Saturday, August 19, 2017

Poem for her 270

Dear Readers,


Dancing


The dew on the carpet of clover wet
On our feet as we hand in hand
Dance the morning glow into
The time we will be flowers

Planted in a garden
Seen by the wind and the rain
But not picked
Standing tall and always
At full bloom

Dancing on the cabin floor
Carpet and hardwood
Both soft under foot
Bare as they are

Dancing in the afternoon
The place not yet known
The room semi dark
Just you and me
There slipping hand in hand

Dancing with you babe
Till the world spins not
Till the world spins not
Dancing with you babe


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles


Friday, August 18, 2017

Poem for her 269

Dear Readers,



Your Touch

When the day is first starting
When the first food arrives
When the coffee pours to cup
When the sun comes up
When it is applied everywhere
When the day wears long
When the afternoon arrives
When we dance inside
When we garden outside
When fireflies come out
When the moonbeams shine
When we go to bed at night
When the day is first starting


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.



Thursday, August 17, 2017

Poem for her 268

Dear Readers,


Summer time snacks

Her left big toe
Big drop of honey
Place on toe
Snack on Honey

Get lots of giggles

Her right big toe
Big drop of honey
Place on toe
Snack on Honey

Get lots of giggles

Jump in to pond
Splash about
Get out

Go blow dry
Under the ceiling fan

Repeat steps 1 and 2


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

poem for her 267

Dear Readers,



Laced hands, warm feet


My hands laced into hers
As we dance in the grass
Her the flower
And me the petals
The grass is warm and,
Clover filled
Our faces close
Then apart
Dancing in the clover
Grass smell fills the air
But so does clover blossoms
The dance is long
And slow filled
With her giggles
As her feet are bare
Something she'd
Not done almost ever
But for the times
I got her into
Our back yard
Dancing
Hands Laced
Feet warm
Or dew chilled


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 266

Dear Readers,


Parking lot revisited,


She stands there looking up
The place is the same
Just a warmer sky
And no snow
And not the first time
And things swirl through
Her head and emotions
There is a song on her mind
No make that several
All running about there
Things to say
Things to do
Then there is a spark
A thrill
The thought
His lips


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Poem for her 265

Dear Readers,


Taste of my fingers

On her ankles
On her calves
She smiles at the velvet
The touch tender
The care of her
Slow slow slow
She says she can feel my hands
Slow touching
Softly tracing her name
Out on her skin
Slow loving her
Into the morning dew
Dancing in the rain
Touching her slow
Touching her fingers
Tasting her fingers

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Poem for her 264

Dear Readers,


Elephants


The 145 invisible elephants
Jump on the couch right next
To her as she sits there
Looking at me talk about them.

The 145 percent kisses
Slide out of my thoughts
And impact her hearing
The elephants giggle

The 145 is just 2 shy
Of the 147 that could be used
But was just a bit to much
For the amount needed

The 145 licks it takes
To get to the edge of
The center of
...Well...that gummy bear.


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.


The 145 Hours I stare at her
As I talk to her
As I cuddle her
As we share the single day
Every day until Forever ends.

Poem for her 263

Dear Readers,




I need


Hugs and kisses,
Kisses and Hugs,
Her hands on my shoulders
Her lips tasting the cooking
Her smile forever
Her frowning pout at my going
Her giggles at the other things
Her Laughter at still other things
Her

I need

Long cuddles
Couches to sit next to her
Paper to write on, poems for her
Her to say I love you
Her smile when I show her a flower
Her giggle when I make a funny face
Her laughter when I take her dancing
Her

I need

To hear the sounds of sleep
To hear the sounds of the day
To hear her sing
To hear her hum
To hear her type
To hear her sigh
To hear her just be her

I need

Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Poem for her 262

Dear Readers,



Barefoot shopping


She dislikes shopping
Unless it is done fast
In and out get the items
And gone

But she loves being barefoot
Those cool store paths
Soft carpet nice music
Only us there

The dream of a bit of
Off the wall thinking
Barefoot shopping
Just standing there and watching

The shop clerks gaze
And bring you the items
That fit just right
Into the kitchen counter

Then of course the other things
Shopping for this and that
Things I might only
Hint at with a wave


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.