I last. But to be sure I’ll just stay home. Perhaps tomorrow again I’ll roam.
Nothing new to report, there’s still no reason to cavort. Each day passing feels the same. Surviving another is the aim. ~ This time inside is wearing thin, I need some sunshine on my skin. But like all things this too will pass, soon we’ll roll in lush green grass. ~ I miss the birds singing in the trees, my mind now wonders to the open seas. But I’m not here to just complain, we’re both well and mostly sane. ~ Happily we’re bound to the end, for each a lover and a friend. We gaze into the starlit night. And tell each other everything’s alright.
Internet addiction comes in many forms. Some quite explicit but most fit the norms. My own peccadillo doesn’t seem so very bad. It often makes me happy and rarely makes me sad. ~ I fantasize of beauty, this I will admit. I love shape and form with a dash of wit. Though some look unnatural with parts all askew, their faces slapped together are seemingly taboo. ~ Pages scroll before my eyes as I stare in awe. Wasted time’s a problem but not against the law. Ads fill my mailbox, an embarrassment to see. Each has a pitch but nothing’s ever free. ~ Though I’ve spent no money or caught some disease, my constant oohs and aahs can cause some unease. I may have my issues but certainly I’m no louse. I’m just very anal looking for a house.
Weeks slipping by, time’s running out. Life’s shut in the outsides in doubt. The vibe of the day’s now on mute. Videos sought for anything cute. ~ The outdoors greening, flowers in bloom. The house’s dust free, yet still a tomb. The future’s awaited with joy and fear. Normality’s coming but when’s not clear. ~ Day’s getting longer, the sun’s less bright. Nights give respite, dreams take flight. Tomorrows will come and none too soon. May may be good but if not then June.
Decisions are made every day. Stuff gets done just that way. Leaving a home’s a difficult call. Finding another is always a haul. ~ Choices are many but few fit the bill. But we’ll find the one, I know we will. Something that’s not too small or too big. And a nice little place for kids to dig. ~ The woods will be great but at least a few trees, with a spot for flowers for the birds and bees. Neighbors OK but none is best. I’m not anti-social but can be a pest. ~ Now thoughts to be thunk and options weighed, calculations conjured forging a grade. Results considered but one thing’s for sure. In love we’ll venture, anywhere secure.
Oh my goodness, where to begin, weeks now past and still locked in. Mornings start in the usual way; coffee at sunrise most every day. ~ Reflecting on the dreams of night, eyes open to a new day’s light. A mind wanders to paths ahead, reminiscing of the forks that led. ~ Every moment turns are made. Heads or tails stakes are laid. Feet on the ground, hands to the sky, decisions reached on the fly. ~ Seconds tick and weights fall. Hours pass, cogs all. Wheels turn to be more driven, be thankful for the time given. ~ Points of view take their toll. Family and friends make us whole. Tomorrow’s here when yesterday’s past. Enjoy life now, it doesn’t last.
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