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Just A Little Silly Song

I like your love cuz it's so crazy-
Makes me swoon and makes me hazy-
Puts me in a spell for day-z's-
Come be my Valentine!

You got the cutest eyes I've ever seen
They hyp-no-tize me with their green
Bright like pricey kinds of bling-
Come see me, Valentine!

I want your hug cuz it's so cozy-
To touch your cheeks and lips and nose-y
And hug you from your head to toe-sies
Come hold me, Valentine!

You've got my heart forever, Honey
You are all I ever want-ey-
Makin all my days so sunny-
Come love me, Valentine!

The reason for this little rhyme-
Is to say I love you all the time -
And the best thing about you, Valentine-
Is
You. You. You...
Are mine!

An Old Familiar Song

I stepped outside the other day
and on the wind, a voice did say-
"I'm coming soon- do not despair.
I travel quickly on the air."

I stopped and listened even more
To a voice beyond that distant shore
that whispered like a long lost friend-
across the cruel and cutting wind.

I tuned my ears, but barely heard-
The sweet promises in every word.
Then all at once, I heard her sing-
and without a doubt, the song was Spring.

Her voice was lost by a gusty blow
and muffled by a fluff of snow-
And nearly stopped before the gate-
But I screamed to her-"Yes! I will wait!"

An icy chill ran up my spine
and I was lost again in Winter time-
but even though I could not hear-
I know my Spring is somewhere near.

The song grew quiet on cloudy skies
As I watched for her with anxious eyes
My hope. My Spring. My faithful friend.
That never fails to sing again.

I cannot always hear her now-
Amid naked trees and silent plow,
but her song will push through Winter's wall
And surround me with it's pleasant call.

I huddle near the window frame-
and recite her sweet and solemn name.
"Spring, Spring- she comes again!
My ever faithful, loving friend!"

Another Winter

I can take the snow-
it's weight of white
that settles in the wispy trees.

I can take the ice
that forms like cones
when the air starts dropping by degrees.

I can take the cold-
it's shuddering touch
that clouds me with a frigid hand.

I can take the winter-
it's restless soul
that blankets sky and sea and land.

But I grow afraid
with each new day
that my heart will freeze
and stay that way-
A solid mass of ice and chill
that tries to thaw...
but never will.

I Am You

Sometimes
the line between
where you begin
and I end
blurs like
a sweet valentine-
we bleed into one another
like spilled honey-
bound together
in an affectionate nectar
that defies separation.

Yet,
sometimes-
the line between
where you begin
and I end-
clashes like
oil and vinegar.

I am you.

I can't speak.
I can't breathe.

I wear your shoes.
I clip my wings.

I mold into your side
and am smothered
by the darkness.

I am you.
I am you.
I am you.

I Wonder

We owned a cabin once.

A small, one room
musty-smelling house
with fragrant wood heat-
and well water
that you had to pump
into a tin bucket.

But from the screened porch
you could see the forest.
And birds
and deer
and the seasons of the sky.
Sunny days
and thunderstorms
and snowflakes spinning.

We sat there one day
holding hands,
listening to the silence.

Years passed by
before our eyes.

And then we finally got up,
fixed bacon and eggs,
sold the cabin,
and grew old.

I wonder if the oak tree there
still stands against the wind...
If tiny ripe pears
poke out of blooming buds...
If the cherry trees grow
thick and heavy in July...

..If some part of us is still there
on that porch swing,
holding hands.

Funny Sad

I think I'll start my diet now
because I'm starting to look like a pregnant cow-
my face is fat-
my waist is broad-
So it's time to change this ugly bod!

But yet, here comes the pumpkin pie
that catches my nose and diverts my eye
and all the stuff
that just aint cool-
is making me drool!

Just one bite? It just won't work.
My appetite just goes berserk
till before I know it
I've consumed
the contents of the dining room!

I wish I was a grizzly bear
that could eat and eat without a care
And hibernate all winter long-
And come out later
all lean and strong!

But, alas, I must begin this thing
that causes me such grievous pain
and start to just look away
when fattening things
all come my way.

I must have faith-
because if I fail-
My sister will be a skinny rail
that enters the room and others "woo"-

...and when I come in
they'll just say "Moo!"

Haiku Thursday

The year closes up
like a tired blinking eye
that no longer sees.

Loneliness

A lonely leaf fell from the tree.
I saw the leaf, but it did not see me.

It lay awhile all curled and brown
like a feather on the velvet ground-
till all at once a breeze blew by
and caused that lonely leaf to fly.

It spun like a ballerina there
all poised and free without a care
and drifted off into a sea
of other leaves that did not see me.

I sometimes wish that I could fly
like a lonely leaf upon the sky
and never stop until I find
another heart that feels like mine.

Haiku Friday

Money can't by love-
but if you want to try it,
just bring on the bling!

Sand Castles

I once knew a man-
a beautiful man-
who lived by the ocean
in a castle of sand.
He was the keeper
of the sun and the sea.
He was a lover of life
and of me.

I went there one day-
one beautiful day,
and out on the sand
we embraced as we lay-
And we were the makers
of music and wine.
We were the masters
of ages and time.

That man that I knew-
that beautiful man-
Who lived by the ocean
in a castle of sand-
Gave me rings made of shells
and jewelry of stones-
Which I kept and I treasured
when I was alone.

One day I went
to his home by the sea-
and nothing was left
of the man who loved me.
The castle was nowhere
amid all the sand.
Nothing was there
but a great stretch of land.

And there was nothing left-
no dreams which to trust.
My shells turned to starlight-
My stones turned to dust.

Accolades

Yellow leaves fall
like puddles of wet feathers
and the air smells
of tired rain.

Clouds dance
over the fields
and corn stalks bow
in withered surrender.

A black crow caws
across the sunless sky
and the pond swells.

I sit at my window
and watch
the scenery being set
for a new season.

Autumn-
I applaud you.

It's been a wonderful show...

Poetry Pie

I set out before you my new poem-
freshly made-
carefully prepared-
a little proud that all the words
fit together so well.

Like a meal, I've presented it to you
and watch as you peck away slowly.

I watch your expression.

Wait for your approval.

Anxious as you digest the poem
right before my eyes.

"Too depressing."
"Wrong subject matter."
"Awkward structure."

I'm not surprised that
you found no flavor in it.

You have no taste.

Haiku Wednesday

The flood waters burst-
like dirty chocolate milk
through loose rotten teeth.

Nothing

I have nothing to say.

There is nothing new.
Nothing to write
and nothing to do.
No joy to release
or pain to suppress-
to plans to hide
or dreams to confess.
There is nothing,
there is nothing,
there is nothing today.

I have nothing to say.

Words

When there seems to be no strength to hold me standing-
Words are friends that never seem to fail-
I know I can grasp words from my heart,
though it beats erratic, is weakened and pale.
And I toss them like friends about me-
like jewels that glisten bright in compare
that warm me up and give me hope
when I drown in loneliness and despair.

Words support me like bridges of steel
and wrap round me like a kindness, so rare-
Words are proof that I am still alive
and not oblivious to care.
Words are my lifesaver when the waves clash
and the lightning strikes close to home.
Nothing can take them away from me-
With words, I am never alone.

I drown without them.
Yet, with words, I swim no better.

I just die on the ocean slowly.

Someone's Shoe

Of all the things that turn my head
On highways long and pathways worn-
it's not the rusty fields of corn
Not even starlit skies of blue-

It's someone's shoe.

How did someone lose a shoe?
Just a single one- and not two?
Do they not see one foot is bare?
And why did they leave it sitting there?

Sometimes it looks perfectly new-
So why didn't they keep that shoe?
Did it fly out without them knowing
that suddenly their toes were showing?

I've seen a shoe all wrinkled and worn-
with laces gone and leather torn-
Not worth keeping- But even then-
You think you'd see it's ugly twin.

I've seen all kinds- and still I whisper-
"Who's limping around without that slipper?"
"Who's sprinting with one Nike Air?
"Does the cowboy know his boot is there?

How sad to see a lonely shoe...
Does any of them belong to you?

Haiku Thursday

The big pumpkin glows
like a wild orange fireball
with a toothless grin.

Rare Days

There were days when she felt like dancing-
like pulling up her long cotton skirt
and floating to the music of the old Victrola-
The same days when she felt
as though the circles beneath her eyes
and the arthritis in her fingertips
was a thing of the past.
There were days when her age
or her health-
didn't matter.
She felt nineteen again.

There were those few, rare days.

There were days when she shed
the thick woolen socks
and tight leather ankle shoes
and wandered outside barefoot-
where the warm sun made
the stone walk hot
and where the summer shade made
the green grass cool.
And she would walk to
the edge of the meadow
and imagine an end
to the sea of cornfields.

There were days when she would
let down her hair
and brush it the length of her back
and count the strokes
until she reached one hundred.
Then she would sit
in front of the old black fan
and pretend she was walking
in a rain storm
on an exotic street in Paris.

There were days when she felt like dancing-
like there were no boundaries
to what she could do
and who she could be.
Like life was just beginning
and
it
was
hers.

There were those few, rare days...

Bring Me Lilacs

Flowers are a gift of love
and if your heart is true-
Gather not roses, ruby red
tied in ribbons of blue.
But to prove your faithfulness
and love forever more-
Bring me lilacs- bouquets of lilacs-
gather lilacs at my door.
For dearer than candy or jewelry or wine-
In life, my treasure is this:
Bring me lilacs- bouquets of lilacs-
Just lilacs and a kiss.
And should I someday pass from earth-
Upon my grave, I request no stone-
Just a lilac- a beautiful lilac
that will be mine alone.
Just a lilac-a beautiful lilac
before I travel home.