love

Sanctuary

On the lookout for my last place to dwell,
some were OK, some looked like hell.
Seen a grand old home in a bad part town,
but it was too high and they wouldn’t come down.
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We saw one so scary, ghosts wouldn’t live there.
I’m picky I know but I think that I’m fair.
My home now is charming; I’ve been here for years.
Saying goodbye I’ll probably shed tears.
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I’m close to a harbor and a quaint Main street.
My neighbors are close but mostly discrete.
I have no garage and I’d like some land.
I’d prefer something wooded to the beach sand.
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Though a lakeside retreat would surely be fun,
I’d soon be drowned paying for one.
I’d like something older and properly restored.
I don’t need a hobby cos I’m never bored.
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I don’t need a compound or a pasture for beasts.
But a barn would be nice to house family feast.
So the search goes on, but I’ve no worries or fright.
It’s like finding true love; you know when it’s right.

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Average Poetry

Words can be simple, instructions often not.
Some can build a future, most just forgot.
I claim no bias; I share what’s been seen.
I note what I’ve heard, the answers in between.
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Not everyone with wealth has money.
Not all are as sweet as honey.
Most work hard and stay in one place.
Some open doors with the smile on their face.
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While some are truly brilliant, some are not so bright.
Most are simply average, some see the light.
Happiness is free, misery has a cost.
Choose the right direction and never feel lost.
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I don’t think I’m old, though getting up in years.
I’ve had my share of laughter and shed many tears.
I write every day and I try not to preach.
But to share your love with others nothing’s out of reach.

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Reaching

Yesterday’s thoughts written today,
is tomorrow’s poem on display.
Feelings recorded and colors felt,
the past is gone and hand’s dealt.
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So I sit with a pad and pen,
soon I’ll write but I know not when.
Will it be happy or a little bit sad?
It may not be good but something’s not bad.
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My heart beats and music is heard,
the world’s often dark and time’s blurred.
Life and art blend together as one,
eyes open the bleedings begun.
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The flow consumes and words appear,
for now scattered but without fear.
Steps taken are sure to teach,
that love abounds at arm’s reach.

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Multiplicity

My pad today was totally blank,
it’s the bliss I feel I have to thank.
I woke up early to see the sunrise;
the truth was there before my eyes.
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My darling slumbers peacefully,
her dreams, I’m sure, are with me.
And as the dark turns to light,
I’ve warm thoughts of our cozy night.
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Seems all the negatives have burned away,
now only pluses fill my day.
I’ll wake her soon and my sun will shine.
I’ll kiss her softly, truly thankful she’s mine.
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The kisses returned with a smile,
and then we’ll chat and giggle a while.
We’ll both then rise for our day anew.
And we’ll share our bliss, now times two.

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Changing Changes

Change is in the air,
it’s felt on the breeze.
The clock quickly ticking,
the wind-up’s been a tease.
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The future is before us,
experiences behind.
Knowledge fills our heads,
yet we’re truly blind.
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We’ve hopes for better days,
dreaming of peace and love.
While fearing the unknown,
we seek to rise above.
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Yesterday’s now gone,
premonition’s premature.
Tomorrows manifest,
yet only now’s for sure.
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Consistency comforts,
surprises feel strange.
Seconds are our choices,
yet only time will change

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Do

Some may think that we’re surely nuts.
And others might think we’re blind.
But all would agree,
life’s much better when intertwined.
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Some might say that it just can’t be.
While others may say there’s no way.
But all could agree,
our love grows stronger every day.
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Some may just dismiss it as luck.
While others might feel that we’re blessed.
But all should agree,
what we have is truly the best.

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I Know

When sadness pervades a loved one tears flow the miles,
distance becomes time and worry drowns the smiles.
Now every phone call is answered with a pause.
As the words are all the same as is their cause.
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The tribulation is felt through the air.
The pain is shared with those who care.
Though breaking a heart’s never been a crime,
as all wounds will heal given ample time.
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There’s now a piece missing and never to return.
And trust, not love, becomes the main concern.
Perhaps agony is just a part of growing.
But sometimes happiness is better than knowing.

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Seconds Count

I woke up early and wasted time,
scribbled some words but none that rhyme.
There’s stories told again and again.
And I’ll have another but I know not when.
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My body rose from a cozy bed.
Thoughts poured from my sleepy head.
But with no order there’s no start.
And with no meaning there is no art.
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While mindless dribble flows with ease,
like foggy memories of the open seas.
Or of early years spent flat broke,
when thinking time was just a joke.
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But love was found and a child born.
A father lost and mothers mourn.
Successes found and maturity spurred.
Sickness consumed then depression prospered.
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The future then seen through the eyes of one.
Oblivion felt and life seemed done.
Years pass by but seconds count.
And to rise again, love’s paramount.

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All Right

The day is gray, my mood is bright.
The air is cold but I’ve seen the light.
My darling slumbers, cozy and warm.
Together we’re safe, surviving the storm.
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With a kiss she’ll awake from a dream.
Our eyes meet and our faces will beam.
The hugging continues meshed as one.
Another day for us has now begun.
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Time will pass, eventually we’ll rise.
The future’s now clear in our loving eyes.
The dreams of day become the dreams of night.
Our tomorrows the same and that’s all right.

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Order Free

I woke today to another blank page,
options limitless within its cage.
Alarms can’t jar when life is free.
And if words don’t flow, that’s on me.
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Though this day’s cold and wet,
it’s sunny somewhere, this I’d bet.
But I’m not there and that’s my choice.
T’is where I sit I find my voice.
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Close your eyes and the lights go out.
Close your mind and life’s in doubt.
In our heads is where we live.
Excuses none when none to give.
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And time it seems has a friend,
when time it seems, has no end.
When procrastination‘s in the past.
And nothing ever goes too fast.
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But time does end and we’re still friends,
besties or maybes’ just depends.
So warmth I’ll share this winters’ day.
The warmth felt is for you to say.
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And when you awake from tonight’s dreams,
It’ll be yesterday, or so it seems.
Then smile at all you may have missed.
And share more magic with those you’ve kissed.
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You won’t recall this subliminal mess,
but you’ll dream and that’s no guess.
So goodnight for now, I’ll see you then,
when the world’s in order, not if but when.

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Always Time

I could write another love poem,
but all the words I’ve used.
Maybe a poem of friendship and intimacy,
or perhaps how two souls fused.
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I might write about a sunset,
or maybe the new days’ dawn.
I could weave a tale of unicorns,
since it’s fantasy I’m drawn.
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I could share more about my dreams,
as it is a third of my time.
But I’m sure I’ll write more love poems,
she being my most passionate rhyme.

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Beget

The abyss I’ve seen and won’t forget.
The bottom drawn, reaper met.
I’ve dwelled in its periphery.
The journey back now history.
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Having seen the light through the fire,
my heart’s warmed with burning desire.
Color’s now melted my blues away,
with the frigid thoughts of tomorrows gray.
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Though damage done with scars that shape,
healing’s begun but wounds still gape.
So F-off Devil I ain’t yours yet.
The abyss you’ve shown. Now it’s love I get.

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Retrierment

A late morning pleasant surprise,
when a chance glance spied loving eyes.
Hands soon touch and our lips soon meet,
our brains tingle to our heart’s beat.

Dancing feet scale heavenly stairs,
heights achieved lessen our cares.
Breathing’s heavy, our pillows soft,
troubles behind when two’s aloft.

The clock will run as we both lay,
pleasantly surprised for today.
Age needn’t be a time to whine,
just take a nap and you’ll be fine.

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Switching Gears

My poet switch has gone awry;
I want to write, so I don’t know why.
In sit in the chill this Sunday morn,
my thoughts warm but I’m torn.
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I’d rather not force the words to go;
I prefer a natural flow.
Love abounds and all is well.
My brain’s working, as far as I can tell.
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My darling sleeps whilst I scribble.
But today she’ll wake to only dribble.
Maybe it’s just this change in time.
And tomorrow I’ll return to standard rhyme.

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Good Day Anyway

When I don’t feel great, I get up too late.
And the sun’s now high in the sky.
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The day’s now begun, but with hours less fun.
And I’m finding not much to say.
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With coffee and torch, I head for the porch,
awaiting that first smoke of the day.
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The music’s down low, the words start to flow.
And time’s now starting to fly.
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I raise my head, thankfully not dead.
No need to question why.
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With love all around, my two feet on the ground,
I see there’s no better way.

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Infusion

It’s been a few days without a love poem writ.
The pencil’s working but I’ve run out of wit.
The words will come, but I know not from where.
I could try to force it, but I don’t dare.
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Autumns felt and change underway,
adjustments are made every day.
But know one thing; my love won’t wane,
for you’re now infused with my body, soul and brain.

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To Be Two, Too

Each other’s person is half a pair,
each moment’s doubled when two’s to share.
Work’s divided and troubles half,
one will smile, and both will laugh.
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Feelings felt always in sync,
every blink’s seen as a wink.
When each is first there’s no last.
With only tomorrows there’s no past.
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When one is lo, the other ve,
when one’s hi, both are free.
Two hands held the future’s bright.
And all that’s left is to be alright.

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Dawn’s Rap

I listen to the wind chime,
writing down a new rhyme,
like I do all the time.
But don’t dis me, it’s not a crime.
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I’m thinking of my best friend,
the one I’ll love until the end.
She’s to cherish and defend,
her love of me I depend.
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I pen a poem every day;
I say the words I cannot say.
Sometime blue and sometimes gay,
I write a lot but not for pay.
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We talk a lot every night;
we laugh a lot and never fight.
We kiss a lot and know it’s right.
I stare at her in the morning light.
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I get up early, no time to waste,
I need my morning coffee taste.
No need to hurry, no need for haste,
she’ll wake soon and I’ll be graced.
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The hour near, I make the climb.
I’ll slip back in bed just like a mime.
Her eyes will open and my day’s sublime.
Then we’ll listen to the wind chime.

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Foggy but Clear

Counting the seconds before the rain,
morning fog has fogged my brain.
The hour early but work is waiting,
I have to go there’s no debating.
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My love slumbers while I think.
Her morning poem is on the brink.
Minutes pass without a word.
But not to write would be absurd.
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I see her sleeping in my mind.
A more equal love I’ll never find.
Nightly visions I wish to keep,
I dream of her when I’m asleep.
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Another hour just slipped past,
she’ll soon awake so I’ll write fast.
Though nothing deep in her poem today,
fortunately words aren’t love anyway.

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