Poem for her 610

Dear Readers,


Some things I like


Her giggle
Her sigh
The look she makes when..
..I arrive
..The coffee is served
..She drink a new tea
..I pull on her belt loops
..She stands in a check out line
..She sees Graham Crackers and Butter
..that first kiss happens
..she shows me the new colors
Then things she says about my cooking
Her whisper of good night
The sound of her sleeping
The touch of her
The sounds of hello
The laugh at the blue note book
The smile at sunshine
The feel of her belt loops
The notes she sends
The softly said Something
The millions of other things she does
The millions of other things she says
The looks to many to count

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 609

Dear Readers,


Tomato

The plants in the greenhouse we visited
Were way taller than the biggest ones I'd grown
That was an impressive feat in feet
I wanted to get your pictures near them
But you are still shy around the camera
I can get you in photos when I sneak a bit
Or it's not your face in them, so I got your hands
There next to the plants full of yellows and reds
There were a few with your face in them, as I do
I get you giggling and then move the camera
And you demure a bit and let me take them
You are a tough subject to photograph
You shy away and turn your head just so
But the dim light and the steady hand and
A dance step or two and some plant or moss
Those always help take a picture hold it close
Then as the day grew on, we got the fruit
And the picnic was out back in the shade
Nice place these greenhouses, glad we found them
Now to get over to that other place to nap

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 608

Dear Readers,


Cherry Tree


There we sat on the picnic table
The trees not far away
Canada in late summer
The trip had been a bit long
Train ride to the west coast
Then north and over the border
The coffee from the thermos was hot
The crackers were crisp
The pate from the shop in town
The caviar too
There we were older than last year
But having just as much fun
The sky was full of puffy clouds
The T-shirt you had on one we made
The designs leaves from our yard
The hand prints yours
The tug of the wind in your hair
The day was perfect with you there
Fresh cherries from the tree too
With a kiss to you
I say

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 607

Dear Readers,


The long drive,


That week we planned the picnic trip
The week we planned to visit 5 wineries
Well that last one took 3 weeks and a lot of stops
But the picnic basket was with us and pillow too
There was the long trip to the west coast
The one to see yellowstone
The one to see washington apples
The one to just get back home
The drives were like bike rides
To go and to stay home the trip to and fro
The wander lust of going
The need to just stay and watch moss grow
So we did both once
We took the terrarium that had the moss in it
That sat in the back seat belted in
The day we planted it it was warm and humid
But once it snowed while out west
Up in the mountains cool down in the valley hot
There were long drives and times at home
Cuddled everywhere in your hands
Tugging on your belt loops
Seeing the sights in your eyes


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 606

Dear Readers,


Art project

The pile of leaves on the park bench
Selected by color and size and such
The camera was ready
I had her sit with her hand on the table
Then we set out to take still photos
Her hand and a leaf
I would when I could
Get her to laugh
Then take her picture
She discovered them later
She figured it out faster that last time
Sometimes sticking her tongue out when I hit click
The pile of leaves this time was small
Only 30 the trees at this park just turning
We'd make the photos into a few things
Sheet puzzles, and scrapbook pages
Little things and big things
The smiles went into the pages too


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 605

Dear Readers,


The sunshine


Her smile as she sees me
That bounce to her step as she kisses me
The feel of her fingers in mine
The highlights in her hair
The day when she says something
The drawing on the note paper
The smell of her hair
The sound of her giggle
The sound of her sigh
The tug on belt loops hers and mine
When the call is from her
When the knock on the door is her
When she turns her hands over and says
See the new color

She makes the day brighter
Feeds me with her smile
Helps me have rest
Holds me close
Is the sunshine

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 604

Dear Readers,


Those rain clouds,


The forest was dripping the trees sagging
You looked out and went Ugh, wanting it to stop
The soaked ground was forming puddles
The branches of the elderberries hung down
The blue black fruit saying softly yay juice
The hazelnuts were going to be full too
But the puddles were going to take a while to dry
The days dark no stars at night
Forlorn the skies with scudding clouds
Yucky you said looking out the windows
I got a few dry twigs to start a small fire going
To dry out the papers for an art project
The picnics on hold out back
We had one in front of the fire
We had that wine you liked
We ate some crackers we made
And then the weather reports said
Sun in a day or two soon
We waited semi patiently wanting the sun
Not the hot just a bright bit
For a picnic down by the south puddles
Or were they the south ponds now
Soon a bit outside
In the sunshine

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 603

Dear Readers,



Poem for you number 98 thousand twelve


Written as it was on a napkin in that diner
Out west in that town we haven't been to yet
You were singing a song that we heard on the radio
The words you knew, the tune I could hum
You then asked for a cup of tea and the thermos
Oh My it was empty
So out of our snug thoughts we found the diner
The small roads and byways the sights galore
There was the diner on the side of this town
There was the paper napkin and the poem
The scrapbook has the title in it
There are photos from the camera
And a little note the waitress wrote on the ticket
Seems she liked the conversation
And she liked the flowers in your hair
Picked from the verge in the parking lot
There on the road to the west coast
Traveling we were doing
To a picnic on the beach
At sunset
One night


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 602

Dear Readers,


Part 5


would his hand fit in hers, yes it would like a glove
he'd have things to tell her of places and spaces
they'd walk to the libraries they'd be places
a few stray tears fall she wipes them on a towel
gets ready for bed the house finally quite the
music finally read for the band practice in the morning
soon she'd be in college what would that be like
then a dream of him again this time details
the meal is picnic and the food odd things she'd never
had there on crackers he seems to like crackers too
there is that odd can of pate he smiles as he
says he bought a whole case of it just for them
then she feels his hands in hers and the dream
seems so real she rolls over and his shoulder is there
he smiles at her and says you have been dreaming
and

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 601

Dear Readers,


Part 4


bike ride to the library there those books again
the ones of future places and far away spaces
drawing in the class drafting straight edges easy
dreams of him that shadow in her head the need great
deep sighs no one asking for the hand at the dance
just more looking at the stacks and maybe the books
where the art and the places to go the lands far away
over there in the section on how to cook italian
or the home fries and grits of the cook books down south
wonder what caviar tastes like is it salty or fishy
does he have some in his house now or is it something
he'd want to share with her......


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 600

Dear Readers,


Part 3

soft touches of the feather brush of fingers light
the skin so soft not hardly touched the linger
the finger nails rough edges hardly grown but there
sliding the folds and falls of the arm soft tickle
someone asking her to walk in the forest moss
someone to do things with and then someone to dance
with on the cold nights in the basement alone
dreams showed they'd be around and in the walking
talking and porch swing sit downs the house tours
soft drawings in this book with poems attached
would he look like a poet or would be one and be
different still need to kiss him.....


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 599

Dear Readers,


Part 2


there was that day there when the small little bump
make her look up at the sky and think thoughts again
was it chocolate she liked on the foods she ate
was it the sweet the neat soft taste or something else
she found a book again at the library in it how to
write poems like famous authors did and instructions
there was these ones she liked they varied a lot
in style they seemed mixed a bit more and filled
she wanted to ride like the wind and wanted drive
to fly in the boats and planes and places to go
talked about and the love they spoke of that too
lots of that someone out there.......


Happy Birthday Babe.

Charles.

Poem for her 598

Dear Readers,



Part 1


she was there in the park with her bike and was pausing for a breath
the book was light she had found it in that stack she always checked
returns that day those arriving that she'd not see till next week
or ever if she missed them here, there was that colorful cover
the paisley patterns in non conforming colors and then the designs
inside there were chapters on how to draw them how best to color them
how to grow more of them with simple formulas and then the contest
in the back which she didn't think she even enter it but she could
dream while looking out at the stars and dreaming of other things
Other things and still others.........


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 597

Dear Readers,



Sunrises


Babe that picture we have in the scrap book is cool
Beach vacation 101 get the nice photos Get up early
I knew you were awake, I could feel you being awake
I was not yet asleep but I was laying down
I was composing a story line fragment about the dude
The Janitor and his crack team of do nothings
They never did things in an orderly manner but you see
They were a crack team of disordered chaos
Dishwater is disordered suds, splishing and splashing
There in the hotel room the sound of the war games
The 45 mins and 10 seconds of recorded hisyt that is dash
Spelling correctly babe, it was a word I invention
For another story line I was going to tell you about
But we started kissing and the sunrises were slow
Slow and some more slow slip sliding of the eggs
Right onto the butter bread with avocado slice
That special something that happens when you say
Perfectly, perfectly, and I hear them slide into range
The camera clicked and the foto finish was this ray
Of the morning blue shift of sound on skin of pixels
Those eyes that glow that special way and the Onyx ring
Road to varrock or was it vedavu a place I take you every
August late out on I 80 up at the snap shot of dawn
To see the sunrise over the stones of that boulder pile
Those sights that we have seen, will see, and haven't yet
Planned to see, shining in the dawn mists of the 500 at indy
Or the number of years we are together as the world
Slow ticks by the sounding line on those charts on our boat


Happy Birthday Babe, soul of my soul.

Yours always and forever.

Charles.

Happy 21st birthday, lets have a toast, Irish cream and......

Poem for her 596

Dear Readers,



For you Love


The sky cracked open and the lightening crackled
The deep joke was you were a storm
But first I had said in the long email
That I was like an adventure person
Not the go there and do that, but a have gone
I was older, and just as wise as I was
When that prayer was asked what would you pray for
I said I want to be second best then
If Solomon was first
Then there was a huge lightening flash
I had my Eyes closed Tight I was
Talking to my brother's voice mail
I was telling him a story slice off the blog here
Then you arrived and I said
Hi flying creature how are you
You smiled and touched my back and slowly
Slowly said, dinner is ready love
I said well James you heard her
And closed the phone
The dinner was a special mix of this and that
Your own recipe
You have had a long time to hone your skills
The things that a bread dough and a chicken thigh do
The spices grown in the garden and store bought
There was the spread
The food for the evening meal
Not as early as we might eat
Not as late as we might eat
But just right
Right on time
Brand spanking new this very second
The passage through the doorway
In the middle of the room
We became brand spanking new again

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sounds of Dark and Sun # 971

Those bastards, they have done to much I will stop them.

There was a box arriving at the Prison. The Warden was fearful again.

The Warden's desk clerk Sally, smiled.

She loved the prisoner.

He was so nice to her, had gotten rid of that vulgar boyfriend of hers, she was happy.

The snitch came to the doorway.

Dark looked at him.

There is..

I know.

This penny is yours.

100,000 dollars in your account, when the penny hit the floor, Dark said.

The penny dropped.

When it hit the floor.

The full Mailed crate appeared on the floor of his cell.

He laughed. and Laughed.

All the smart phones that were hung on the wall, on the East wall, at the altar wall.

They took a photo and then live streamed the next lecture Dark was doing.

Dark

Sounds of Dark and Sun #1248

Dear Readers,


Myles is going to have a son, and a daughter

bzzzhygd


Lost connection

Attempting to reconnect

Miles and miles, I can see for miles and miles

dde4ahy)4s?k$44nhdysg zzzzzzjidiid


The duck voiced guy starts talking then other odd sounds, that seem to be voices, chatter, radio chatter, there are squacks and other sounds and a few english and french and other known languages to Mother Earth. Yet if truth be known, all the voice on the radio chatter are the sounds of the creatures of Mother Earth, they have learned space travel, there was a sense of tense need to do something, there was a pause and a voice said.

"I am through the event horizon. I am in the edges of the Singing, they want me to help them just as much as we want to stop them. They are laughing and telling me I am doomed that all over the systems they will kill us. Take over and wipe us off the universe. They seem to think that I am their savior, that I will be able to turn on you, and lead them to the victory they seek. I am not afraid I will be home this is not a suicide mission, we must not die in our quest to end their plans..........zzzz hsha "

The transmission ended the quacking duck took charge of the Paradox boxes and they moved ahead and some crossed the event Horizon. Some did not but were still moving that way.

There was a loud bang and the Earth Shook to it's foundations and people were fearful but United Earth and all the Creatures who made up the vast system of the Milkyway and other closer galaxies knew there was a war going on in space. But that they had heard a sign of hope.

Then the scribe spoke into the AI, Rachel is he okay?

yes came her soft voice but she was crying it could be heard.

She Loved Richard. He was not her programmer that was Thomas Masterson the owner of Future Tech the global Tech giant that had helped the peoples of Earth to finally colonize space.

The Auto biographical account of how the things had started to change.

The Year was 1996 Earth standard time. But few knew the company even existed Because the Special Projects Director held a lot of secrets from his team.

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

May You have the Peace of Christ.

Charles.

Poem for her 595

Dear Readers,


Saturday Cheese day


The grilled cheese and egg sandwich of video fame
You said this and that and I said this and that
Then the next day whichever day of days they were
You there hot coffee in hand and those hotel plates
But service was delayed and there was kissing involved
Then the grilling and the showing and those words you use
That wonderfully light voice saying Perfectly to each one
Of the steps in that May breakfast but this was cheese
And eggs in April same pan, same lady, same guy
Different creation cooking for our morning meal
You are a chef and I am a tease of thin light hair
To be fair that would be best your hair is healthy
Mine is thinning or just older and fragile thin
But we shower together and you are shorter than me
I don't like the water much I love you being there
Home is where the soul of my soul is always
We sliced the sandwiches and you ate yours
I nibbled on mine, your very self being in contact
With me feeds me with all the energy I can handle
I do eat, but being built like santa I am a bit less
In need of cheese and egg and like the touch of your hand
I never would have noticed you if not for the wings


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 594

Dear Readers,


Ice Cream freezes


The day was as hot as we'd had in a while
The AC was able to handle it as we had plans
Plans we'd drawn up ages ago to deal with it
Heat waves storms and such planned and drawn
You the drafting artist me the odd ideas
You the odd ideas and me the artist in a draft
We had saved and spent and picnic'd and done
Slow the travels to only 9 days a week
Instead of driving straight through till morning
We'd stop for a week and have a sit down dance
The cabin was warm, but looking at you I was
Chilled with a spoon in my mouth cold ice
You giggled, It's cold Love, it's ICE cream
You said and brushed your fingers down my belly
Then asked if I liked your creation
I coughed a bit the cold was filling my mouth
I could barely talk so I just smiled
And made the motion for you to come near
I let my nose kiss your nose and said


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 593

Dear Readers,


Energizer


The day was long and the computer issues tough
The garden was dry and helping plants rough
There was no more I could do eyes closing
Then you arrived on the scene and the power too
There you were just as tired as me
But you were home and I was filled with joy
The feelings of sleep gone in an instant
There was that kiss and me helping you sit
Working all day standing up is a pain
Then the legs on the massage table out
The table raised to save my back and your toes
I did suck on the left pinky one again
You giggled but there was that soft fade out
The sounds of you sleeping and whispered words
This is what Love is my lady in red
A dance in the evening so your muscles can rest
The massage lasted a bit calves and ankles
Then the back and shoulders and then the
Kiss on the sole of your feet again slow
The ankles again and then a slow wake up
The table lowered so you can ease to standing
Off to bed we go finally to sleep till winter


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 592

Dear Readers,


100 Thousand Percent


What I just told you this poem would be called
What I told you I loved you
You called my name at 4:44 am this morning
We slept the night away
Though while you slept I had a midnight snack
Crackers and the pate from our stockpile
The one we like from Croatia, Pork Tea Pate
Yummy just thinking about it
Yummy thinking about your knees I licked
At bedtime last night
Said I would lick your left knee
We both giggled
Then I couldn't tell which was the left one
My directional confusion
So I licked them both
100 Thousand percent good for us
Giggling like we do
Talking about things
Dancing in the dew, then a waltz about
On the carpet when we are getting ready for the day
You ready to go to the job in town
Me hunting in the tools for those project supplies
Those milliseconds of being apart
These decades together laughing about licked knees


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 591

Dear Readers,


Lady in red


I had a headache
Thought of a maybe cure
So took her left foot
Counted her toes and
Picked the second one
And sucked on it
She giggled a bunch
The front porch in summer
The sand down by the pond
The nice waterfall feeding it
The spring up the hill flowing
Those red summer togs glowing
I liked my lady in red
My headache eased
Whenever she smiled
So I sucked on another toe
Giggling could be heard in the woods


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 590

Dear Readers,


Tuesday Nap


The Morning was long and filled
The afternoon a bit filled too
Then there was that lull
Right when you stopped moving
I took your hand
Handed you food
Then sat you down
Then rubbed your calves
About halfway through the plate
You got up
Went to the lounger
The big one that looks like a bed
But room for two
There your eyes closed
And the nap filled your space
Soothing the aches
Rubbing the ankles
Not licking your toes
That'd make you giggle
I eased down beside you
Rubbed your shoulders a bit
Then pulled your head close
Gave you a soft kiss
And we slept


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 589

Dear Readers,


The long monday


There it was on the calendar
Monday
There was that list of things to do
Longer than we liked
We like the short list days
Nap, lunch, walk, nap, dinner, cards
Okay yeah that is a long list too
Not like today though
A page and then some
You looked at me long
I looked at the list and said
We can slice off a few
Put them on wednesday
You smiled
Then we got ready
The rain was just about to start
The car was a short puddle hop away
Then the rain started
One less thing today
Mow another day

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 588

Dear Readers,


Shopping Trip

We were going on a small picnic
The trip was somewhere we'd never been
The trip needed supplies
So out to the kitchen we went
Oh there isn't any of that
Or that
Um
Shopping trip time
Making a list
Checking a bit
Off to the store
She doesn't like to shop much
In and out
Best to do it fast and neat
There on the shelf The green one
Over there that cheese too
Slow down this lane
Hop on the cart edge babe
I'll push us faster
Shh don't make a scene
There can be slow trips
But those are best to the picnic sites
The fast trips
Are out shopping


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 587

Dear Readers,


Blue

Your eyes are blue like the sky
Pale when seen at an angle
The blue of a few pixels the other day
Standing there in the fishing place
The blue was a hue some fancy skin tone
Then the sky was blue today
The clouds all gone stars above them
The daylight fades and they shine brighter
Blue of the pants in jean material
The belt loops tugged on by my fingers
The blue of the t-shirt as I take a photo
There you are soft and sure dancing
Let me pull you closer still
Give your lips a long look as I get close
Let me hear your sigh as we touch
So close and so soft the day never stops


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 586

Dear Readers,



Soft warm blankets

Those things we put on the porch swing
But like on the couch in a folded pile
So that when the cold runs in the door
...The blanket can go on our feet
...As I keep them bare even in winter
...She likes hers in socks unless it's summer
Though the soft blankets are there in summer
Mostly to cover us if a slight chill
That feeling of the AC when shower damp
The blankets change in colors and styles
They have a few friends in a cedar chest
Smelling of wood oils and time long past
The ones form Aunt Sis my Dad's sister
That one from our first rocky mountain picnic
Now the pictures of her in them many
The video tapes of her smiling with book
There is that whole section of sketches
...Of her in them in my art book
That it is summer and hot,
Feel the chill of winter
Just a few days away we hope


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 585

Dear Readers,


July showers


We'd love them to be inside and cool
But sometimes they are outside with thunder
The showers with her a special time
Those outside a bit of a run in the puddles
Unless it is under the waterfall
Or in the outdoor shower area and not rain
July does bring those clouds full of rain
Shower off the hot and humid to cool and wet
Days with a bit of thunder filled air
That lights the sky at night with flashes
She does that with her smile lights my days
Fills me with a cool breath and warm touch
Pulls the sweetness into the room where she walks
Stands there filling the space with joy
Those July showers in her arms dance


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 584

Dear Readers,


She likes

Mint tea at night with supper
Shining in that big cup she bought
For our first picnic
We have been using it a while
Since that snowy day We unwrapped it
It has some plates that go with it
As well as a matching cup
The picnics we have had
The Mei Fun on the morning after
Those slices of toast
That butter on graham crackers
Those smiles as she says
Perfectly she says on that video
The morning coffee we make with a smile
The soft touches on her skin feather light
The sweet nothings drawn in our notes
The soft foot massages and ankle rubs
To bounce when she sees me the first time
To kiss long into the night
Me to read to her as she falls asleep at night


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 583

Dear Readers,


She


Helps me when my day has pains in it
Holds me and soothes me when the aches are
Kisses me and gives me a smile when I arrive
Bounces when she first sees me and smiles
Touches me with hands that fit in mine
Helps me sleep when sleeping is slow to arrive
Soothes my day with her smile and giggles
Tells me my cooking is enjoyable to eat
Helps me stay positive when the days are long
Loves me unconditionally
Loves me completely
Loves me in her awesome way
Is Awesome


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 582

Dear Readers,


Chocolate covered


Raisins oh so sweet that little taste
Orange rind oh that tang the juice chocolate
Strawberry dipped it the ice water too
Cherry on a stem and fresh ready for you
Tender kiss with a little chocolate too
My finger tips that you lick as well
The shortbread cookie edge the coffee ones
Ginger piece so bright and nippy hot
Almond sliced in half to give use more
Those sunflower seeds I got you once
Violet blossoms that we picked from the yard
Banana slices with you feeding me with a kiss
The plate the fruits were on soft and sweet
The afternoon chocolate fondue with you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 581

Dear Readers,


Snow

The Iceberg out the window
Was soaking the lawn in cold water
The huge fan on the street was blowing
The cold air was chilling the house
But the snow was even better
Falling in blankets and blankets
There were snowmen in parkas
There was a nice chill to the air
The visions of sugar plums too
The season July but the month winter
The snow was most welcome
The cooling lasted a long time

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.