Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Poem for her 214

Dear Readers,



On Top of The Weather


The old saying goes under the....
But we should always be there
In the top spots of the weather
Floating by on a slice of
Wonder bread fried in seasoned butter
Then cut to be placed next to
Sunny side up eggs
This Morning's plate full
Of berries and cherries and
Oranges sliced with a juggled
Wake up call and then the doctor's
Visit and the Lemons for
Lemonaide and some sugar
Sweet sweet sugar in
Lip balm


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, June 26, 2017

Poem for her 213

Dear Readers,



Relaxing by Voice


Practice that we do in the morning dew
Feet in the wet grasses and clovers
Slow step dance that is made up
As we step there together slowly

The beige bunny rabbit hopped near by
She sat there nibbling on a grass blade
I pointed her fur out to the Babe in my hands
She smiled at me and commented something

I told her a story about dew bunnies
And invisible elephants jumping on the couch
And things that dust motes talk about
Then I turned her once round and Kissed Her.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Poem for her 212

Dear Readers,



The red line and Blue patch


The lines that slide themselves
Slowly along your day
And lay softly
On the pillow like a flower

The patch of clothe
Blue and navy and of a soft hue
That fills the flowers petals
With scent of wonderment

The touch of the towel as soft
And white and bright
Color spray
All over drawn slow

The hand that paints
The skin with sheet of paper neat
Serves the stem
To flower and repeats


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Poem for her 211

Dear Readers,


Pecan Sandies


Yes the cookie was in her hand
But I had handed it to her
She was about to eat it
She looked at me
Offering me a bite
I shook my head and
Kept filming her
She giggled a bit
Like she does when I film her
The cookie was good
It did not try to run away
It was good
It tasted her tongue too



Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Poem for her 210

Dear Readers,



Pony Express

No we didn't slip back to those times just yet
But it sometimes feels that way when
...letters take a few days to send
...Phones don't work in the odd regions
...Snowed in and the power is out so
...we send out smoke signals lost in the wind
...we sit on a porch swing and chat with irises
...they tell us of a time before the pony express
...when people carried them on ships over oceans
...and they lived in soft downy sacks
...and now shine in the afternoon light
...telling us about the story
...before the pony express
...we sit and wonder how it could be that the
...Flowers know so much
...then wink at each other and hold hands
...thinking of new stories to tell
...her grandkids about next time we see them
...stories of the green can of paint
...the table cloth
...and the slow days of hard to get email
...days only form from the slow ticks of the sun dial


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Poem for her 209

Dear Readers,



The trees in the yard


There is this big pine tree I planted
It stands there and as she stood next to it
I took her picture, more than once
I also snuck in a video or two
She knows me by now I just love
Getting her to smile and giggle on camera
The tree is so large now some 40 years
After I planted it and it was a few years old
The other trees in the yard make good photos
Always with her in there near them
Why just have a photo of a tree
When I can get her picture in there too
I am sure she won't want to share
But she lets me take them
And take them I do


Happy Birthday Babe

Charles

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Poem for her 208

Dear Readers,



The Porch Swing


There were several in the history of our lives
The one out back by the pool at my brother's place
The one by her dad's place
The one at the city house facing the gardens and all
The one on the front porch of the cabin in the woods

All of them had one thing in common

We sat on them a time or two and held hands
We might even have kissed the day away there too
It was always a nice place to be a porch swing
Sitting there talking the time away as the
Clouds drift past and the birds chirp

Her there in my arms and softly dozing at times
Fingers laced and hands as one bound for always and forever


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.