I’m starting my day in a positive way.
Good morning to all is what I say.
If it’s not morning have a good night.
Your time will come to see the light.
Life will be both happy and sad.
When it’s not bad you should be glad.
And when it’s good share your bliss.
If you’ve a partner, share a kiss.
Share your joy with one and all;
acts of kindness are never small.
A simple smile will brighten a day.
A simple good morning will have its sway.
Awake is a plus, the future starts there.
Dwell on the positives and subtract despair.
Time keeps ticking and forward we go.
Don’t be conned, think like a pro.
I woke today without a thought.
I tried to write as I ought.
The hours past, the writing naught,
perhaps a blockage I have caught.
But tomorrow is another day.
Will I write, I cannot say.
Will the blockage have its way?
Or will the rhymes come out to play.
Questions asked but answer’s few.
If not to write what will I do?
Will I feel sad and blue?
Or will tomorrow shed a clue?
I’ll let you know, wait right here.
I’ll try my hardest, this I swear.
Long or short, I don’t care.
Because it’s always best to share.
You can make a pile, I’ll make a stack.
You can smile at me and I’ll smile back.
I’ll boil the water, you make the tea.
I’ll blow you a kiss and you blow one to me.
You can pop the popcorn, I’ll melt the butter.
You can hold my hand and make my heartbeats flutter,
I’ll choose the movie, you pick the day.
The next time we’ll switch and both have our way.
I’ll clear the table, you clear the waste.
We can share dessert, I’ll have a taste.
You can say “I love you” and I’ll say it too.
Then we’ll share our futures, both, me and you.
Lovers have no secrets.
Lovers know no bounds.
Lovers share their pasts,
sometime it astounds.
Lovers think the same.
Lovers do what’s right.
Lovers doze embraced,
sharing dreams each night.
Lovers wake to smiles.
Lovers can not lie.
Lovers share their lives,
until the day they die.
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.
Love is: hugs and kisses at the door,
thinking your mate loves you more,
pleasures of both felt by each,
waiting hands always in reach,
arms that hold and squeeze just right,
dozing embraced till the morning light,
discovering beauty with every move,
every song sharing the groove,
time apart passes far too slow,
time together is all systems go,
troubles fade when the other’s near,
smiles continuous with never a tear,
laughter erupts at the littlest of things,
love is the joy that it brings.
Life no longer matters when we’re cold and dead.
Words have no meaning when stuck inside our head.
Heartache is abundant; it’s filled many a book.
But happiness exists, but only when we look.
Depression is alarming but seldom makes a sound.
Time can be our friend but only when we’re wound.
Surprises are unexpected and nothing’s ever free.
Love is everlasting but two must agree.
Share yourself with others and they will do the same.
Hide your true emotions and only you’re to blame.
Strangers often meet but not all will be a friend.
So if you find the right one, show them there’s no end.
The summer heat outshined by rain,
cool breezes now back again.
Sweatshirt’s on, the sky is gray.
Beleaguered blooms will blossom today.
Subtle change’s seldom felt,
torrential time’s surprises dealt.
Awakened warm, bodies close.
Rain or shine my daily dose.
Weather changes as does time,
minds follow, not a crime.
Days stolen when unprepared,
all’s returned when love is shared.
Tomorrow’s to be another day.
Rain or shine, I cannot say.
But if yesterday’s to be a clue,
rain or shine I’ll rise with you.
Minutes feel like hours,
the hours seem like days.
Time is at a standstill,
awaiting my lover’s gaze.
Her scent I can recall,
her face I clearly see.
My heart beats a little faster,
when thinking of her with me.
My arms are meant to hold her,
our lips were meant to touch.
Our words are always shared,
when saying “I love you so much”
Electrons float in endless flight.
Space’s gray, no day or night.
Infinity lurks out of sight.
Elements blend or violently clash.
Random moment’s atoms smash.
Fusion bonds fission’s ash.
Core pulls, heat spurred.
Nucleus form, orbits dared.
Love holds a time shared.
We’ve dinner on the bay.
The sunset’s on its way.
Evening spent at home,
a page of our life’s tome.
I’ve visions of our time,
I write for you in rhyme.
Words I present to you,
to show my love is true.
You’re always on my mind,
because you’re sweet and kind.
Your smile lets me know,
that our love will grow.
Your touch warms my heart.
Each day’s a brand new start.
And when this day does end,
a sonnet I shall send.
These poems that I share,
is to show you that I care.
These words that you read,
is to know your love I need.
A simple flower, delicate and strong,
its life has meaning though not for long.
Enduring the sun, wind and rain,
it’s simple of purpose, a day again.
Nurturing beauty for all to share,
flowers all, if simply we dare.
Dreaming of the future always looks bright.
Nightmares of tomorrows haunt most every night.
Memories of the past guide us every day.
Plans for the now slowly slip away.
Time’s unpredictable, every second’s new.
Unknowns are less freighting when life’s shared by two.
Grays are Lies
To write with the dawn,
sky’s to rise to brilliant eyes.
To her I am drawn.
Sunday mornings are:
times of quiet and peaceful rest,
shared zest, feeling best.
We Are We
We are as we are.
We’re at the place that we are.
We choose who we are.
Nipples rising firm to the touch,
tongues probing, finding much.
Skin to skin sharing breath within,
passion’s peaked, again to begin.
With each new day a new breath brought.
The breath of another gives more than sought.
And with each slumber a new dream caught.
This dream I breathe much greater than thought.
The colors of spring remind me or you.
Every blossom blooms a more beautiful hue.
Lives nurturing nature creates each day anew.
And their kaleidoscope of joy shared, as you do.
Each day apart brings a new start.
Evenings alone we talk on the phone.
We share our stories, our feeling and worries.
We’ll plan our next meet for our lips to greet.
Then your eyes again will see the loving eyes of me.
Sharing the bill with
turns a we to me