HURRICANE OF LOVE


I wasn’t paying attention

When the storm roared in,

Rain poured down in torrents,

And caught me by surprise,

a terrible way to begin.

Water quickly rose to my ankles,

And I considered my present state,

But I didn’t run away, nor did I hesitate.

This was just a storm, not one to fear,

It was like all the others that appeared year after year.

I dallied in the cold waters, splashing around,

While the menacing water was rising all over town.

It was now up to my knees,

But I could still do just as I pleased.

People were evacuating, the water was getting deep,

And It was time for me to get serious,

For I had promises to keep.

But I didn’t listen to my heart,

I knew I couldn’t appease her, it might already be too late,

 So I hardened my heart and left it all to fate.

 The water was up to my chest,

And the current was strong.

But I began searching for my lover,

I had ignored her too long.

Cars were floating and the water was up to my chin,

People were climbing to their roof tops

It was quite a predicament I was in.

I couldn’t find my lover at first,

I worried she had been swept away,

I had not kept her safe, now there was hell to pay.

I dove into the murky water and searched each room,

I could not leave her to die alone in a watery tomb.

I was losing hope when I spotted a very small mouse.

Of course, I thought, as I followed him to the attic.

Aware that I might also get trapped inside the house.

From out of a corner something stirred.

My heart jumped when my love rushed into my arms.

She was safe and I held her tight.

Warmth and love were needed to escape further harm.

 While we waited for rescuers to appear,

We gave up selfish thoughts,

And pledged our love anew,

All we needed was a hurricane of love,

Nothing else would ever do.

August 28, 2017

 

 

I wasn’t paying attention

When the storm roared in,

Rain poured down in torrents,

And caught me by surprise,

a terrible way to begin.

Water quickly rose to my ankles,

And I considered my present state,

But I didn’t run away, nor did I hesitate.

This was just a storm, not one to fear,

It was like all the others that appeared year after year.

I dallied in the cold waters, splashing around,

While the menacing water was rising all over town.

It was now up to my knees,

But I could still do just as I pleased.

People were evacuating, the water was getting deep,

And It was time for me to get serious,

For I had promises to keep.

But I didn’t listen to my heart,

I knew I couldn’t appease her, it might already be too late,

 So I hardened my heart and left it all to fate.

 The water was up to my chest,

And the current was strong.

But I began searching for my lover,

I had ignored her too long.

Cars were floating and the water was up to my chin,

People were climbing to their roof tops

It was quite a predicament I was in.

I couldn’t find my lover at first,

I worried she had been swept away,

I had not kept her safe, now there was hell to pay.

I dove into the murky water and searched each room,

I could not leave her to die alone in a watery tomb.

I was losing hope when I spotted a very small mouse.

Of course, I thought, as I followed him to the attic.

Aware that I might also get trapped inside the house.

From out of a corner something stirred.

My heart jumped when my love rushed into my arms.

She was safe and I held her tight.

Warmth and love were needed to escape further harm.

 While we waited for rescuers to appear,

We gave up selfish thoughts,

And pledged our love anew,

All we needed was a hurricane of love,

Nothing else would ever do.

August 28, 2017

 

 

 

 

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TRADITIONS OF TRUTH


Traditions

Our family had traditions,

Coffee, morning newspaper, crossword puzzles,

Discussions about upcoming plans,

American holidays, political candidates,

The winners and also rans.

The discussions blended together

And nobody cussed,

But one thing was sure, we sought the truth,

We took pride in knowing George Washington

Didn’t lie when he chopped down the cherry tree,

And Lincoln was known as “honest Abe”,

They were leaders we could look up to.

We believed our country attracted the world’s best,

And with hard work and determination

We could rise to the top with all the rest.

Our leaders were thoughtful and honest,

 We believed in a handshake or giving our word,

To lie or to cheat was simply absurd.

We believed in who we were fighting for or voting for,

And we wanted to be known for  loving more.

But somehow our love relationships and respect

For each other has gone out the door.

There are no more honest presidents like George or Abe.

Our words are not true and our relationships worthless to save.

We are not honest and always true,

Ugly Americans, we are called, and other words too.

Where are the immigrants, natives, and protectors of rights?

We hide in the darkness and run from the light.

It’s time to tell the truth.

July 22, 2017

 

 

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 all 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

 

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

 

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

NEVER JUST A KISS


A kiss is never just a kiss.

It means something

 More than lips touching.

It’s the contact of hearts,

Closing the distance between,

Throwing caution to the wind,

Listening to the voices within,

Hoping, believing, risking, daring,

Choosing to take away the loneliness,

With a fresh start,

Opening up the heart,

Learning to be vulnerable once again,

Becoming more than a friend,

A kiss offers a key to the future.

Love and life are in your kiss.

I insist your kiss is never

Just a kiss, and I wait for you.

It takes me by surprise.

I cannot resist your kiss.

Give me more.

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