This morning’s poem for you I write,
of lucid visions dreamt in the night.
Images pass of cloudless days,
free of worry, blues or grays.
Our sunsets color an endless shore.
Mornings dance across the kitchen floor.
Hand in hand the future we greet.
Hurdles conquered leapt with four feet.
Two heads balance on shoulders twice broad.
Laughter’s twice loud with joy to afford.
Love’s twice strong with hearts entwined.
My dreams dreamt with you I find.
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Nights of passion, mornings of bliss,
sparks reignited with another warm kiss.
Sunlight beams through winter skies.
The heat is felt in loving eyes.
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The day then begins skin to skin.
Temperature’s rising from within.
Whispers welcome our plan for the day.
The outside’s cold so cuddled we’ll stay.
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Hours pass with laughter and love.
The sun now glows from high above.
With one more kiss we’ll both then rise.
The sunset awaits and perhaps a surprise.
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Another blank page looks back at me.
Dreams now sleep and the sun’s to see.
My love slumbers a flight away.
When she rises I’ll start my day.
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I long to see her glowing smile,
I smile back and stare awhile.
A kiss is next and our day’s begun,
our mornings together always fun.
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We sip our coffee and chat a bit.
Work is looming but little’s writ.
Minds now settled and thought’s clear.
Then the page fills with love we share.
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I’m too old to paint in tempera, takes too long to dry.
I’m too young to sculpt a headstone, since I won’t soon die.
I’m too old to swim the channel, don’t like being cold and wet.
I’m too young to drown in sorrow with so little to regret.
I’m too old to chase maidens through spring fields anew.
Though now the times just right to share all I have with you.
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A page from my book of dreams;
a tale of love, or so it seems.
I wake each day the dream doesn’t end.
Will she ever love me or shall I just pretend?
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Technicolor visions and her scent in the air
Awaken from this dream I could never dare.
Her touch always welcome on my trembling skin.
When she says she loves me, my life will then begin.
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Encounters of the flesh, too few to ever last.
Music of her voice now echoes of the past.
Sunlit voids surround were daylight once was bright.
Now only darkness brightens our rendezvouses of night.
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Tho my pages may be numbered,
the funny’s unencumbered.
Cos I yam what I yam and you’re my sweet potato,
couldn’t be none sweeter that I’ll ever know.
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I got no can of magic greens.
Ain’t got no bag of magic beans.
I sure ain’t got no knock-out punch,
but under this cap I’ve got a hunch.
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With anchors weighed and pipe aglow,
sunset’s waiting, our past in tow.
A compass points to where forgot,
destination’s chosen, dockets not.
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A course set to forward the future leads the way.
Tomorrow’s story’s drawn to us, colored by today.
And I yam what I yam and you’re my sweet potato.
So let’s open these hearts and see where we’ll go.
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Nose to nose and cheek to cheek,
hip to hip our passion’s deep.
Eye to eye we always see.
That I love her and she loves me.
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With every touch warmth is felt.
Whispers shared, our bodies melt.
Lips meet and hands hold tight.
Sunshine ends our restful night.
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The days begin with spirits high.
Outside we linger beneath blue sky.
We plan our day and time free.
When together we’ll be her and me.
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Toys are broken, now back to school.
Christmas is over, mom said that’s cool.
She rushed our breakfast packing our lunch.
My brother made faces, I gave him a punch.
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He threw a banana, it hit mom’s head.
She spilled the milk, her face turned red.
Our dog ran in to save the day.
He licked up the milk and wanted to play.
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We gave him some scratches and a treat.
Then mom tied shoes too tight on our feet.
We put on our hats, mittens and coats.
Mom packed our bags with books and notes.
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We walked to the bus stop to meet our friends.
The bus pulled up and our vacation now ends.
The parents all smiled and waved goodbye.
Then home they went for some needed shut-eye.
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I woke today, the sky bright and clear,
a most pleasant way to start a new year.
The air, though cool, my coffee’s hot.
The world though tense, I’m gladly not.
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With little reason to complain or whine,
my only resolution is to appreciate what’s mine.
And soon I’ll wake with a kiss my most dear,
a most pleasant way to start a new year.
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She’ll awake to a smile and a loving embrace,
my future seen in her glowing face.
I’ll whisper thank you for the happiness we share,
a most pleasant way to start a new year.
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I woke today, yippee ki-yay.
I rushed downstairs to welcome the gray.
A little rain won’t make me blue.
It’s New Year’s Eve and I’ve much to do.
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Resolutions are needed, more than a few,
but first a cup of my favorite brew.
The aroma awakens my primal needs.
My pad awaits my list of good deeds.
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I’ll be less lazy and help pluck the weeds.
I’ll write about something everyone reads.
I’ll be nicer to friends and all others.
I’ll treat everyone like sisters and brothers,
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I’ll respect this world as fathers and mothers.
I’ll throw a big party if given my druthers.
I’ll try to eat better and not get too plump.
I’ll waste less time perched on my rump.
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I’ll smile more and not be a grump.
I’ll speak more kindly and be less of a chump.
I’ll say “I love you” every single day.
And I’ll start this New Year the very best way.
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My Love
A look, touch – A kiss
Hands, bodies – Tactile bliss
Love – Nothing’s amiss
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My Friend
Heart strings stroked feel heat
Neck caressed long and sweet
Rhythm head to feet
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Begin’d
How humans learned
They died for knowledge yearned
Trial and error’d
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Love, defined, I have no clue.
Time has taught each day is new.
Life has shown those days too few.
Joy is what we feel and do.
Home is where I wake with you.
And love, it seems, is the glue.
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The dawn of a new year,
its light yet to shine.
Seconds unresolved,
awaiting times’ design.
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The future shares no clues,
the past our only guide.
Imagination moves us forward.
Darkness is where we hide.
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Fractions divide realities.
Dawn varies on this sphere.
When your sun arises;
imagine a peaceful new year.
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In the land of the dragon when nights get long.
The air is cold and the wind is strong.
In caves they’ll gather all cozy and warm.
But first, they’ll prepare before the big storm.
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The holiday’s near and another year’s treat.
Moms and dads busy to make all things neat.
The children make dangles to dress up their tree.
Then off to slumber for a week, two or three.
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Their parents when done with winter chores,
warm their homes and open their doors.
The children then wake to a new winter’s white.
And gaze at trinkets secretly left in the night.
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There are mittens and hats for the littlest of tikes.
There are goodies galore that everyone likes.
The grown-ups all share a warm hearted kiss.
Then hugs all around that’s never to miss.
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The teens await the greatest gift of all.
They’ll soon learn to fly or tumble and fall.
But the new snow’s now deep and oh so soft.
It’s perfect for landing when not high aloft.
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When the sun gets low and the chill sets in.
Homeward they head for the feast begin.
They’ll all sing and dance and sip warm sno-nog.
The night then ends with the last burning log.
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Eyelids grow heavy, eyes soon to close.
Socks pulled snugly over big chilly toes.
Hibernation then starts and dreams it’ll bring,
where thoughts are warm awaiting the spring.
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Thoughts of love, humming notes to an unknown song,
I’ve tried to write it down but the words all came out wrong.
It seems when I think of you all other thoughts go astray.
Emotions and desires jumbled, I can find no words to say.
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I’ve tried a million times and I’ll try again today,
though time spent together always the better way.
Now pen’s in hand, mindful bliss my heart begins to race,
visions of my fantasy; beauty, elegance and grace.
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Reminiscent of cascading falls in the jungles of Belize,
the splash of your wavy hair flowing in a summer breeze.
Where rising suns cannot compare to the glow upon your face,
I’m warmed to my very core; the cold has left no trace.
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With eyes as deep and all-consuming as is the vast Pacific,
their depths so never-ending I can find no phrase specific.
Your subtle lips glistening, a silent language spoken,
still or parted, my semaphore, together I wish unbroken.
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A brilliance of mind and sharpened wit, a formula to confound
Whilst pure of heart with soulful passions amaze and astound
And when I rest my head to sleep and your image begins to blur,
I envision a ballerina floating through the moonlit air.
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Touching down on slippered feet, the foundation of my life,
where I’ll dream again of a poem unwritten – for a lovely wife.
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Without winter nights
there’s no reason for cuddling
in flannel P J’s
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‘Twas the day after Christmas and all through our town,
the snow had all melted leaving grass colored brown.
New sleds with bows all waited out back.
New hats and gloves all piled in a stack.
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The weather was warm but the sky a dark gray.
Bikes too must wait for a sunnier day.
Then rain fell heavy just after lunch.
The wind started blowing, mom had a hunch.
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She gathered the candles and charged her phone.
She called up her parents who were home all alone.
We then jumped in the car, our mission was clear.
We’d drive to their house to bring Christmas cheer.
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The wind grew stronger, ripping branches from trees.
We saw a strange man in a puddle on skis.
We got to their house, the decorations still lit.
We all rushed in but there’s no time to sit.
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Gram packed a few things and was ready to go.
Gramps starred out the window wishing for snow.
We squeezed in the car for our long journey home.
Then gramps yelled “Stop! I’ve forgotten my comb.”
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Gram said “Keep going, you can use mine.”
Gramps, with a smile, said “That’ll be fine.”
Then sis started crying, a bathroom was needed.
“Hurry up mom” she anxiously pleaded.
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Mom said to wait; there’d soon be a chance.
“If not” she joked “you can soon try new pants.”
Sis got the message and quietly she pouted.
“I have to go too,” Gramps then loudly shouted.
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Mom kept on going, our street was now near.
But the driving was slow, the weather severe.
Our house then appeared but the driveway was gone.
So mom stomped on the gas and drove up the lawn.
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We jumped from the car and ran to the door.
Dad was there waiting, looking unsure.
We took off our coats and hung them to dry.
Then lightning went boom and lit up the sky.
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The lights went out but our fireplace was warm.
We all huddled closely to ride out the storm.
We woke the next morning all stacked around our tree.
Our presence was felt and the day was rain free.
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Be
Belief in karma
Is a real bitch sometime
Non-belief always
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Always
The love never had
Is love never forgotten
Heart always broken
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Thanksgiving
Rainbow on a plate
Sharing the diversity
Thankfully giving
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Hate begets hate, love begets love.
The seas wave to the stars above.
If your day’s gloomy, the sun again you’ll see.
Just give it a day, take it from me.
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My silent alarm, works every day.
Dreams of coffee wafting my way.
I get up quick to make water hot.
Then longingly watch the drips in the pot.
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When half way full the process proceeds.
The quest begins for the rest of my needs,
A big cup, of course, some sugar and cream.
And something to stir a new coffee dream.
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My brew perks away then perks me up.
There’s nothing better than a second cup.
To sip and to savor and share the sunrise.
The beauty’s doubled with wide open eyes.
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I think it’s the drink I drink the most,
Columbian, Sumatra or a dark French Roast.
Whole-bean or ground, instant or drip,
They all taste great from the very first sip.
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Winter hands on a hot mug are nice.
In the summer it’s refreshing with ice,
Or a flavorful syrup or tasty ice cream.
Chocolate covered beans, better than they’d seem.
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Coffee’s always dessert after desserts.
But it can stain teeth, pants and shirts.
A treat always perfect to end a long day,
A book, a snack and a decaf, my way.
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Huddled comfy in a favorite chair,
Sharing the quiet with a loved-one near.
Til pages blur and sleepy eyes meet,
Then goodnight kisses and a last sip that’s sweet.
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Cookies, cookies the perfect treat.
Eat them in shoes, socks or bare feet.
I’ve eaten them in my underwear.
You can eat them nude, if you dare.
Sometime just one, sometimes more,
Fresh from the oven or the store.
I prefer fresh, chocolate goo.
But from a box or bag will do.
There’s no time of the day or night,
When eating cookies isn’t right.
When times are good a cookie’s great.
When times are bad I might need eight.
In the kitchen with mom to bake,
The perfect gift cookies will make.
Cookies soon done and into the car,
Then to grandma’s house, it isn’t far.
That smell of cookies is taunting me,
Under the foil where I can’t see.
But I must wait, we’re almost there.
With bunches of cookies for us to share.
We pull in the drive, rush to the bell.
Running so fast I almost fell.
But I held tight to that plate in hand.
I don’t like my cookies mixed with sand.
My big pile of goodness for us to eat,
Stacked high on a plate, nice and neat.
Mom opens the door, I run right in.
Hugs for all, let the party begin!
The girls dance about in pretty new dresses.
The boys run and shout and make big messes.
When we’re done yelling, screaming and raving,
It’s time to quench our cookie craving.
Then back to the car and homeward bound.
Soon dozing off to a breezy sound.
While thinking of cookies I start to dream,
About a world of cookies and cream.
Cookies, cookies the anytime treat.
Eat them at home or the backseat.
You can eat them everywhere,
On the ground or high in the air.
Cookie rockets go to the stars.
Cookies for wheels on our cars.
I dream of a world of cookie dough.
Freshly baked and ready to go.
Cookies for beds for us to sleep,
We’ll count cookies instead of sheep.
Cookies we’ll roll all over town.
We’ll get some milk to wash them down.
A non-round cookie won’t be right.
Remember the poor gingerbread’s plight.
Cookies not round we’ll call them fakes.
They can all be just biscuits or cakes.
If all cookies where round by law.
We wouldn’t have circles or arcs to draw.
The sun would be a cookie shape.
And big cookie craters on a cookiescape.
A bump in the road made my dream roll away.
I’ll dream another, another day.
Where almost home and I’m glad.
A quiet snack is never bad.
It’s getting late, my day’s almost done,
But one last thing that’s always fun.
In-between the wash, rub and scrub.
I nibble a cookie in my tub.
But I never ever eat cookies in my bed.
You’ll sleep real crumby or so it’s said.
And now it’s time to turn off the light.
Sweet dreams to all and have a goodnight.
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I’ve had my fill, now I get cake.
And a warm embrace when I awake.
I’ll have a dozen kisses, oh so sweet.
Or maybe thirteen for a bakers’ treat.
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The frosting I’ll save until the end.
And I’ll share it all with my best friend.
We’ll enjoy it fresh and then make more.
Forever nourished, that’s what love’s for.
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