Poem for her 514

Dear Readers,


That Blue

The pants you wore when you got home today
They could have been another color you say
Though I did pick the color blue out
Your thoughts were already leaning that way

The color of the sky today
The color of your eyes
The color of that flower
The color of the car we passed

Blue is a spring day and then the sky
Rolled up in a bottle of polish
The color of paint you want the room
The table clothe we bought
For the porch card table

The color of the bag your Merlot
And the dark chocolate
And the other raisins came in
Just not the blue of the sky

The subtle taste of your fingernails
The flow of the fine hairs of arm
The kiss of my lips down your back
They all make you smile and hum
The soft kiss of your lips
As I finish reading you this

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 513

Dear Readers,


Dear Reader,


Yes, You girl
The one that inspires me with your look
With the things you say
That time on the phone when
That other time in an email when
Those times when
The when is a long bit of events
They are varied and many
They soak into me like
The sweet somethings
The sweet nothings I send
Soak into you and drift close
They tell each of us
I love you
As they soak into us
Like my hand on yours
Soaking into being one
Yes, you babe
The reader that kept me writing
I hadn't written down much
Then you said
I love what you say
I like reading it
I want you to continue
So I have
So here you are
Soaking in the shower as I write to you
About water drops

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 512

Dear Readers,


Summer Cabin

The trees shade the front porch when the sun is just so
The Porch swing can be heard to rattle a bit in the breeze
We want to go outside but the sun is just to hot out
The summer is here and we are painting inside the cool
We will go out when the sun shines just a bit less
When the Painting is dry and the nail done just so
The nail polish is one she picked out it was a new color
At least it looked new, now as it dries it seems like blue
That one she picked a few years ago, we are checking photos
The scrapbook has a lot of them in there, but which date
Was it in the years before the cabin or after the woods
So many pictures so many colors, just the scope of them
Hand painted by me or others, just there on the toes
The photo shows the blue of this bottle and where
The smile is the summer sun will make them shine different
The years and the picks can vary it seems over brands and days
The years span through scrapbook pages and gloss photos
Lines of notes and art work and poems on napkins
There spread out over another summer in the cabin
Kissed by the Awesome babe here reading the lines of color


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 511

Dear Readers,


Driving in the rain

Stop if you have to
Think seriously do we have to go
If we do, let us take it slow
If we don't Thank God we get to stay in
Oh yeah Thank God if we have to go too
There is that thanking God for whatever
There that trip has to be
Then we get the rain gear
The picnic basket gets raided
The stuff to keep us warm
There in the back of the car or van
There is the kisses at the door
The sprint to the car
The ugh we made it
Just a bit soaked
The prayer before we even move
There is the kiss and the slow
Slow getting going
The day hopefully is short
While out in the rain
I hope you know
I would drive easy
Or ride easy
With you there
With you there always
Steady state of you


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 510

Dear Readers,


Beep Beep

That sound again
I don't know why
Phone calls recently had it
Not sure why
The calls out
And at times during
The beep beep
The call inside
The phone goes
Beep Beep
The reasons why unknown
The most recent set
The call To her
The telling
The saying
The loving
The informing
I love you babe
The message was
The long words many
The flow sure
The telling intense
The reason Her
Only her
Always her
She is the reason
She The poems
She the awesome babe that sees
The saying

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 509

Dear Readers,


There too(2)


Those hands on hips the arms soft
The hairs on them tasty but I don't lick
Though I want to sooth them lightly
I know it's life that slightly hits
The things I can't impact but do
I think of morning Dew
Of thing to do
The thoughts stream fast
I want to shelter her
From the storms
The things of life
As well I can
But the teams of others
That I can't move
I think fast and offer all
I move slowly just her
My only focus
There is a way
Focus on her
Always my choice
Only her
The subject of my reason
Her
The reason for my being
Her
The soul of my soul
Her
I am always focused on her
I hold her
Comfort her
With her
Love Her

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 508

Dear Readers,


There

There she stands hands on hips
The look is not toward me
Thank God
The pose is there nonetheless
And all I want to do is comfort her
Stress is odd when not in me
I know how to handle it in me
I think of her
I see her looking at me and calm
I see her smile in her eyes and calm
I feel her touch
I feel her soul
I see her her as my steady source
I feel her ouch
But this was her at stress
Now the table's turned
Sooth her with a touch
Tell her the love she is
The sooth she is
The soul of my soul
The soft touch of skin ever near
The softness of breath
The nearness of peace
There so near
There

Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.

Poem for her 507

Dear Readers,


Blu(e) Day


You wrote it in the scrapbook
I said hey I'll make that a Title
The Shirt that you wore was blue
The jeans too, and the sparkles of your eyes
Blue and blue and beauty was there name
The sky was blue above the clouds of rain
But the rain held off for the drive
The rain arrived later down the road
The thoughts all day of you
Blue of shirt and eyes bright
There in the sunlight curtain open
There standing on the cart
Hanging on and I tore tape off the ceiling
There your blue eyes on film and hot
Hot to my sight, smooth and cool too
Blue not of emotions but true blue too
Blue of day and though a bit sad
We have soul of my soul held tight
The blue and the red and the skin tight
The taste of salt and vinegar
The sweet taste of you in my hands

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 506

Dear Readers,


The clock reads


Those numbers again
They say things
They just do
They say
How are you babe
Let me count the ways
111 the Lord loves you
222 and me too
333 and again I love you
444 and I wrote a poem with that number
555 well toast this number we should
Oh and after 55 is 56 and then
57 and 58 and 59
So I am not sure which is the ones you see
But they all remind me of you
That number of kisses to have
When we see the clock read 52 we cheer
Be of good cheer the time is here
Let's give our hands a hold
Let's dance a step in the dew
Let's give the other a kiss
Then let us say


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 505

Dear Readers,


The poems

The thoughts of poem lines to tell you
The things I can see or things to be
Or imprints of the fingers you put on my face
The slow scrap book pages laid out over time
The pictures with words written and spoken
The thoughts of belt loops and things
The kisses many as the days stream by
The poems you get late at night spoken
Heard that once and memory of dreamy
The images of the days and years slow held
The thoughts of poems for her run the span
The days that you wrote me long letters
The days we talked hours and only felt seconds
The rug on the cabin floor we picked out
The table clothe green I wrote about
The day the walk in parking lot by rails
The time you sat on our porch swing at dawn
The tip of your finger on my back
The I love yous all the days we know
The edges of the sunshine behind dawn's curtains
The game we play extended out over edges
The cards flow left hand right hand
Numbers of forks 2, number of plates one
The lines I want to write numbered many

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 504

Dear Readers,


Face in hands


The camera has your face in your hands
The song playing in the background
You swaying to the music eyes closed
The light down low and face there soft
The camera runs and just you and music
You say something and hand stays posed
The yearning I have when I film so
The yearning I have when I see it as I
Type these lines but without the camera near
The face in hands close to me here
In my mind's eye as I hold you close
The memory of the touch refreshed slow
Steady flow of the days going by as we age
The eggs served on your plate a reminder
The noodles in the bowl a thought verse
The whole universe swirls around you
In the frame of pictured face in hands
Yours and mine holding you close held
Kiss the page babe, imprinted me forever

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 503

Dear Readers,


Those

Those days of all the looking at you
Those days that the second we touch
...You bounce up on your toes and
...You want to snuggle into me
Those days the ping of a text or
...The ping when a voicemail arrives
...Or the thought of you singing
Those days when the memory of a photo
...Streams close to my fingers and
...A poem springs up to say words many
...about all the years of knowing you
Those days when I can't get enough
...of looking at your eyes and face
...of touching your hands and arms
...of saying I love you
Those days when the hours of the day
...aren't long enough and we talk
...them all gone in like minutes it seems
Those days when all you want is one
...long restful break with me close
...letting the stress drain away
...Restive sleep in my arms
Those days when all the time
...is spent holding hands
...dancing to the groove of the record
...hearing the songs you like to sing
...kissing the seconds all night long


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 502

Dear Readers,


Burr it's cold outside

You said burr when you looked up at our window
The chill outside offset by the room's warmth
Your skin hot with that warmth inside as you sleep
That heat that makes the sheets go scattered
The skin soft under my fingers but warm too
The kiss put in our scrapbook stamped imprint
The other page the shadow of your lips on me
The pages with slow soft writing saying
Long private thoughts in pillows of light ink
Burr it's cold outside the winter chill still
The spring days seem only barely here slipping in
The sound of you breathing so close to my ear
The joy of you always soul of my soul
Kiss the nape of your neck fresh coffee on my lips
Warm toast and our favorite breakfast dish
Curled up with you in my arms cuddled
All night long till the first stretch of morning
The lips you touch tell you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 501

Dear Readers,


Red Stripes

Yes red seems that color that just has that look
On you it seems to take a life all it's own
The stripes the little two X and Two X there
The camera took a long look at them today
Noticed them that first day only when
There in the seat of the van I look and see
Them there on a new first gazed at them fresh
Yes the years have gone by and the poems too
The kisses from the lips the same soft touch
The ages of brand spanking new as doorway you pass
The brightness of the sun when we look out
The newness of the sky fresh after a shower
The soft touch all morning long oh so sweet
The fresh coffee smell and the eggs too
There you are back again at the notebook
The drawings many and sweet ink on paper
Look they have smiles and depth in the photo
The time says the line we both use

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 500

Dear Readers,



Red Too

The white sweater
Lace at the shoulder
The white and black stripes
The shirt just so with lace
The face tired and sleepy
The day almost done
The hands in the photo
The video plays
Our words say
Tired sounds
We repeat the lines
Then the waves
The arm held
Soft skin and hands
Rough from travel
Soft kiss
The grilled cheese yummy
The tea hot
The taste of it on your lips
Soft kiss
Hug till bedtime
Long kiss
Cuddle till morning


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 499

Dear Readers,


Red


Read you a poem yesterday
Thought I saw you sigh
Then the slow twist of belt loops
Pulled you close to me
The sigh was extended
The black on black checked
The soft skin too
The kiss at nape of neck
The sweet taste of fig
The sound of the knock
Door opened
Kiss
Kiss with that bounce
The bounce you do
When you first see me
Want to spring close
The kiss that lasts
The red in your shirt
The red we talked about
The reading of one more poem
The sliding of hands
Under the shirt
Warming them
Kiss me again Babe
Kiss me
I read

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 498

Dear Readers,



Snowy roads

The snow covered the spring flowers
The white made your skirt look snowy
Folds of the clothe had clouds in them
The chill at your ankles made you smile
But you really wanted to get in by the fire
So hurry we did from the van to the porch
In the door and in the inner door
The fireplace was still glowing
The fresh logs took seconds to flare
The flames made you warmer there in the skirt
The winter weather hanging on just a bit
I wanted to take a photo but didn't
I just held you close and kissed you slow
Slow to let go but went to get the tea
Hot when the whistle blew seeped in mint
And that extra dash of something chocolate
There by your side I sit letting the firelight
Slip the chill off the air as we rest
A long drive done and now Home again

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 497

Dear Readers,



Showers

Standing there watching the rain fall
Warm and soon to be soapy you in the stream
The shower in the cabin mimics the one out front
The warmth here different as if it's cold outside
It will be warm in here and steady
The sound of the joy at the waves of rain
The steady flow of sprinkles on your back
The rub of the warm drops down down
The sides of you standing here
Glad to have designed it so well
That two of us can stand in the flow
Of warm water down down down
Falling from the top of the wall edge
Shower inside better than waiting for the clouds
Soft warm towels as we each step out into
The warm dry room to see the window
That has a dry outside no cloud in sight

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 496

Dear Readers,


That afternoon

The clouds were full of snow
The road into town steep
The place new to me
The face as well
The hands too
The car was almost grey
The sky brightened
There you were
Go see you
See the blonde hair
The glasses off
The eyes bright
The face
The kiss
The little hand shiver
Was it cold
Was it snowing
I don't know
I was warmed
By you


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 495

Dear Readers,


Pickles and chicken and crackers


Those flavors not easy to explain
But you know the style and the taste
As you tell me the smile on your face
Says that we will have to see if this
Is the recipe that can be repeated
But if not then we will get the camera
Out and take that picture of you
Oh wait, let us take your picture anyway
Let us not need a special occasion
Just any day you are near the camera lens
And me here with a fast click of shutter
The recipes that happen are there
The face that tastes them yours
The pictures in the scrap book full
Of recipes tried and prepared
The ones with ear marks oft repeated
They fill the air with soft kisses too


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 494

Dear Readers,


Cuddles on a swing


The summer rains are arriving early
The dusk later and later april turns to may
The warm cuddles cooled with a mint on ice
The swing drifts in the late evening breeze
The night sweeping in as the stars come out
The day drifts by one more round
Your hands in mine and we talk just a bit
The day's events sliding past us
As your head tends to rest on my shoulder
We drift asleep just as the moon rises
The night birds wake us as we need to move
Inside to the cabin's comfy bed
To cuddle the night away
Kissing the dawn closer and closer
Till morning coffee is only a thought
As the rains wander off and the night just us


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 493

Dear Readers,



Summer snow


The snow is just melting and a heat wave is here
The winter clothes barely have time to shed
The weather has been odd this year like really odd
The days even but the weather odd like math odd
The nights filled with cuddles though are nice
The music on the stereo soothing and hot tea
Good all year long kissed with a mint julep
Eggs and bacon on some french toast in the morning
Then that long nap while thinking about the picnic
The snows gone for another year or just the week
Time to shop for a summer dress and sun shades
Or no shopping just hanging around the ice cooler
Looking at the chocolate while it sits chilling
There is the summer colors on the nails
And then the soft notes in the scrapbook
While walking along the creeks flowing again
No more summer snow till the winter leaves
Flowers in hand and drawings bare your hand prints


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 492

Dear Readers,


Snow day

Straighten and tuck the edges of the shirt
The day says weather of snow and rain ucky
Just give her sunshine and a few clouds
The winter is getting a bit much it's almost june
Okay not yet june but soon it will be may
The snow days are still here and the sun not
Sun shine for my babe we ask so spring leads on
The summer sun might be a little chilled still
The sweater is still part of the clothes setup
The hanger just the on the hook it held a wet T
The day we washed the car it was summer bright
And hot out then the snows came a day away
The fireplace is asking when it will rest
The snow shovel too wants to be put up
The spring flowers look about for a spring day
Look out yonder west the sun is shining and
Waiting to kiss your lips once again
I lean over and hand you a Hot mint tea
And ask for this last snowfall dance


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 491

Dear Readers,


Spring Freezes


Burr the flowers say as the frost hits them
The bunnies burrow back in dens and get a coat
The sweaters don't get put up just yet
We want full spring to be here but cold lingers
The cuddles last longer in the morning
Both of us not wanting to get out of the warmth
The nights we build a fire a bit deep and full
It lasts most of the night to be warm still at dawn
Dances slow in the night as we drift toward the fire
The soft glow of the fire the only light
The soft sounds of the crackle and the music
The slow dancing we do to our own beat
Glow the steps we take in the hour before bed
Then the long snuggles till the night sounds make
The dreams of summer sunshine waiting
Just around the frosted corner year
Want to cuddle the night through the summer
Let's just hibernate till then and sleep a while


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 490

Dear Readers,


Those fridays


When the rain just won't stop
And the picnic is inside
The day is light colored grey
The sky no stars shine that night
The weather has us both down
The cozy sire keeps us dry
The cozy covers keep us warm
The smell of bacon fresh
The small bags of mint warm
The cup filled with hot tea
The cards shuffled and ready
The kisses long and soft
The cards never much get moved
The sheets turned back
The pillows fluffed
The day wears on outside cloudy
Inside the air filled with
You and me
Kissing
Kissing
Kissing

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 489

Dear Readers,



The long spring drive


The year we got in the car and drove to the beach
The beach in the west coast way out west
We live in the woods out toward the east
So this drive was a long one and in spring
So also in the areas it was winter still
The car packed with gear and the maps and picnic basket
The days were a bit of driving a bit of stopping
A bit of picnic and lots of vacation
The nights were stops in places many some friends
Some hotels, motels and one a cabin in a park
The vacation took us almost a month
There and back again but it wasn't really long
Just a slice of our time on the vacation side
The beach was nice though and it had a sunset
Bright then colors and then and then things
The night and days had kisses and hugs and


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 488

Dear Readers,



Smoky Hot

That fire and the grilling meat on it
You
The fireplace after popping popcorn
You
Those smoked fish fritters and salad dressing
You
That day in the summer sun and the heat
You
The trip through the arizona back roads
You
The taste of the warm oyster stew
You

You in that dress with flaming reds and
You
You in that red shirt and white skirt
You
You when I first see you after the doorway
You
You when we dance and kiss
You

You
You
You
You
You

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 487

Dear Readers,


Message in a bottle in the Internet Ocean


The massage lasted about 3 hours it was complex
The teaching sections of relaxation and calming
The sing a long song almost done when we got up
The lotion bottle had gotten lost under the bed
So we had to get down there and find it
Lo and behold there was a bottle under the bed
There was a note rolled up in it too and we read

"dear readers,

There was this girl
Prefect and new
Slightly younger than I
Who liked to look me in my eye
That had this smile
That had this dance
That when home arrives
Off the shoes go
flippid flip
That kiss
sweet

Then the rest of the note was water logged
And gone

I looked at you and smiled

Do you think you'll like it?
I know the end to that one
It goes like this

Kiss
Kiss
Kiss

mmmmmmmmmmmm


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 486

Dear Readers,



Summer and winter and you

The weather was odd that 2nd year
The winter hung on longer than lichen
The likes of which we were just seeing
The summer was here one day then gone
The cold snap in and out of the place
Then the day you got that chocolate raisin
Then the weather was odd still but
The kisses lasted a bit longer than
The dancing and the hugging and
The shirt you wore that day was great
The winter sun peeking out and the
Flowers telling you hey babe
The cards on the table said Hey babe
And I said

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 485

Dear Readers,


I feel like blah

She said over the phone that day
I told her a few lines of a poem
And that when she got back we'd
Make her a pile of her favorites
The cups of herbal teas and we'd
Take time to massage her feet
Though I am always massaging her
Feet and ankles and such she was
Away from my hands for a while
And the food where was didn't
Fit well into her stresses
The time away from each other
Those days when only a phone
Called all night long zips
The many miles closer for
A time

Time to get her a hot Cup of tea
Take the bags from her car
And power up the hot long shower
Those warm sheets and Pillow
Ready to comfort her soon
Lay her out some fresh fruit
And that music she likes
Then a long long long night
Lots of Tender Loving Care


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.