HIBERNATE

Let’s hibernate together when the first snow falls,

or make plans to go south when the lead goose calls.

“Hurry up, or we’ll be late,

This is a special time for us. Don’t you remember our first date?”

I was impatient, anxious to go,

But you emerged like a butterfly, my eyes got large, and my heart said, “Whoa!”

Each year with you is better than ever,

and I want to hold you for a day and forever.

We’ll lock the cave door and turn off the light,

and cuddle passionately through this magical night.

I don’t want intruders to interrupt our sleep,

We’ll love intensely, hard and deep,

Let’s hibernate together when the first snow falls,

or make plans to travel when the first goose calls.

June 27, 2017

THROUGH YOUR EYES

I want to travel the world through your eyes,

Finding love and treasures beyond the skies.

My poems may tell of adventures I found,

But my heart will always be homeward bound.

Everything I am, you taught me to feel,

Without your love, nothing is real.

My heart is packed to travel light,

I wish,  I wish, with all my might,

To be with you all through the night.

I miss your laughter, your love, your charms,

You should be next to me, within my arms.

I am growing older with each passing day,

And yet my love grows stronger in every way.

You make me need your love within,

And yes, it’s true, I miss skin to skin.

I claim your heart as I dream about you,

Dancing in darkness until morning dew.

All my life I waited for your kiss,

But I never believed the passion would be like this.

I’ll be in your heart and your dreams too,

Walking, dancing, and loving you.

I’ll travel the world as you cross the sea,

But when you need love, come home to me.

June 26, 2017

CRINGE

Whenever I make a huge mistake I cringe inside, upset with myself for making such a blunder.  I find many mistakes in my life and I try to correct them as I go.  Unfortunately, I’m falling behind.  I can’t catch them all. My only consolation is that my repairs turn into experience and experience turns into wisdom.  And if all else fails, I will sit quietly and let everyone think I’m wise.

I cringe when I think there is so much I can do to help others. There is so little time and so much I could do. I know I don’t help enough. I used to complain I was the one who was hurt, but I’ve learned to complain less.

I think I was born lonely with a huge empty place in my heart waiting to be filled with love. Others couldn’t make me happy with shovelfuls of love. I couldn’t wait for that.  I had to bring love to the world and the empty space will fill up.  Love always replaces itself. I decided that if I do kind deeds, love others with passion, and treat all people with respect, love will be there flowing through me.

I cringe when I think of wasted years, wasted tears, all because I held on to negative ideas and pain, when I could have used the power within to help others.  To love others without reward keeps my heart overflowing.  I can reach out to friends, family, and strangers. This world is tough and I am ready to help.

june 25, 2017

 

DEBBIE

                SHE FORGOT TO WRITE HER NAME

She was in a rush, at least walking fast.

I thought she might walk on past,

But she didn’t.

She became intrigued by what I was asking.

Asking questions about what her friends knew,

And when they knew it, sort of presidential questions.

“Who are you, and why are you questioning them?” she asked.

“It’s a fun way of finding out more information about friends,” I said.

“What do you mean?” she asked, evidently not convinced.

“Put down ten questions about yourself with answers,” I said.

“Everybody has secrets, more than what you read.”

She was convinced suddenly, and her questions flowed like water in a stream,

Tumbling one after another, as in a rapidly growing dream.

“I want to see what you see when you talk about me.”

Then she blurted, “I want you to make a poem about me!”

In case you are ready to assign blame,

Debbie is her name. Also known as ‘LIL Debbie.

She loves being a grandma with nine kids,

And loves her own three children, if you should ask.

She loves to travel, evidently enjoying the company of others,

Every day she does extra things that make people smile,

 whether it’s a friend, a patient or a stranger.   

She’s married and she loves the food her husband cooks.

Debbie is a shopper extraordinaire, using coupons to have fun

But still stay on a budget.

Debbie was a single mom with three children and three jobs

For many years.  That kept her strong through the years of tears.

Debbie might ask anyone some questions, as I found out.

She wants answers that don’t leave any doubts.

She had to scramble to keep up with her kids,

And she learned to be a multitasker in order to cope.

Debbie is an optimist with lots of hope. 

If you want more information look for her smile,

Then sit her right down and chat for a while.

June 24, 2017

COMMITTED

Commit is a strange word having many meanings.  I just explained what it meant to me when I accidently hit a wrong key.  I spent the next thirty minutes pulling out my hair, screaming at myself for being so left brained, (or is it right brained?).  I was ready to be committed, locked up for the night or more, simply because I had earlier made a commitment to write about one word for the day.  I want to keep my word, even if just for myself.

For me to commit to love or life

used to have an old fashioned meaning

to me it was a covenant

a pledge of fidelity, love, and honor

to husband or wife.

meaning vows that could not be broken,

not just a momentary token.

I am sad to say this very day

there are temporary marriages,

disposable in society’s eyes,

easily tossed away even if someone cries.

lasting until someone deemed better,

for richer or more, better looking,

something external, surreal

not honesty, hard work that’s real,

committed to more than temporary ideal.

someone who is like fool’s gold,

a flash in the pan, but otherwise worthless.

My love, life, and future was based on biblical teachings and the examples of my parents and siblings. My commitments were based on covenant and sacred vows, my word, and my own way of choosing who I am. I write and select the things kept safe in my heart, and I am ashamed when I fail myself or others. I am committed to my personal beliefs and that commitment, such as respect for all people, drives me forward to our future.

june 23, 2017

LEANN

I watched her enter and sit down at her accustomed place.  She stretched and rubbed her neck. It was evident she carried the tension of the world on her shoulders.

 “Could I massage your neck and shoulder?” I asked.

“No,” she replied.  She made it clear she would remain untouched, without the relief she would receive.

She was a beautiful woman, intelligent and wise, but a contradiction, much to my surprise. Without any discussion I began putting this woman into words.

She wants love but deep inside she’s afraid.

Afraid to be alone, not wanting to lose someone once again,

She struggles to open her heart and trust another man.

Attention is on her list, she wants desperately to be kissed,

Yet she hides behind castle walls, Even when love calls. 

Needing affection, she still stays emotionally apart,

Afraid to be connected to her heart.

She has learned to love less,

Hiding behind walls and avoiding stress.

She claims to be an open book and says anyone can look,

But she doesn’t expect to be given honor and respect,

She doesn’t talk about neglect or reject, or feelings to suspect.

 

She needs attention without begging,

Affection without complaining,

Appreciation without whining.

Her mind is ready if love calls,

But her heart is locked within castle walls.

She squeezes the last drop out of routines,

Listens openly without condemning,

She shrugs off compliments,

A woman who knitted her heart tightly,

An only child with an only child

She shrugs off compliments

Whether intense or mild.

She’s discovered she can trust,

Until time’s very end,

A handful of people

And one best friend.

Her world still contains fun foods

Like a banana crème pie,

Filled with tasty ingredients

Straight from the sky.

June 22, 2017

 

 

BLOSSOMS

BLOSSOMS IN HER HAIR

She wore a blossom in her hair,

A symbol of her love,

Telling me without words

That she was always there

And in the mood for love.

Each blossom represented

Her passion and to what degree,

From white to deep red,

Clues easy for me to see.

Just one quick glance

Gave me a chance,

To compose myself.

If loving her was a crime,

I always needed more time

To calm down and think of romance.

I’m sure others knew her intent.

When the blossom was crimson

And the air was full of love’s scent

We went out in the evenings,

Her complete flavor and taste,

Mine to enjoy fully without waste.

I’ll always remember how our love

Grew stronger each time we met,

Inspired by blossoms I could never forget,

Color coded for the rest of my life.

Color coded by my lover, my sweetheart, my wife.

June 17, 2017

 

Magnetism

It could have been your eyes,

But I’m not sure.

All I know is that something drew me to you.

It could have been your personality,

But I couldn’t stay away.

Every time I danced with you,

Oh, how the time flew.

We were not the same,

Though we played the same game.

We came together with passion

Until we were pulled apart.

Two people in love but we couldn’t stay together.

It seemed that when we were positive or negative

At the same time,

We pushed apart.

It was only when we discovered the secret,

“Opposites Attract”,

That we were happiest and found true magnetism.

June 16, 2017

THE DANCE of love

THE DANCE OF LOVE

 

Silky and smooth,

Her skin is carved from alabaster,

Very soft to the touch.

As they dance he is very much aware

Of her gown clinging to every inch.

The pressure of his hands guides her,

Taking her on a journey across the universe.

She responds to his touch,

Gliding and sailing over the marble floor,

Becoming more and more

A part of him.

Slight dips and spins become movements of love,

Her heated body melting into his.

She wears nothing between the outer fabric and her skin,

And he struggles to keep focused.

A few quick steps and he lifts her into the air,

Triumphantly, aware of eyes watching admiringly.

He lowers her, and she touches ground gracefully.

She whispers into his ear and they disappear into the night,

Dashing the hopes of those who were watching.

But at the same time encouraging them to dream,

To dream and love and create their own fantasy.

 

June 15, 2017

 

 

TOO MUCH

TOO MUCH

 

She was too tall. I was too short.

She was too rich. I was too poor.

She was too thin. I was too fat.

She was too old. I was too young.

She was too hot. I was too cold.

I loved her too much.  She loved me more.

She listened to others. I didn’t listen at all at first.

Together we loved passionately and filled our days with laughter.

Our love had no boundaries until we listened too much.

Our friends said we needed each other too much.

They said we should stay away and give each other time to grow and love others.

 I think our friends were wrong.

Now I have too much time and too much unfulfilled love.

How can I hurt so much and feel so empty?

I want to be with her again with less friends.

They had too much time and not enough love to fill their own lives.

Maybe I want too much love, but I am ready to give

Too much love forever.

 

6/15/17