Poem for her 285

Dear Readers,


Ankle socks


The feet are alabaster
They have painted toenails
They get rubbed on often
They like morning dew
They get kissed by me
The socks warm them
The socks are green today
The feet are soft
The girl likes the kisses
On her lips
But she likes them
On her toes as well
I do take the socks
Off first before kissing
Her


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 284

Dear Readers,


Porch Swing Job

She was writing out the resume
Porch Swing Sitter
The details were many
The times she'd done the task
The dates she'd been on one
The care of the back and forth
There was even a chart for colors
Had she ever fed birds from one
Was this going to be her sole job
There was a lot to talk about
This Porch Swing Job was year around
The application was almost done
Then the call came in
Sight Unseen
You got the job
It's hers
She got up and packed


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 283

Dear Readers,


I want Two

Tell her that the video light didn't have to be on
Tell her the I....... T Shirt turned out as a great
...video subject and she did smile after all
Tell her that I want to do everything a dozen times
...daily but I see the colors different than she does
...so maybe it will be less of one and more of another
Tell her that her laugh is warming to me and fun
Tell her the videos are great and thanks for the pose
Tell her happy Birthday with a long poem series

Tell her a lot of things that only fit in a book
That she can read in private so here goes the
First few pages already spoken to her


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 282

Dear Readers,


I Want

Poems filled out in books
Telling her about the things
I feel when she looks at me

Poem lines to tell her
The things I mean when I
See her sing to me

To bottle up every second
That I see with my eyes
So that she is in all of them

To say to her with the words
I want..................

Things that only a few years
Can tell her

To say things to her that
Can bottle up time
And every second I am seeing her

To tell her a million times
I love you babe
But only get out the words

I want

My mind floods with desire to say
More than I have time to say
The things left to say
To say

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 281

Dear Readers,


Pictures


Photo albums flow
The pictures say hello
I was young
I was in a green dress
I was riding my bike
When the boy in blue glasses
Stood by me and said
Hi
Smile
Say potato chips with salt
Say Glean Glasses
Say
Photo albums flow
Into video
Into things seen and heard
In dreamy days
Of long ago
When the girl in green dress
Wore a pair of matching glasses


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 280

Dear Readers,



Bing goes the phone


The sound is soft and wakes me up
Then I look over and she is there
That sound was in a dream
The sound of her texting me
But there she lays hair on face
Head on my arm, eyes closed
Now open smiling at me
Saying good morning
Saying things in a whisper
The Bing sound drifts out of my ear
I wonder at it
Was she thinking in her dream
Of texting me
Of the thoughts put
To key pad
The morning wears away
To afternoon
To evening
To the next weekend
The sound of her breath in my ear
The sound of her laugh
Caught on tape
Skirt in my fingers
As we dance in moonlight
Memories of that bing
Text in our dreams


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 279

Dear Readers,



Pink Pokey Dots


They were soft in my hand
They formed some cotton threads
They were on a shirt
The shirt was yet to be
On her
But it lay there
On a store shelf
The dots were whispering
To each other
Pick us
Pick us

They were soft in my hand
The shirt pulling down
Over her shoulders
Over her the waistband of Skirt
The dots were whispering
To each other
Kiss us
Kiss us

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 278

Dear Readers,


Slow

The time it takes to hug her to me
The time it takes to get up in the morning
The time it takes to massage her feet
The time the night takes to kiss her
The time the sun stays down
The time we have left in the hour
The sand grains fall at this speed
The waves on shore flow
The breath of dew on her toes

The time it takes to slide my fingers
...down her legs to her feet
...so her calves feel the light touch
...the feel of skin on skin till
...her feet which are so soft
...tell me they have been tickled enough


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 277

Dear Readers,


Need

To hear her voice
...say my name in the morning

To see her face
...laugh and giggle as I
...get ready to paint her picture

To hold her hand
...as I take her out for a dance
...as we walk down a path
...as we sit on a porch swing

To put my fingers
...in her belt loops
...on take photo
...on keyboard to write
...on her face

So many things that this poem will
Never end

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 276

Dear Readers,


Sighs

The whispered bit of breath
Flowing out the soft lips
As she says my name
As she opens the lips
Softly to say
I love you
As she sees a new flower bud
As she feels the cold dew
On her toes the sigh says
So much
So much more than a word
So much
That I want to hear every one
That escapes her lips
The soft sigh of morning
The soft sigh of evening
Every soft sigh that she has
I want them all in my ear
I want to hold each one a long long time
I want her always and forever


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 275

Dear Readers,



Roses


I stood at my backyard gate
She was on the phone
It was a nice day
As any day talking to her is
The sun was shining
The conversation divine
She was loving me with her voice
The day was cold where she was
I was in shirt sleeves
I wanted to dance
She was loving me with her voice
The birds danced in the hedges
The poems were flowing
But not yet this set
She was saying later
That morning her feet moved
She danced sitting down
She was singing a song
I love you it said
One hundred roses
One hundred ways
The days are long since then
The roses still red and
The songs still heard
As she sings them steady
In my ear close by


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 274

Dear Readers,


When

She says hi, at the door
She touches my face
She says my name
She smiles at me
She says I love you
She slowly dances
She hums a tune
She sings a song
She listens to the radio
She looks at me
She touches her hair
She puts her glasses on
She says goodnight
She falls asleep
She dreams of me
She touches my hand
She holds my arm
She calls my name
She says hello
She giggles
She laughs
She walks in the dew
She kisses me


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 273

Dear Readers,


Pillow Talk

Our pillow is big
Was just hers once
Then she and I
Now the pillow talks
To her
About me
When I lay my head down
Telling Pillow
How she danced
What she wore
When she sang
Where she walked
Pillow likes the news
Pillow tells me
Things she says
When she dreams of
Dancing
Walking
Singing
Then pillow falls asleep
When we leave
To go walking
To go dancing
While she
Sings


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 272

Dear Readers,


The Moonlight

Kissing her on a porch swing
Kissing her in the shower
Or rain storm too
Kissing her goodnight
Every night
Kissing her neck as
She kisses my ear
Moonlight but not star light
As she out shines the stars
Fills my sky line
Breaks my dawn with her smile
Sings my song on her lips
There in the covered shade
There hand in hand
There she is bright and fair
Always and forever
Long held hands
My lips kiss her left hand
Her lips kiss my right hand
Things seem light and we float
Drifting off in a summer song
Kissing on a porch swing

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 271

Dear Readers,


Soon The Moon


Soon I will be able to dance with her
In the moon light or shadow
In my arms she swings to and fro
She giggles at the moon glow
She smiles at the wind flowing
Through her hair
Soft flower smell in the air
Soon her face lit
As she bends to kiss me
Soon the moon will pass
Under the tree line
And off to slumber we go
The bed in netting
Under the stars outside
Under the open air
Mist and fog drift into
The canopy area
Drips of dew shine
In star light


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Poem for her 261

Dear Readers,



Fingers Laced


Sitting there across from each other
Standing watching the rain off the porch
Sitting on a porch swing
Sitting on a couch just thinking

Days when the only thing we want to do
...Is fingers laced and the world go by

At nap time and lace fingers of hand
...so that we sleep that way for the time

Standing at the shop looking at something
Walking in the pathways of wherever

Merging skin to be inside her hands
Never knowing where I start or end
The thought is from the experience
That once I touch her I am her
Sliding hands into the edges of
Where my soul is already

Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 260

Dear Readers,



90 million years,


Was the time long ago
That he dreamed of her
Standing there
Holding out her hand
The misty mind
In distant Chimes
Stretched a long way off
But she was there
Smile glowing
Language only they knew
She had dreams too
They were just as old
They both held on
The days flashed
And the days crashed
They wore on and on
The millions of years
Passed and slow
Felt that nothing was
Going to be
Then
One kiss
Brought it all flooding back
The frame froze
The parking lot cold
Snow on the edges
She got that kiss
Left hand
The dream seeped back
The days now
Long and etched
With need to be
Closer
Yet it still seems
Dreamy this Tea
Soft and warm
Flows into her cup
He rubs her hands
Laces fingers
The hands merge
The years
Thin
One Long Kiss


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 259

Dear Readers,



Mint Tea


The cup was in her hand
As cups go this was a large one
The cup was bought years ago
In a city they had gone often
It was part of a set
Their set of dishes
Today as often happened
It was filled with Mint Tea
Her shoulders were sore
He was rubbing them
Telling her about something
Or as often was the case
Whispering some sweet story
Of how the flowers talked
About them as they passed
In the long walks
They took places
Flowers do a lot of talking
The Bees buzz and the flowers
Chatter about
Lovers walking among them



Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 258

Dear Readers,



Thoughts on a Tuesday

She is sitting in a chair facing me
Hands in her hair telling me to stare
As she tells me the story of
How she is going to share
That big bowl of sliced strawberries

She is sitting at a table
Her ankles up on my knees
My hands on them as I look at
Her sitting across from me
The game is not played as we sit

She is sitting on the porch swing
She is thinking of the things
She said to me this morning
We could tell you what they were
But we are going to let you guess

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 257

Dear Readers,


The need to ask.


How are you today.
What is for dinner.
How was the soup.
What color should I wear.
When is the play starting.
How are my nails.
Softly spoken in a breathless whisper.
Sunshine flashes in from curtain drawn.
Suddenly the smiles bounce off the camera lens.
The questions of eyes glinting in brightness.
How are you after that third cup.
What was the day like today.
Bring me that scrap book page let's look.
Things that are thought between souls.
Subtle banter felt on skin surface soft.
Songs heard and lyrics needed.
Days like rain drops from clouds.
Long into the pathways walked by us.
The need to ask.
As the hour draws near.
This cup of tea for You Babe.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 256

Dear Readers,


First Touch


The door opened from the porch
Her first thought was
Oh my is it cool in here
Then it was
Oh my
He left flowers
As the scent assailed her
The smell of the daisies
The sweet scent
Then the smell of mint
Soft and subtle in the background
There was the tinkle of china
The steps
The sound of his voice
The need to ask



Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 255

Dear Readers,


Fingers touching


As we walk the halls of a museum
She has a sketch book handy
We make notes about the things we see
Things we'd like to have in the yard
Things that would look good in art
The walks in the parks of statues long
The hands held as we want to skip
Fingers touching over a hot cup of mint tea
Fingers twined as we dance in dew
The morning fresh out the back yard
Her hands and mine fit so well together
We sit at the bench in a gallery
Fingers touching walking up stairs
We see the sights and hear the sounds
Of downtown life by a river or two
We share that hot mint tea and smile
We let the night breezes flow
Fingers touching as we grow younger


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 254

Dear Readers,


Her

She sits there at the kitchen table
Phone in hand and smiles to me
Her laugh is filled with meaning
Her thoughts she says are many
Words not being able to catch the depth
Of what she is thinking
Her face is in her hands
And glee is on her lips
She is my babe, my muse, my soul
Her face is full of laughter
Her voice on the phone sure
Talking to someone there and
Me sitting here writing about it all
She is sitting there at the kitchen table
The birds outside know her too
She feeds them in the morning dew
She feeds me with her smile and self
Aware that food is near but for me
I have only to look at her and be fed
Her laughter as we sit is dear
Her ankles in my hands
As I make her feet comfortable
For the next long walk
Her smile is all I need
Her smile is all I need


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 253

Dear Readers,


Her Smile

She sits there in a green shirt
It is ours it fits me for the day
It fits her whenever she wants it too
She is sitting at the table face smiling
She is laughing at my comment
The moment is captured on video
Days like this I want to hold
In all my years capture her smile
See her as she swings on the porch
See her look at the old houses
See her as she smiles at the flowers
In the garden we just walked into
The smile she has when she sees me
The smile she has when the moon rises
The smile she has when I draw her face
Into my cupped hand and stare at her
Her smile in the many years ahead

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 252

Dear Readers,



Looking at Architecture


As I am fond of doing so is she
We like to look at neat looking houses
Or gardens that have the paths
Places that draw in an eye and say
Come visit me, walk my halls
See the view from my window ledge
Cookie cutter houses all over but the ones
That the Architect took time on
Those are where we tend to walk
House tours of the old places and the new
Sunday and Saturday sometimes only one
Days that might be off the round
Styles might be different some just a look
Others that are favorites photos in scrapbook
We liked to do this since we were kids
Now as a pair we do it often and more
When we are in town that is
When off in the wilds we see other things
Like rock formations and moss gardens
Drawing the plants to the task of wonder
She is smiling as she sits there reading
The guide of a walking tour
Wonder what she will see the next time we go
Knock on the next door to get a look see
At plans of the floors compared to outside curve


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 251

Dear Readers,


Porch swings in Red,


She sits there looking out to the yard
The porch swing is the first she has sat on
In the travels to this state
We wanted to pick a good setting
To take pictures of her hands
The nails in a new shade
The Red is of her shirt and the nails
Some shade that matches a flower in the garden
She asked me one day what should she wear
And I said red
And then again she asked me
For a new place the new photo shoot
And I said Red
So she is reading this in the days ahead
To remind her
She heard Red
And the photo in the scrap book is labeled
Her in red and on porch swing


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.