Monday, January 23, 2017

Poem for her 23

Dear Readers,


The Cabin had a shower built for two
The Boat at the slip had a shower built for two
The House in town had a shower built for two
Hand in hand through life built for two
You drive or I drive depending on the time of day
Life built for two to enjoy the simple things
The kitchen large enough for two to cook in
We walk on pathways wide enough for Two side by side
His and her things togetherness a key
The Cabin had a shower built for two
And an endless hot water supply so two could enjoy
Togetherness is two together

Happy Birthday Babe,


Sunday, January 22, 2017

Poen for her 22

Dear Readers,

Woodland Walk

It was fall the trees were starting to turn
She loved this season, He liked it too any time
With her was a time to be spent walking, or talking
Hiking or biking on their tandem Trike together
The woodland path was in this city they were in today
Tomorrow it might be a new city, or town they were
Just spending the fall of the year walking and talking
Over a log bridge, under a limb over hang through a glade
They spent lots of time walking in woodlands
If it was spring they'd be out in these places too
But today it was fall and the season she loved
He took photos of her hands next to leaves
He took photos of her hands next to moss on trees
He'd save them in his books of photos of her hands
He liked their woodland walks and photos of her hands
Hands he loved to hold, hands he loved to kiss
Hands he loved from the day they met face to face
Her hands held on their woodland walk this fall day.

Happy Birthday babe,


Saturday, January 21, 2017

Poem for her 21

Dear Readers,

Dreaming of a Log Cabin

Her face was blushed with the winter air, clouds of breath out
Her hair spilled out around her hood jacket a big smile on her face
The Log cabin was there in the clearing by the stream just downhill
She had been helping in it's drawing of it, and planning of it
While others did most of the work, as we were a bit to busy for it all
We had dreamed of the log cabin for a while, seeing ones like it
Sketching out plans and things to have in it, and here it was
Dreams come true, Our very first cabin all ours, Inside
Warm floors, even though it had a basement, warm rooms
Walls with art work on them, Ours and other people's
Rugs and things on the wood floors to keep the mild drafts away
Big long low seating area in front of a large fire place
All Specially made so that the fire heat the room with its smoke
Rock walls and wooden beams, all selected to be part of Home
Her touches all over the place and their love seen throughout
Her face blushed as he gave her a long long kiss, welcome home.

Happy Birthday babe,

Friday, January 20, 2017

Poem for her 20

Dear Readers,

Her Hands

Her hands are young looking for someone her age
Her hands are soft and tender for what she has done
Her hands hold me tight when I am sad
Her hands brush my hair when we both shower
Her hands massage my back after a long days work
Her hands cook me breakfast in bed sometimes
Her hands get massages themselves every time I hold them
Her hands tell me to shh when I am disquieted by things
Her hands draw each other or her lips all the time
Her hands hold the book she is reading to me
Her hands hold her pillow when she sleeps
Her hands are her holding me as I type

Happy birthday babe,


Thursday, January 19, 2017

Poem for her 19

Dear Readers,

The Night

Waiting for her to come home after the Gym
The night is empty, though the house smells of her
Her pillows on the bed whisper to each other about her
I am sitting writing or drawing to while away the time

Waiting for her to arrive home from a trip
The day is empty, though the house smells of her
Her pillows and me whisper to each other
About how we miss her, cuddling us telling us things

Waiting for her to show up at the table
The Minutes seem dull without her near me there
Her purse on her chair and I have a few talk of her
About the Night we met her and started Forever

Happy Birthday babe,


Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Poem for her 18

Dear Readers,

Eggs in the morning

She likes Eggs, but so do I, how many ways let me count
She likes breakfast in bed, How many ways let me count
She likes Soup shared from the same bowl one spoon Our hands
She likes to cook, I like to cook, we like to cook together
She likes to make bread, I like to make bread, we cook together
She likes to draw I like to tell stories, she draws my words
She likes to sing I like to make words sound and we do songs
She likes to walk I like to walk hardly a day gone without walks
She likes and I love to do things with her by my side
She likes and I love her day and night and eggs in the Morning

Happy birthday babe.


Poem for her 17

Dear Readers,

The Cat and The Pillow

The Cat looked at the Pillow
The Pillow looked at the Cat
The Cat mewwed and the Pillow sighed
The Cat was happy, and the Pillow was happy
They lived in the same house
The Pillow was new to the House
But so was the Cat new to the House
The House welcomed them both in
The House was old and had been there a while
The Pillow asked in a soft voice
Where were they today?
The Cat said in a purrr
They are on a picnic
The House Sighed, and said
In the back yard under the Big Oak
The Big Oak was having a great time
Shading the Couple and their picnic blanket

Happy Birthday Babe,


Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Poem for her 16

Dear Readers,


Late at night when you can't keep your eyes open
Words spoken to you, allow you to keep on driving

Early in the morning when you wake with that headache
Words spoken to you, help make the pain go away

Late in the afternoon when nothing you try to fix works
Words spoken to you, let you know the job can wait

When you can't seem to get any rest for whatever reason
Words spoken to you, calm you and relax you and sleep arrives

Days go by tick tock of the clock and you wonder
Words spoken to you, make it all seem better

Late at night when you can't keep your eyes open
Words spoken to you, Let you know, it's time to sleep

Early in the morning when you want and can taste
Words spoken to you, calm your need to hear words spoken

Happy Birthday babe

The Dream Shop and Penny

Dear Readers,

If you delve into my blog deep enough you will stumble on a Huge vast array of story ideas, and things. There are a lot of things in my blog, some of them just a bit scary, just a bit odd, and just a bit crazy. There are things more than enough Scary, Odd and Crazy as all get out, in here too. Some times I am the one realizing I was free writing while Manic,, Super Manic and just Whoa! dude are you for real... Laughs. So without much further ado, I will open yet another layer of story lines, it is part of another vast epic, but it is sorta a kinda stand alone story that might or might not last 89 years and six years of your time.


He sat there drinking coffee. Then he looked up as the door opened and the person walked into his shop, which was more like an office and less like a shop, but here they stood.

He did not say a word. Normally he just let them say things, but this person was looking a bit more lost than normal. He thought for a bit longer, still not saying anything.

You see He was here in his office, but he was not here in his office or his shop. He was in a place called Dream.

You never knew who would walk in the door. Mainly due to the fact that this office was also in the place called Awake.

For lack of a better explanation Awake and Dream are in the same exact place. An odd landscape where He lived, where his office was, where his bar was, where all the hotels he owned were and where just about all his existence was located at, both the dream and the awake world.

He finally took the clue that he needed to ask them, whomever they were, what was up, as he never really knew the events happening around him, while he was at work. Seeing also that he Never slept much himself, he was always at work. He had two modes, Asleep, or at work. Fatigue would hit him like a ton of bricks and he'd go lay down, and would sleep, then awaken and then be at work again. The bad part of this was he never could figure out why he got tired in the first place, and that the sleep was never long, it was an odd existence.

"Hello, can I help you?" He said, his voice was soft. Then he sipped his coffee, cream sugar coffee, sort of in that order, so less coffee than sugar and cream. Then he realized the person there was a female. Which meant this was most likely a dreamer.

"It is okay. This is not a nightmare." It was always true. Females never had nightmares if they arrived at his shop/ office. But why they arrived here, was never the same reason. He was a little concerned. So instead of saying anything more to her he did say this to the room in general.


Five of them arrived, which to him meant this female in his office was special. One on either side behind the Lady, one more set in front of her but further apart, and then one to his left looking at the other four and the lady and him at his desk all at once.

He looked to Penny and said.

"Five of you means she is more special than normal. She hasn't spoken, but then you know that. So what is up about her?" He asks Penny. But lest you think differently, they were all Penny, only one Penny, Lots of different ones too. If you asked for Penny, one to millions could show up, yes millions, it had happened a time or two and he was never sure how many penny would show up, just that they would, as soon as you said "Penny". Though they could show up without asking for them too, but usually that happened and he kind of knew they would before they did that as well. But they always showed up when said their name.

Penny the one to his left said something in a musically sounding voice, that today was in a language that only he and they knew, or rather one of those languages, as there were many of those languages out there, in the conversations he had with Penny.

Penny talked for a while. He nodded, and spoke back to Penny but this time in American English.


Sorry, My story line is over with there for a while, Got to leave you hanging again.

Yours in Christ's peace