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

Miles of Travel and Roadside Stands


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A typical flea market shop, in Germany Français : clients aux marché aux puces Русский: Блошиный рынок во Франкфурте-на-Майне, Германия (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Miles of Travel and Roadside Stands

 

Bouncing along in my old sedan,

 

Stopping for refreshments at roadside stands,

 

Miles of travel watching for flea market sales,

 

Electronic games and puppy dog tales,

 

Little brother’s laugh echoing for miles around,

 

Counting farms and houses before the next town,

 

Tired and grumpy after an hour or two,

 

A fight or argument and a quarter is due,

 

A roll of quarters for each child,

 

Dwindling down as behavior turns wild,

 

Happy is the child who manages to maintain,

 

Happy are the parents who don’t hear them complain,

 

Watching billboards, children play the alphabet game,

 

From license plates they learn the states by name,

 

A day of travel with few fights and no fuss,

 

Is there a family as happy as us?

 

We have good times aplenty as we travel afar,

 

Though crowded together in my old red car.

 

 

 

Negative Charge of My Magnet Ghost


 

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This image was selected as a picture of the week on the Malay Wikipedia for the 29th week, 2010. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Negative Charge of My Magnet Ghost

 

I have a personal magnet ghost, who’s attracted to my bad deeds.

 

She’s not very sensitive at times; she ignores my wants and needs.

 

When my life is out of balance and I’ve lost momentum to go,

 

She unloads negative energy, leaving me with no room to grow.

 

When dark thoughts start to gather and I feel the first drops of pain,

 

I close my eyes and imagine her here, creating havoc within my brain.

 

Mentally ill, I’ve been labeled, because of that wandering soul,

 

She shows up uninvited, no matter how often she’s been told,

 

A queen in emotional and spiritual worlds, she rushes to stake her claim,

 

There remained no chance I‘d keep control, once she called my name,

 

Irresponsible with her own relationships, she drove my friends away,

 

Leaving me to fight my demons alone, those who moved in yesterday,

 

Electrical shortages and my life on hold, the ghost has held her sway,

 

I think it’s time for her to move ahead, I need her out today.

 

I’ve been looking for my innocence; I found it in the dark,

 

It will light up the world, once I provide a spark.

 

 

 

 

 

From the Beginning


 

Dancing around

Dancing around (Photo credit: a hundred visions and revisions)

 

My Life from the Beginning

 

I awoke from darkness and fell into light,

 

Cold was the day, not as warm as night,

 

Understanding the world was my very first task,

 

Answers surrounded me, all I needed was to ask,

 

Wet puppy kisses, purrs from a cat,

 

I found favorite things precious like that,

 

Storms in summer bringing driving rain,

 

Scratches and bruises, living with pain,

 

Dancing and laughing till dawn’s early light,

 

Learning to love was well worth the fight,

 

The world continuing to be comfortable and fun,

 

Until I struggled with challenges not easily won,

 

Relationships were fragile, few were deep,

 

Ripped from my grasp, not mine to keep,

 

Without knocking or asking, time opened a door,

 

Health and wealth were not mine any more,

 

Minutes passed swiftly and turned into years,

 

My memories were washed away by tears,

 

Nights were growing longer; cold was gaining ground,

 

I gave away all the treasures that I’d found,

 

I left behind the darkness and entered the light,

 

Laughing and dancing, Oh, what a sight!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Join Me for Coffee


 

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English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto: Taso de kafo. Français : Photo d’une tasse de caffé Español: Taza de café (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Join Me for Coffee

 

“Good morning! Have a cup of coffee with me,

 

Relax and enjoy, what a great day it will be,

 

We’ll discuss the news and what went wrong,

 

Our place in the universe and where we belong,

 

We’ll talk about the drought and why we don’t have rain,

 

Aunt Lulu’s flowers and Sandi’s recent weight gain,

 

We’ll talk about most everything except you and me,

 

We’re afraid to confront our feelings and what we really see,

 

I know you belong to another who calls me his friend,

 

But without you in my arms the nights never end,

 

Let’s talk about the weather and time spent together,

 

If people have noticed, will storm clouds gather?

 

Our love is a relationship between you and me,

 

We need to decide how we want it to be,

 

Our families, our friends, not many will approve,

 

Should we stand and face them, or should we move?

 

Join me for coffee, or do you prefer tea?

 

I want to know how this will be,

 

Open for all to see, love in the sun,

 

Or living in darkness and love on the run?

 

Join me for coffee, please don’t hesitate,

 

I’m ready for love, and my love won’t wait.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Think Like a Tree


 

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Greek Strawberry Tree (Cyprus Strawberry Tree). Fruits. Photo taken in Laspi bay (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Think Like a Tree

 

I wasn’t ready for life’s road stretching out before me,

 

It wasn’t as fun as I expected it to be,

 

I whined, I complained, until I learned,

 

The lessons taught by an old fruit tree,

 

In the middle of an orchard the tree quietly stood,

 

He was the oldest and wisest in that neighborhood,

 

Although ancient and twisted his heart was still good,

 

 

 

I questioned him thoroughly about things he knew,

 

From seedling to adulthood, all the years he grew,

 

“Tell me your secret for being young so long,

 

How did you endure when things went wrong?

 

And how did you manage to stay so strong?”

 

 

 

The tree scratched his head, then smiled at me,

 

“Life will never be easy, as you can plainly see,

 

Adjust and be positive, and think like a tree,

 

There are a few things you ought to know,

 

Trees serve others and they’re not for show,

 

If a branch is barren or doesn’t grow,

 

There’s no reason to keep it, just let it go,

 

A tree needs to compete to be the best around,

 

But if it bears no fruit, cut it down,

 

It’s tragic to waste good fertile ground,”

 

 

 

He hesitated and drew a deep breath,

 

“If a tree produces it’s still not left alone,

 

It’s pruned each year even while grown,

 

It will be healthier and productive, a fact well known,

 

Often a tree tries too hard,

 

When too much is produced a tree must be thinned,

 

The remaining fruit will grow larger,” he said as he grinned,

 

“But if there’s too much fruit the limbs might break,

 

How soon, how much, it’s something a gardener must tweak,

 

A tree doesn’t want to be crowded,

 

It needs space to be free,

 

A tree needs to improve constantly, don’t you agree?”

 

 

 

I was ashamed of my previous actions,

 

Because I had been thinking only about me,

 

The way the old tree explained it I could see,

 

Life is not as harsh as I made it out to be,

 

If I need to be pruned to produce more in life,

 

I’ll adjust and be positive and think like a tree.