Poem for her 547

Dear Readers,


You

I love you
I love you twice
I love you twice as
I love you twice as much
I love you twice as much as I
I love you twice as much as I did
I love you twice as much as I did yesterday

I love you
Soul of my Soul

I love you
As long as there is heaven above

I love you
And ALL the Bits and Iotas that make you up

I love you
Always and Forever

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 546

Dear Readers,


The car trip


There I was in a windstar driving down a road
I'd never been there before, I had seen a map
I wasn't only going there once but many times
I had been down the roads on the map a lot
This time it was the actual deal the real road
There was this picture in my head A face young
Aged though much older and I didn't fully know
The rim of glasses and shape of them but the face
There was a face I had seen real young and smiling
Those eyes bright and slate blue a bit fully open
The glasses just taken off the blinders to me gone
The face is there in memory and in pictures
Round my head goes the images and thoughts
When the trip was going on, the right before edges
The time leading up to when the face would be
The plan a knock on door not happened changed
The happening a much better light on the sight
The light from above, way up in heaven guiding
The light those eyes have that when I look
They have this shine of wonder, pondering gaze
They make every trip to see them again a must
I must see them again and again hold them close
Kiss the lips below them, each time the first


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 545

Dear Readers,


Good Morning

Hi there Babe,
Let's get you some hot coffee
And I know you like the Custard Donut
Here have the bowl of blueberries
We have more out on the bush
I know still a bit early
I'll get the towels
We'll wake up right
Nice hot shower
Long
I'll get the new shampoo

She smiles as she is guided
Silent because she is reading
These lines
And you all are too
She'd be saying things
More by her sighs and looks
Maybe the soft whispers
She is not a slow starter
She is very aware
And awake
Warm

The Shower takes a while
Hair drier going a while
The smell of hot coffee
Still fresh on the air
In the cabin
In the house
In the places we are
Never far off
Over there
By the
Light of dawn

Happy Birthday babe,

Charles.

Poems for her 544

Dear Readers,


The slices of light

The elevator you in white
The snow on the car bumper
The sigh your lips made
The sequins up close to feel
Your hair falling forward over eyes
The first pull on the belt loops
The poem that started electricity
The after midnight song you sang
The voicemail of you singing
You saying This color is bold for me
You in the green shirt
The touch of your arm
The first taste of .. togetherness
The cat pushing into me with a bounce
The response I got from a poem here
The first time I heard your voice
The first sight of you
The click of a camera shutter
To many to count and lots more to type
The slices of you in my life
Manifold and now a must have more of

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 543

Dear Readers,


She is


You are the one I see when I turn my computer on
You are the one I see when my phone goes bing
Even if the bing wasn't you, It was you I saw
She is perfect when she walks through the door
The doors aren't all seen, they can be a turn away
The portals just there in the middle of space
Each passing through makes the turn of space You
The color of the cloth on your skin softly tasty
Due to it touching you and having you soak in
Sweet nothings floating about you say I love you
They fly about like dust motes and have wings
You have drawn them and I have too, the scrap book
Pages of them and the words too, lines of things
There for later to show How we love each other
You are softly being pulled toward me by belt loop
And if those aren't handy then the hands find you
Pull you close and have you spring up to meet me
The bounce your feet make when we greet each other
The time it takes to read these lines again slow
The feel of you in the world is a warm glow


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 542

Dear Readers,


17:17

The phone said the call lasted
The phone call was to you babe
The girl perfect in the mirror
Walking through the elevator
Standing in the parking lot
Standing with black on
Sitting with a hand of cards
Sitting nestled so close to me
Tasting that first egg with me
That meal on wheels and then some
Those hours on the phone as we nap
Those bits of days crafting things
The notes in a blue book many
The girl that is my dreams
The blonde tabby curled on me
Numbers on a clock full of you
Thoughts many and for you only
Lines of poems unwritten still
Kissing the night away till more


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 541

Dear Readers,


There is this girl

You know her well
There in the mirror
She looks out from her curls
She sees me standing there
I smile and wave
Then the camera pans
The focus pauses
The curls wave in a breeze
The hot air blowing
The bathroom steamy
The girl smiles
I smile back at her
She looks at my camera
And waves bye bye
The camera sounds off
The girl smiles
We kiss
The wavy hair damp
The bathroom still steamy
Just now empty
Over here on the swing
There looking at the window
There looking at the window

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 540

Dear Readers,


Looking out a window

There you are in a little nest
The cushions around the edges
The feet swaying the swing
The cushions hand painted
The shirt you are wearing tied
Those dyes we had once
Those paints we used colorful
There you are in a little nest
The birds would see you and say
I love you babe
I love you blonde tabby
I love you tie dyed shirt girl
They'd be passing my notes
They'd be reading my poems
They'd be singing our songs


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 539

Dear Readers,


The Drive


That day we went on the drive
You showed me the sights of town
Then the drive ended and time passed
The car ride was on a road I knew
The sights places I knew
The next trip was places we didn't know
There were trees and rocks and things
Creeks and bends and sky and stars
There were things near and far
Though the days were the same
You and me
The places over there yonder far
The sights over here close
We went a lot of miles
These things we'd call
The drive
The trips down this lane and that
The places where a park bench sat
Places to hold your hand
Places to get a kiss
Places to cuddle on a swing

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 538

Dear Readers,


Raining day

The fog was so thick we couldn't see the trees
They were just beyond the kitchen window
When we went out to feed the birds we felt it
Thick and heavy on our skin, You were glad
We could stay home today and not have to drive
The city house was in a fog bank and clouds
We knew up the hills the cabin was also in clouds
Then the rumble of rain heavy sounds we hurried
The rain started as we got to the gate
The drops into the fog hardly mattered we were wet
The rain lasted for a while the puddles deepened
The rain of these heating showers this year odd
Welcome as not a drought but a bit more damp
The veggie garden was looking for dry land
The birds sat on branches with wet feathers
I handed you a towel for the water on your face
The day was another great time to take a nap
So we did.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 537

Dear Readers,



Afternoon Nap

The pillows are there, your side thick
My side that one buckwheat hull pile
The covers are thin sheets not heavy
The summer is for light cool not hot
The clock isn't set even if we have a trip
The snuggles are skin to skin if we can
The sheets brisk and cool at first
The air dark without much light but cool
The subject of chatting light dozy
We like to nap in the mid afternoon
A few hours after the chores of morning
The dance of evening drift in our dreams
The soft touches of shoulder and arm
The gentle sounds of us sleeping slow
The day settled down and curtains shut
The phones turned off just us asleep
Soft kisses to wake and long stretches
Soft kisses to wake and sweetness fresh

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 536

Dear Readers,


Kiss

The car door opened and you sat down
I leaned in and gave you a kiss

The door opened in the cabin
And you walked in
I kissed you at the threshold

I didn't have mistletoe in my hand
But when you passed the archway
I kissed you

The pathway had a fork in it we paused
The short walk was to the left
The long way was to the right
We flipped a coin
As it landed I kissed you

The morning starts
With a kiss

The evening ends
With a kiss

The clock hand moves
With a Kiss

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 535

Dear Readers,


Sunday Dinner


That Meal that might be a single pot
But might be 20 courses yet only us
The day that is slower than the rest
The clouds might be in full bloom
The sun could be high in the sky
The walks in the park long and slow
The dinner waiting or a picnic spread
There is as many ways this meal could be
As there are sundays on our charts
The one steadfast event is You and me
There in a warm room or cool place
With food out spread and a meal ready
The various ways not limited by these lines
Just that you and me babe have a meal
On a sunday time scale and then
The rest of the week together
That has you walking in the dew once
And has a picture of your hands on film

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 534

Dear Readers,



The kiss

The dawn kissed the sky with yellows and golds
The stars were just fading off to the west
The soft lips of the night before warmed you
They slid down your shoulder bare lightly
The covers just slowing them slightly
The slow ebb of breath caught as you wake
The turn of shoulder under their touch
The face of morning still asleep and calm
The kissing goes on and on the wakefulness aware
Stirring the colors of the dawn to a glow
The sheets still cover us but our lips aware
That morning has arrived and we kiss long


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 533

Dear Readers,


The day

That game you had to play to get points
The over and over and over again then
You wake and it was just a bad dream
You got a fresh mug of hot coffee
And the eggs on buttered toast and a kiss
The dream of the other thing fading fast
The day was about to be over with
When the rain started again and we smiled
Hey we are inside and not out there
I give you a long kiss hand you a pen
Move the notebook closer to you with a smile
The days of those old games of point and click
Gone off to the other side of the clock
They are still memories but softly forgot
Soothing fingers on the knee that smells of mint
The ankle that had a drop of honey licked off it
The night star party set for one without rain
The evening chilled with a glass of wine
Take another look at the scrap book and kiss me

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 532

Dear Readers,


Spring moon Summer sun


Every time the sun comes up and the birds start
The thoughts run toward the day ahead where to go
The ideas run deep and it's hard to sleep
The wishing for one more day of vacation
The looking out the windows and seeing the mist
The fog of the morning slowly drifting off
There on the table the outline of plans
There on the table the green clothe of vacation
Then the memory seems to soak in about the dreams
Were they really there, was this the cabin today
Roll over touch my hand tell me morning and then
See the vacation as it really is, not just a dream
But not really a vacation but a layer of reality
No job to go into today, just some plans in the yard
Just a trip to town for seeds and plants to plant
The easy days are real the dreams were of before
When you had to go hither and yon, now stay home
No need to rat race run, just a long vacation day
Things to do and places to go, but in the slow way
No busy thoughts of making time deadlines
Ease out of bed and pad to kitchen for hot coffee
Kiss each other and slow the day back down


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 531

Dear Readers,


Day of vacation


We wanted a whole week
We wanted a whole year
We wanted a whole lifetime
The phone rang, the lady picked it up
Then we said, we can't come in till
Then the day of short vacation started
Oh the ease of mind
No getting back out in the crud
That state of bad weather
Ucky rain and misty and dim
Then the sweet sound of the voice
The nice feelings of togetherness
For a while till we had to really go
Over there and to the other places
Get out in the rain, or the hot hot
Here have a hot meal and some drink
The day is almost over with
Just twenty more hours
The day of vacation a short respite
Then the time a vacation will last
A year in a heart beat held long
The kiss of your lips on mine
When we say nothing but kissey kissey
All year long

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 530

Dear Readers,


Washing Rains

The car was green with pollen stains
The flower buds many and even twigs
The rush of the early summer storms
Flying the washing rains that didn't wash
The very big need you have to clean
The flower's pollen and green off your car
I like the moss growing on the rocks
At times thought Hey could it cover a car
But that thought gets you looking at me
So I hand you the big sponge and bucket
And get my big sponge and bucket
And down to the yard area we go
The good soap that harms nothing
But helps wash off the grim
Then water from the pump and hose
Then we get a bit damp and play
But wash and wear and ware and dare
I love the hair we both have tied back
Mine still longer than yours
The rains we might get tomorrow
Will splash a clean car

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 529

Dear Readers,


Sweet candy kisses

The basket was full of treats
Some labeled for my diet some not
The candy theme was part of a story
I had been working on and you smiled
You'd heard me tell it time and again
The story of the candy king
The boy king in a world of sugar
There was that favorite flavor you liked

That sweet one over there in foil
There was the ones I liked in wax paper
The touch of mint scent
I thought of that bit of chocolate
Once used as an art thought
And how it tasted on your skin

The sweet kisses that day long
Today the same sweet kisses
They aren't the candy part
But they are the candy part
They are the mixed item
Chocolate and You filling me up
The candy on the chair


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 528

Dear Readers,


Poem slices

The apples were just starting to be ripe
The fruits on the table gathered from the yard
The city house was full of the smells
The season was just getting to slow
Fall just around the corner
You stood there looking at the table
I watched you with older eyes
Than once they were, glasses worn
To see you standing there
I watched you count the fruits
The table filled with love
The joys of gardening and HOME
The cabin in the woods waiting
We'd go back there today
There was harvest there too
The trip would be a bit longer
Than we'd made in a while
We were making a pit stop
These fruits were for another
Then you sighed a bit
And looked at me
I smiled back
Slid the notebook page to you
You giggled as you read
The little poem sweet
Bouncy bright
Mom's day card home made
You slid your hand in mine
We kissed
We left the room


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 527

Dear Readers,


The green of the belt loops

The green table clothe smiled
The green t-shirt was giggling
The green panties said hello
The green belt loops said Hi back
The pants weren't green
The belt loops were new as the pants
The green of the first three a color

The belt loops wondered why
The pants thought I like her
The man picked the pair up
And said to the lady
I like the styling on these babe

She sighed and giggled and
The slow dance of this and that
The layers on and fitted
The t-shirt giggled more
The table clothe was dancing
The belt loops wondered why

Then the belt loops smiled
They had been made to pull
To be holders of belts
To help the pants along

This time there were fingers
Tugging on them
The thought was sheer joy
The pants felt it too
They both had happy thoughts
They both felt the love flow
There was a dance dipping sway

They heard the sighs of the lady
The voice of the man
There was a bit of sound
Like kissing and things
The kissing sound was long
There in the bright place
The green table clothe laughed
And danced as best it could
The table helped a bit
And they both shifted
The table was happy too

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 526

Dear Readers,


Last day of spring

The heat was a bit much in the full sun
The mower was just cooling off in the shade
The water was hot and the soap in the sponge
The hands that helped you were smiling a lot
So was my face, as you splashed me with water
The last day of the work week but that was tuesday
Today was friday and you had mowed the lawn
You liked to do that, and I made sure you had water
And the soapy sponge and the biggest bath towel
Dinner a light picnic setting full of things
The stars were going to take a while to show
The mental picture of a scrapbook open
Then the sudden smile as you read the lines
The poem I had there something only you see
There is hidden meanings in the words too
Like always the deeper layers filling up
The air between the letters and soothing
The dinner was by the small fire
The air chilled but by the wind not the cold
I rubbed your feet and ankles and calves
I kissed your finger tips the night cozy
The two of us curled in sleep dreaming


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 525

Dear Readers,


Heat Wave

The summer sun was a hot toaster oven
The pizza was cooking outside brick oven
The soup for the next week was also in there
The edge of the week was very near
The skirt you were wearing was sheer
I was full of the busy chef's cheer
And the garden was in vast green
The birds were chilling in the water
Right there in the pond and waterfall
The sun kept the pumps going Solar wise
The last hand of war was repeat repeat
The timer went off and out comes Pizza
The meal was hot and fun and I licked you
Those fingers were feeding me bits
And your tongue licked my fingers too
Feeding each other was a habit
Joy of many a meal and the game of cards
Was in the middle of the peaceful
The HOME of where we were
The Cabin in the woods had the same stuff
We were in the city this week
Heat wave as You are Hot in that Skirt
Yummy for my tummy as I kiss you again

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 524

Dear Readers,


Dear Lord,


There is this lady you told me to say Hi too
Inspired me to notice her flying into frame
The butterfly wings and the blonde hair
The silence, no chatter did she make
The Hi was me saying hey I need to chat
Let us see where this might go and
Days and weeks later and months turned
To years and decades and futures
Things only you know Lord
The thoughts and dreams and ideas
The porch swings yet to see
The places yet to be
But already planned out by your hand
As Jesus mentioned
"You gave them to me before creation"
That one line means so many more things
Than these lines can express
Thank you Lord for that Blonde Tabby
The cat that curls and jumps when she sees me
The licks of fingers when the honey sticks
The caviar thought that drew her in
The notice me that she did, the see my picture
Looked at me so often that I didn't realize
That she loved me more and more as the days went
That you planned things so well
That the road ahead is filled with
Things untold yet
But easy still
As you are the guide and way
The path to swings and dew
Thank you


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 523

Dear Readers,


Sleep in your arms

The year was long and full of dreams
The time spent in your arms asleep
The sun came up one day bright
The birds made chirping noises
The covers moved and I awoke
The single day was turned over
The time only a single night

Those arms of yours wrap me
In a sweet sensation
Bliss and joy and bounce
Your feet springing at me
Your kiss filled with sighs
Your voice sighs as I say

I love you Babe
I love you
I love you

Then the new day rolls by
The things we do and say
The talks about the walks
The texture of the day

Sleep in your arms the heavenly feeling
The touch of skin on skin the deep sigh
The Touch of you a year in a day awake
Softly sleeping all our dreams together


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 522

Dear Readers,


The first really hot day


Well it might be that day I saw you in the parking lot
But that was because you are a Hot babe and I love you
That day was cold and snowy and the wind chilly.

That day you wore the Black under the top and Oh my

That theme repeats a lot we could go on and on here

The first days of summer here down south have arrived
The hot days will be many and long and then there's You

Hottest thing my eyes have set light on and seen
The swirl of your skirt and the flash of ankle
The smile of your face the eyes that light up
That make my heart beat just that much faster
Our hands mingle becoming edges unknown softly

No chill in my day when you are there You warm me so
Feed me when we sit at the table and I feel comfort

The summer sun is hot but not near you babe

Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 521

Dear Readers,


Jammies

The ones you are wearing today I haven't seen yet.
You say to me as you hide behind the wall, yes you have
Oh, I say, and then I smile as I focus the camera
Is that both top and bottom or just one bit, I ask
You giggle and say only the bottoms, new top
The color of the new top was red and it was long
The pictures on the camera were a few with giggles
Then the camera was set aside the music turned up
The dance steps like old ones slow and steady
The top was a nice soft feel of silky smooth
The mixture of top and bottom textures melting
The bottoms soft fleece, the new top silk
The soft skin under it all it's own silky smooth
The dance ended in a long massage of your muscles
The stairs of the day and plantings tampered off
The ease into the slumber on my shoulder intense
The sleeping we did that night wonderful
The plantings outside just as snug in the garden

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 520

Dear Readers,


Rain and whiskey

The bottle as a gift from your son
The rain cast over head clouds just so
The porch swing swaying in the evening
The mellow feel of the cool drink
The feeling that we'd been here before
The looking back through scrapbooks
The seeing the notes about events
The days gone slowly by spring blooms
The roses still holding to petals
The salad in the fridge chilling
The table ready for a meal if needed
The swing back and forth our hands held
The rain isn't seeming to fall today
The whiskey seems to have brighten the sky
The gift and the glasses we made
The day is soft and quiet sounds of spring
The hours seem to slip by as we swing
The hands held and restful on our porch


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 519

Dear Readers,


You

You stand there with a white coat on and I see you
I was just coming back from the other elevator
There you are standing in white and the kiss lasts

You stand there and we chat the day is unknown
The place has changed since then and gone round
The Hugglies given to you then and piles of notepaper

You stand there looking out at a parking lot often
The kids and parents and door swings many an afternoon
The day and the night and the care for your charges

You stand there in the store asking me which cheese
Then we pick some fruits and some crackers counting
The days to eat it all, raspberries and avocado too

You stand there and you sway to the light and music
The camera seeing you in dark outline and we talk
About how to make a breakfast dish we'd never done

The images of all these events stand out and frame
The frame of scrapbook edges and the photos too
The You in all the threads of my life and kissey kissey
Babe You are the slice of heaven in my arms


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 518

Dear Readers,


Stripes


Wear stripes I said
Then the text returned
I picked already

The ask for a rose
Sent to her phone
The petals in a salad

The touch of soft
Skin of hand
In hand on table

The pictures taken
The feelings shared
The thoughts of
The things dreamed

The stare at your face
That slows my pace
That holds me in place
That has my breath
Stepped up to race

I smiled at the thought
Which to pick
Then typed
Wear stripes
Then the reply
The smile was deep
The thoughts complete
I see your face
Looking toward me
And hold you close
The photo and the Rose
The day in spring
The flowers bloom
The love refills
The pool of our days


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 517

Dear Readers,


The Puzzle

The piece was just there on the floor
You picked it up and put it on the table
The curtain was open and the window too
The breeze was a bit stiff just then
And the piece of the puzzle lifted off
Flying just a little bit toward the edge
And flipping to the floor it landed
The puzzle was just getting started
We'd not even gotten the edges done
Then the breeze moved a few more pieces
The look on your face said umm Window
And I moved to close it with a smile
The knowing what you think when you do
Is that special puzzle piece we share
The knowledge that you there is soothing
Words at times are just a look and sigh
The sigh of you takes my breath and gives
Me that big slice of heaven when I see you
Hear you, Touch you, Kiss you, and say

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 516

Dear Readers,


Nap

The day was long and had that summer feel
The day was long and as you took shoes off
The feel of the freedom said one thing
Nap time and you headed to the couch
The couch we picked out from that store
The one we both agreed on as being comfy
We tried it over several days different times
The comfy was still there and as we saved
The couch fit well in the cabin right there
There you were when I brought you tea
The home made nachos and the tray to use
There you were after the meal and resting
Your head on my shoulder and my smile
Was just drifting into sleep today
The nap in the early afternoon summer
The days getting longer and the dew early
The couch and the napping blonde tabby
Curled into my shoulder there in a nap

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 515

Dear Readers,


Lawn and Fan

The air flowed down was cool
The air smelled of green grass
The fan was a medium Towel
I waved in slow Motion
Over you laying there
Slow breeze made you sneeze
Or was it the sheared grass
The puff of which was near
You'd ran the first mow
The way you liked to do
The dew would be on cut blades
The morning after your work
There the shower fresh
The skin and hair drying
The fan was smiling
The fan was thinking
I love you babe
The towel was thinking
Wow I am a fan today
The grass was thinking
Short at last now to grow
The babe was thinking
Nice to be done and dreaming


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.