Poem for her 710

Dear Readers,


Feathers

Flowers from hedge full of bees
Last warm nectar bare
The bees made love to them
In and out the pink 5 petaled ones
The hedge from asian plat Plane
Flat spin the man said
Spin the plate on the sticks
Then juggle the pie crust
Summer spins round again
The juice of one red fruit
Spinner bottle filled with fun
May I have this dance
Me and you curled in cat bed
Mewing the feather touch
Slipping the tongue down your back
Nibble the shoulder
Slow slow slow soft
You heard the rest on the vine
Fine brandy to taste
Crackers full tiny tastes
Picnic basket full
Off the record but heard
Hear the sighs

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 709

Dear Readers,


The bookstore

The last book I picked up
The clerk looked at me oddly
Then a conversation
Then an odd smile
Then totals and tip
Then the exchange of gossip
Then I left the store
There you were
Over by the yellow van
Bags in hand door open
We exchanged conversation
For news and a plan
The night was over
The week after the shopping trip
The night of our day long week
We speak a lot, but say nothing
The exchange of coffee for tea
The cards stacked at table
The photo shoot
The events many
The kisses slow and silky
The touch of taste buds on dinner
The back of skin to fingers
The naps when days are busy
The naps when days aren't busy
The long plans done easy
The books did surprise you
One a day for a fortnight

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 708

Dear Readers,


The Primrose

The boat was tied to the dock
We'd gotten the supplies
We'd sold the other painting
We'd be able to go soon
The sun was just setting
The Prime Rose was there
The Primrose was our run about
The ladder up, primie tied up
The soft smell of shrimp
The noodles still hot
The shop was our favorite
This location this night
We made notes about it
The log was checked
The fire was lit
We were also older than some
They wondered about that
We told them some tales
Showed them some sails
Then made a sale
Canvas sail clothe paintings
This was a Tug
Nordic could lumber long ways
We boated coastal
We had a cabin in the woods
A beach house
A long history
And a Blue scrapbook
200 Plus insides different
Dates unknown

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 707

Dear Readers,


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The upper case for the number today
707
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The song said
The dance floor was empty
Get up and dance
The song was cranked
Stereo in fine form
Sunshine she danced
To the humming she heard
The song was a tune she knew
One written for her
Talked to her strings
Fibers and bits and iotas
Dance in the open space
I typed that today
She read the note
She said, yep
Then got up and danced
I cranked the stereo up
I cleared the space
Got my camera out
Adding to our scrap book

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 706

Dear Readers,


Dinner

The table was set
The dish a single plate
One large Mug
Each one a single of a Pair
That first Picnic set
We had been able to keep them
All these years
We dined a lot together
Whenever possible I set one plate
We liked the formula
Share the meal
Share from one spot
Mei Fun or other things
Tonight was special
We'd worked on a recipe a while
Fine tuned it
Styled it for Us
Served it on special occasions
Eggs and things
Noodles and things too
Tonight one fork
I was filming and talking
Well when my mouth was empty
Or a giggle and then food
Our round table
Seats closer
For feeding the other
Slice of Heaven in her smile

Happy Birthday Babe.

Charles.

Poem for her 705

Dear Readers,


A week in Heaven


There are those dreams
The tiny amount of ticks
The last licks of sleep
The journey deep
Places and people and themes
Slices of Heaven
I call them
Times they are awake
The picture gallery
The empty diner
The cabin in the woods
Her face in a photo
Coffee mug in hand
The scope of all
The written words we share
Slices of toast on a plate
We do eat with two plates
Most with one sharing fun
Seven days in a week
So all week in Heaven
Soul of our Soul
Sliced in Heaven
Lived in a Week


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 704

Dear Readers,


Spring day in the fall

Sun was up early
The dew was warm
The flowers in bloom
There on the art Table
She sat
Smile on face
Hot coffee in hand
Paints on canvas
Pens on table
Sun gave me a giggle
Shining brightly as she did
I caught my breath
Babe I love you tune played
Styx album was over there
Under the stereo
Caught by the Sun
I didn't move
Thought of her
How I wanted to stay
Looking at her
All day long

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 703

Dear Readers,


The book club two


There in the stamp sized town
The library was built
Some odd out of the way place
A corner of town
With a park and benches
There in a corner
Inside
The book club met
The folks there liked books
The stories on napkins and leaves
The trees talked and the cats too
Kids liked the bench slides
Adults too
There were many people that read
Some even in red
The couple had a hand in it
It was a dream they had
Long ago
In a library far away
On a day just like this
When the sun was up
The skies full of stars
The club met whenever
A book was opened and someone read out loud
Then the story goes
On till next day
Hello club folks
This is a tale
Told to you readers too

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 702

Dear Readers,


The book club

There in the woods were a couple
They both wrote
They both drew
They both liked books
So they had a book club
There was the child's section
The poets section
The odd but mysterious section
The science is fun section
And the private section
That one never left the cabin
The other sections made it to town
It was a small town
Not larger than a stamp
On a map
You say that is a joke I see
Well yes it is
Maps have a special place
In the land
They never are drawn the same way twice
So this story is almost
At the end
But first I have to say

Happy Birthday Babe,

Hugs and kisses, see you next sheet

Charles.

Poem for her 701

Dear Readers,


The snow day

We took a snow day
Didn't go to the library
We stayed home
The fire was warm
The snow covered the cars
Even though they had roofs over them
The snow was deep
No shovels we used
If it snowed to much
We stayed home
The library in town our pet
They had folks to stock the books
We just hung out and read
They have books on tape
Some of ours too
They have a park
Out by the trees
Near the pond
Where the geese swim
We took a snow day
We stayed in bed

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 700

Dear Readers,


Screen shots

There in the blue books the scene
The drawings and poems
The screen shots printed
The clips of noted napkins
The feathers and rocks in the box
The shadow thoughts on shelves
There the photo of your hand
Snap shots of time
Catnip tea for you and me
The slips of sweet nothings floating
The day you giggled at a touch
Signed on the page a note
The video clip in format fixed
The skirt an shirt in our bag
There the flowers grow
On shelves of wood we made
Stocked there by decade
Slipped into a screen shot
Your line and mine
Slow secret subtle tease of text
Steam the teacup from our talks

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 699

Dear Readers,


Pull you close

Tuck you into my shoulder
Pull you close and snuggle
The cat in you pushes closer
The purr we feel a meow both
Sounds so close in our corner
The couch pushed to the wall
The intense closeness mewing
Close as our soul slips together
Fills the gardens with our sounds
The day bright even at night
You Sunshine I love
Slide our fingers as one
While we dance in morning dew
Off to dream land when we rest
Pull you closer still


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 698

Dear Readers,


The long weekend

That year we had the long weekend
Took close to 11 days
There the computers back to back
The white skirt to dance in
The videos that told the stories
The long days
The stay in bed when sun up
The walks in the park
There was a time in the cabin
Week snowed in
Only art projects to do
The drawing classes
The back rub class in pictures
Ours from another year
We try to have a few a year
Long weekends spanning two
The normal ones might blend long
Stray from 3 to 5 days
Meet up in the middle
Start again
Like linking our fingers
Never know where one ends the other begins

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 697

Dear Readers,


Snow fort


We didn't build one this year yet
The snow has been light and fluffy
The years past the snow forts were huge
There were mazes and trees in them
They weren't really forts
They were just paths in the snow
The snow piled on the side
The onions in the ground
The garlic too
Jerusalem Artichokes in the patches
Gotten to by snow fort lanes
There to be dug for a soup
Or a salad in the cold days
The ground a great storehouse
If we miss some they will grow next season
The fort might be used to snowball fight
The mail man, the neighbors in spring
It goes unused most of the year
I like throwing snowballs at trees
Never was big on pelting people
So the fort is a cool castle place
Snows it they get the right moisture
Then some walls and a spire or two
Maybe a flag for the high gate side
Pictures of my fair lady there with snowball in hand

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 696

Dear Readers,


Cones with ice cream

The frozen days of winter
The ice cream mixer on the porch
Extra cold with sweets
The treats of winter minty fresh
There would be these in summer too
The winter chill the sweets fill
Soft serve and hard scoops
The treats for you and me
The cookies we bake
The Ice cream in cone make
There is that live tree with ice
The snow piled deep no step made
The snowed in feeling
Taken away with the sledding
Or was it the day making snow angels
Sometimes the fire place pops with corn
Other's its the logs with resin
Then the pancake for supper and waffles too
The winter could be gloomy without you
Sunshine making the day glow
As I see you slow dance with me today

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 695

Dear Readers,


The grove


The cabin in the woods has a lot of features
Times and seasons change though
The trees in the forest are a mixed bag
We planted fruit and nuts and things
The little grove over there by somewhere
Is the place the old christmas trees go
They grow cause we like live trees
Ones that in soil stay alive
Then lightly decorated travel out
And get tended toward the Grove
Some taller than others species a bit mixed
The dogwoods that hide there and the pear
There in the fruit sections the plants glow
The fall colors fading as the winter hugs in
The warm bathroom so when the shower flows tis nice
Smells of the wood walls and the trees
The hint of spices and the mint tea
Then some mornings the smell of cheese and eggs
The Mei Fun in the big bowl we eat out of together
There the trees have scrap book pages where they
Get brought in, journey a time and get set out
The days the grove increases always sunny
Even if the clouds shower a bit sunshine dances
In my finger tips as she looks out the windows

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 694

Dear Readers,


Those showers

The rain was brewing in the west
Blowing as it does
The cold damp air
The garden sullen in the wind
The last of the green tomatoes picked
The green of the winter plants showing
The bathroom was warm
Fire in the fireplace
The bedroom toasty
The bathroom too
Bathrobe hung up
The towels were ready
I got you out of bed
Let you sip your hot tea
Then bundled you off to the warmth
The showers of fall
Turned the extra spray on
Water fall feature too
There you were the center of attention
The showers on you
Heating you up
Taking the aches away
Those showers of the cabin
There for you
There for you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 693

Dear Readers,


Neck rubs

When the fall rains begin
The neck gets sore
Slow the night with soft neck rubs
Then sleep and another in the morning
Then if soreness linger that visit
To Doctor mary over the hill toward town
The doctor knows things about spines
The fall rains here in the mountains
Make the cold a bit achy just like the city
Over here we have a sauna
The one e put in the room off the back porch
The hot rocks and spring fed pool
The neck rub might do with our old bones
The headaches drift off faster
Sooth the day slow
Smooth the sheets and fluff the pillow
Throw a log on the fire
Heat the room
Soft music
Slow the heart rate
Ease the achy feet
Help her have a better day
Kiss the pain away

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 692

Dear Readers,


The table clothe


I once asked her what was on the table
Then the line of thought streamed by
There have been many a game there
The art projects might be there
We have a folding table or two for them
That way they can be set up
Done
And out of the way for dinner
As they aren't at the breakfast table
Or is it the dinner table
The one with the green clothe
The one with leaves
The other with flowers
The plain ones
The painted in outlines
The ones she made
The ones I helped with
She's a special artist
Smooths my rough edges
Soothes me with a whisper
Soft giggle
In my ear
Feels so nice on tippy toe
Springing into my side cat like
Curled and close
Slow as I might
She speeds me faster and faster
As I see her round the corner
White skirt on

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 691

Dear Readers,


The swing

The park had a bench swing
The drive out this way was nice
It took a few day we were sight seeing
You like to drive we were getting away
The cabin was set for winter
Fall colors every where
Things to see
This park was here
The time for a picnic lunch
The swing was seen only after a bit
Walking on a trail dense woods
Then spring to life the wooden bench
Hung from a sturdy tree color metal A frame
We have photos in the blue note book
You lounging
Me lounging
Some of your toes in socks in boots
The toes said hi, though a little muffled
You giggled a lot
The toes have funny voices
I know
I invented them
You laughed is all that is important


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 690

Dear Readers,


Those toes

Warm in my hands
Warm in the socks we bought
Toasty under the big blankets
Out in front by the fire
Dancing on the floor in the cabin
There with the bit of warm applesauce
Oh you giggle a lot at that one
I take care to keep them warm
Winter is here they need warmth
The little colored toenails
Spring like flow
The tasty pinky toe washed in the shower
Warm water all day long if you want
The spring arrives soon
Splay a few flowers near them
Take a camera pose
There they curl as we talk
Up under Pillow
There snuggled warm
On my knee
Kiss the big toes
Smile as you giggle again
Soft warm socks full of flower scents
The days slow as you read a book
Warm toes near the fire light

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 689

Dear Readers,


The fall sniffles

The fall sniffles attacked us
We had been doing well
The fire had been lit
The wood gathered in
The rains started and didn't let up
The woods got swampy
The days damp
The sinuses filled
We thought we had been swimming
The sounds of popping ears
Ugh we both said
The poems slowed to a snuffed nose
I spoke a few to you
They didn't make it to paper
Sniffles the days went by
Coffee heated then mint tea with whisky
Ugh the cough the roof fixed
The leaks stopped the fires hot
The woods damp the logs dry and more in house
The days will be damp
Inside warm and sniffles will fade
Your feet are warm
The socks dry
The hot toddy tasty
Your lips too

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 688

Dear Readers,


Pancake supper

The pan was not hot
You are always HOT
Well unless your toes are cold
Then I find some way to warm them
The socks I bought you
Little batteries
A small toggle
Then heated socks
If we are traveling without them
Like summer time
Your feet can get cold too
So I pull them out and
Rub and kiss them
Like today we are having
Some crepes a recipe I was working on
Then you said
And I came to your aid
As I hope to always do
Then the whisking
The washing in warm towels
And though supper is still planed
The time of it's arrival will be delayed
Maybe a few hours
Tasty warm toes with mint jelly


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 687

Dear Readers,


Blue and white

The shirt I was wear was blue
I had been last practicing pool time unknown
I was going one place but they opened later
The Flashing lights at the parking lot
EMT for someone that fainted or passed out
The news I passed to the car not there when I looked
Last to go was me had to think what to do
Krome's was open I thought, saw cars
Then I thought um
The place was still there
Biggest Pool Hall this side of the river
Over 20 tables, huge two story space
There were people there it was dress up day
Tricks or treats
I only wanted Her
I only wanted Her
But it was a day trip to see the house in town
Dad still lives there
We live in the woods
I got a diet dr
Then took both halves out of the case
Then quarters then free style pool
Short end of stick
15 balls later and 20 minutes all pocketed
Be a 11 month cycle since I last pooled a hall
That few days it was tough
Getting 4 inches of rain
Woods was fine but chilly
Stocked up on wood inside the walls
I fell asleep with her on other end of line
Sighting down my headline
Touch of blue shirt and white skirt
For arrival time next day to meet me back


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Kathy's Tail

Dear Readers,

Every now and again I do composting of old Gap T-shirts into new things like Gap T-shirts with ever more flared yippy yippy prices. A small seed Human into a large planet. Laughs at own private joke I just saw in the Seed Human joke with friend at local Booze shop, okay okay They do sell wine too, so booze and grape juice shop. Laughs, sorry this is not an un Paid advert Tizer mintel teap cup full of Gab and grist and grist mill just hanging out as a park load of cones.

Yes Katy I did sleep about um, some form of hours unknown to any But God, tell roger Hi.


There the true story of the seed Humans appears on tweeter, But as always.

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To My Babe in the yonder wooded tree house and sweet nothing art Project I'll see you soon.


To all others

Bye Y'all