Saturday, July 22, 2017

Poem for her 242

Dear Readers,


Just so you know

Nothing you say will be a worry
Everything you say will be a joy
So wish you could see the feelings
But know that I do as the words used
And the words not used that you thought
Are embedded in the thoughts you thought
Nothing you think is hidden in a way
As the Hand of Jesus holds that thought
For you and for me so that it can be
The thought of a dream seen later
The thought of a cotton wood seed
The thought of a scene seen while asking
Asking God what the words looked at
Seen and read and pondered on
Unpacked in that gift package of bright sunshine
The Red stripped Shirt covered in a Cloak
The sound of voices in the hallways
The writings in the Scrapbook Blue
The memories of you and flew too wings
Just so you know that thoughts are
Full of you and me and things and all
The ideas we want to say but bubble
Up from the wordless places and then
Attached to skin shapes of words
And sent to thought patterns called
Voice, text, mail, napkin and then just
Looked at with the eye as the face's
Emotions tumble out in a sigh
A giggle and a Laugh and then sleep
Sleep of calm and peace and rest


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Poem for her 241

Dear Readers,


Water of her Voice


The call came in just after 11
Nervous was my hands and feet tingled
First time she called me
First time I heard her
First time her voice watered me
Fed me a living water that Jesus
Knew her voice would
Looking at her today feeds me
The sight of her face
The hold of her hand
Nourishes so deeply
Jesus knew his gift would be
Perfect for me in a deep way
His living water
Flows from places we can not see
But then we open our eyes
And see the faces and voices
Of each other and see
Jesus holding our hands
Together in his
Is why we can't tell them apart


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Poem for her 240

Dear Readers,


Girl I Got Two


To tell you two hands are as one
But then you and me both know that
These could be song Lyrics but they are
Nothings and Somethings and Home

To tell you the day never ends
Sent you a thought was we the dream
Unending spending money filled Penny
This could be a nurse re timer

Are those bird calls still heard
Or did they not replace the battery
You finally stepped in and took
Was it the hugs or the cuddles we did

Girl I got a thought or two
Give me your hand let us dance in tune
Till midnight afternoon and go
See a picture show on the boat at sea

Girl I got two tell you too
To many times the distant chimes of
Misty minds linkage the thoughts
In my sing song head to you

And this mail be pony expression
To you in one line expansions
That send me vast flashes of forever
Always and explosions of dreaming
Saying to you That Daze Night vibrations


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 239

Dear Readers,



Blue Water Balloons


They sat in a big pile the Balloons
They were not yet filled with water
But they could hear the water over there
Laughing and giggling and splashing each other
The water is that fancy stuff
H and Two of them and O
They each just kind of laugh at the facts
Of water being so special that Humans
Still do not know all the special bits yet
But the Balloons knew and they were sighing
To be filled in various measures
To be filled and then just gathered into
A small blue water balloon pile
To wait out the two
Green Glasses Girl and
Blue Glasses Boy
And the August fun


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 238

Dear Readers,



Interlaced


Her universe slides into mine
Interlaced with skin that feels
The touch of my hands
When I am not there to actually touch
Interlaced fingers where one finger
Is understood to be both ours
We can't tell where one ends
We skin deep go further
Ideas and thoughts mingle
Feelings flow into the same cup
The universe is not just a water balloon
But the water and the cloud it came from
Red the color of the cloth held water
The bunny on the dew covered clover
The wings of sweet somethings jumping
Forward into the Air filled with Nothings
All of them saying in our voices
I Love You and then sliding to depths
On our skin exposed at the interlace zone
She is tired now and wants to cuddle
So in a few seconds I will slide my Left-
Hand into hers and ask her that question
She knows the answer to the question
But I as yet don't know where it will flow
We might play the Darkness eyes open
And guide each other in a dance on dew
Or just Mei Fun on buttered toast egg on top
And one fork and one mug of coffee
But as always and forever I say

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles,

Monday, July 17, 2017

Poem for her 237

Dear Readers,



The color Red

I tell her today wear the red pair
I say also that White pair is for later
That some teal will go well at this time
It might be a paint by numbers game
Or a late night cloth shoe swap
What you see is not what she reads
What shoulder is she looking over?
Is the newest gadget in her hands
A sauce pan or a computer?
What if it was both
What if the shoes went with the computer
Or the necklace that she wears
Talks to her at night when she sleeps
What if the velvet is soft honey
Colored drips and some bunny color
Was being felt under a red napkin?

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Poem for her 236

Dear Readers,


Showers


She likes to stand under the water and soak
So Our cabin shower allows her to do just that
The water is in an on demand system that
Heats the water as it flows and won't
Ever run out of hot water glowing
So her showers can be as long as she likes them
Since I like several kinds of water flow
We have several settings
Waterfall is one I like the water splashes
Down from a long shelf and crashes on you
Or the summer shower which is a lot of drops
All spread out over a wide area some heavier
The pulse heads and the fine mist fogs
Also features to add to the experience
The water source is natural and it returns
To a swamp bed room of the greenhouse
So it goes in a return cycled system
The showers were geared to give us both
What we wanted and more than that
A place to find water comfort when the
Days are long and bumpy or just
Normal and fun but with a soothing shower
To make the extra time under water Better

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Rachel of Cardholder Services.

Dear Readers,


Just now that call came in, it is a local number so you pick it up, thinking it is the friend that lost their phone and had to get a new number. But it is that Lady's voice, she is telling you that your Credit Cards are not over due or even out of Print, but that you can get help with.....yada yada . Now I have gone to the trouble a few times to actually get to a living person in a busy phone center then they start asking for all those things your credit card company might ask for but then that isn't the whole of it, they want to sell you a service that is..................... Um I can not say it is a scam but it feels like one. But it might be perfectly Legal what they are doing. But this is not the missive of the post though it is the inductive of the post, as I was about to sit down and write a story about the White card anyway.


So with out further ado.


..................


The White Card.


The Clerk was a bit ticked off this homeless person was trying to pass off some kind of scam on him, and he had just motioned for security to be ready to handle things, when the Hotel Manager walked out of his office. Doug, thought he was going to have a heart attack this was the worst day of his life right this second, trying to make a great first week impression, and then this homeless person showed up, and then the call from his girlfriend, and then the car wreck this morning that put him 4 minutes late.

The Manager came to the desk and then said.

"Hello Mr. Danner, So good to see you again. It has been a while since you have visited us, I thought that there might have been some troubles on one of your trips."

The homeless man looked a bit worn out and his hair was matted and there was bugs crawling on his shirt sleeves and there seemed to be putrid flies flying about his head and the scent coming off him was making Doug want to throw up.

"Hello Alfred, It has been a long time hasn't it?"

Doug was shocked again, He knew the manager's first name himself, but no customer was ever given that private information, company policy.


The Homeless man said. "Doug here is about to learn about my method of payment, He has been doing a stand up job so far, he was about to call American Express and confirm the card's Coded number, though I think he still might need some help with the prefix codes."

The manager laughed. He knew that Doug was not doing any of that and that security had been called and that Joseph the Hotel's Chief had sent two of his most well informed and that they were keeping the smiles off their faces concerning the whole affair at the front desk.

"Thank you, Mr. Danner, I will be sure to make a note in Doug's record of your praise of his care giving helpfulness."

Doug had to blink a few times and not look at Mr. Danner, as the flies were starting to bother him and the smell still about to make him sick.

.... Authors note.... Yes Mr. Danner looked like a homeless man a lot, and today was one of the more prone times and even though Alfred knew he sometimes looked like this we might later find out that this time shocked even Alfred, even though he doesn't say so to the fact right now.........

The Homeless man looked at Doug and smiled. And said, "Doug, I am sorry for my appearance but I have been to hell and back the last few weeks. The bugs won't bother anyone else as soon as I get a shower and a change of clothes. I tend to arrive here looking like the garbage heap was drug through me, as it is the nature of my business at times."


.................

End of this segment of the story

Tune in soon to get more bits of the odd life of the world's richest Man. Also seen in "The Safe Safe" and other stories.

May you have the Peace of Christ.

Charles.






Poem for her 235

Dear Readers,


She smiles

As I write a line on a napkin
As I tug at her belt loops
As she sees me get out the mint tea
As she watches me paint by the numbers
..On the t-shirt she will wear soon
As I warm her hands in from the cold
As I run the roll sweeper not the vacuum
As I bake potatoes for her lunch
As I butter some graham crackers and
..Get the picnic basket ready for next time
As I open the flyer to a new winery
As I turn down the bed and fluff her pillow
As I turn on the lights when we leave
As I motion to the dance floor
As I pick up the phone and say hello babe
As I talk to her all morning from midnight
As I kiss her ankles and massage her feet
As I tap the table and we go back to playing
As I write another note to her that says

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Poem for her 234

Dear Readers,


Steadfast

She is my soul
She holds me close
She keeps watch over me
She smiles at my words
She holds my hands
She kisses me long
She hugs me close
She is my soul
She loves forever and always
She is steadfast
She reads these words
She giggles as I say
She likes ponds
She hands me the fork
She cut the food
She smiled as I wrote
She laughed as she did
She sang happy birthday to me
She is my soul


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Poem for her 233

Dear Readers,


Pond in summer


She doesn't like to swim in the pond
But she likes the pond
We made one in the city house back yard
We made one in the yard of the cabin
She will wade in them and get the beach ball
If we are playing beach ball bingo
Or other fun Pond games
The fish in the city pond are friendly
They are several that I used to keep
They eat the natural foods ponds have
We like the ponds in winter too
The pond in the woods can freeze over
Not sure I'd trust going skating on it
Unless it's been cold cold for a while
Hard to imagine cold cold after a hot summer
The days wear on and the trees sweat
The shirts stick to us and we both complain
Then I spray her with some ice water and
She giggles about the same time she
Splashes me with the ice too
So now our shirts stick for different reasons
But we are cool finally and winter is just near
Over there in the sun beams of the future months


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.