Poem for her 733

Dear Readers,


The porch swings

The city one sits outside under sky
The porch a set of blocks in the yard
The one on the cabin sits near the side
Up under the roof where snow can fall
There is one in the gazebo out yonder
That was added when we got a deal on wood
That we wanted to make an artist nook
Out there in the yard full of nuts and fruits
Plantings that make the swings cool
Porches feel the swings in spring
We swing whenever we are near one
The days float by slowly
Swing by swing
String pluck by soft feather fall
The flowers flow into petals falling
The snow covers the one in the city
Drifts past the screens out at the cabin
Soft feelings when looking at them
The snow flakes just so on the ground
There in your mitten soft
Swing with me babe all year long

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 732

Dear Readers,


The car

The toyota was running slower
The ford was running slower
The new car was on a car lot
Twisting in the wind was a flag
Seen from afar it looked like one thing
Up close it was a big dragon
Over there was a sign
Half off the whole lot
I wondered which half we'd be buying
You liked the one with red in the paint
Then we both liked the off green one
Not sure which we got though
I turned over and woke up
There you were warm and soft and awake
The night faded some dreams dripping away
The soft cuddling and night sounds
There in the cabin in the woods
There the winter days chilled
There in our bedroom
The two vehicles outside purred awake
Gasping that they were running fast
Running fast no need for a replacement
The walls of the cabin calmed them with a whisper
The two of us excited by being together sighed

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 731

Dear Readers,


Eve of shortbread


We had been designing our meals for ages
We loved picnic style
Old school
The basket was opened
The wine, plates
Cups and the food mostly
Packed that day
No cooking needed
Unless we wanted to
Then out came wear and
Heaters cooking tabs or
Flameless things
The fire was controlled and we never
Had to get up off the table or
The big huge blanket we had several of
This day
We were making different
Shortbread flavors
Off my standards
I have about a dozen kinds
I wanted hundreds
So we were at a shop
In the town that we found ourselves
Thinking as hand in hand
Or just a few feet apart
We mentioned this or that
Food supply stores
Or a hardware store
Or the clothe store
The shopping
Was always fun frolic
We usually never went to buy
We went to select a few
Then hone the needs to the
Money
But we were rich
Just frugal
In our
Hand held no hurry way
Today
Wine and dine after
The shortbread to get trip

Happy birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 730

Dear Readers,


Those ages of sages

The flowers were blooming
Some were yellow and white
Others mixed even the reds
Roses and you
Felt you move as we drifted
On a light nap
On the swing
The race to get all the seeds
Sorted out and filed
Soft sounds of our tails
Swishing as the swing moved
Two big older cats
On a porch swing
The wall near by sighed
The tree out front by the dogwood said
May I have a feather Pillow too
I smiled and you stirred awake
You looked at the young tree said Yes
Of course you can
Then you smiled at me
Said
Let it be so
The birds landed in the tree
100's of them
The tree laughed a slow laughter
The cabin sighed as only it could do
The birds all said

Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 729

Dear Readers,


Dozy morning dew


The sounds of sleep filled the air
The Blonde Tabby was curled up
Resting on my belly
Claws had out stretched
Kneaded a spot to make fluffy
Belly had a few marks on it
The feeling of fur and warmth
The soft purring sound of her
There on my belly as I watched
Was a food for thought
The first time I met her
So small
Curled my feet and ankles
There in that yard
The old home place
Of a friend's mom
The feral colony had shunned her
The kitten knew me
God Guided her to me
God whispered in my ear
Don't you dare pick her up Charles
Then The spirit's laughter
The joy that he said it with
The knowledge that
I was in love with her already


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 728

Dear Readers,


That Call


Day was a monday
Time was off work
Phone rang
Cell opened and Talk
Two years ago Today
Before a lot of calls
Before a lot of pauses
Pausing to say
Happy Birthday Babe
To say
X0X0
To say so many things
God only knows when and where
Held his hands through ever
Breakfast red read berries
Mei Fun for fun
This and that
Whispers of sweet nothings
The wings of flower feathers
The still soft voice
Sleep is easy
Touch of fingers
Back soothed
Peace
That Call today
That one 2 years ago
Same Us
Same Home

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 727

Dear Readers,


The morning

There the soft fog on street
The Blonde tabby looked out
The day was just edging up
Pillow meowed
I touched your paw
Licked your left ear
The smells of wood smoke and tea
The Flowers in the vase giggled
Metal petals sang a song
Sweet Nothings drifted around
Their whispers soft
We love you
We love you
They said each time one soaked into you
Making your ears twitch a bit
There was a purr on my breath
Long slow rrrrrr near Pillow
The walls sighed
The front porch swing said
Come see me soon
The plate near the eggs said
I like sunny side up today
The two cats got out of bed
We strolled out
Breakfast making time

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

White Card 101

Dear Readers,


The man looked at my Butter Cream colored Credit card it was totally Blank, front and back.

I smiled at him and said.

Security is intense with My Card, Young one.

Then I took it back and said. Credit card.

Tapped it three times on his desk.

Handed it back to him.

There on the card was my information and the Logo of one of the most famous carriers of the world.

He called his hotline numbers and then sold me the item in question.

Out the door I went with a brand spanking New

Artificial Universe.

Or anything else I wanted.

Jesus whispered to me one night, Hey Charles.

Tell these tales.

And here they flow in bits and Bytes and zeros and oh my is that a Star Trek ref. Guide 108?

Yes.

Off to the races.

The End.


Yours peace is filled within Christ's fullness of giving you all things that Point to His Glory.

Charles.

Poem for her 726

Dear Readers,


5854

The number of seconds
Sunshine and I talked
On the porch today
There in the bright light
The spring air smell
The snow sliding off a tree
The winter still here
The days at cusp
Lingering shorter
Tending toward the shortest
Days away and zip
Back up the light hour curve
The dip of the do da be bop
She sat there hands busy
Doing things with notes
And card games and stuff
And sitting still listening
The skies filled with flight
The dew drops of mint tea cool
There she sat
As I pondered her very being
Old we are these days
3 or 4 maybe a few days older
Just as new as can be
Fresh out of the box
Opened one afternoon
At a grand exchange
I said Hi
She already knew me
She'd spied me from afar
There the sunshine she was
In butterfly form

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 725

Dear Readers,


Doorbell

There was a sound not a bell
Not a knock
Then the Pillow looked up
Rolled over slightly
Pillow is slow to move
Almost as slow as the wall
But the walls were asking
Slowly
Softly
Who is there
The doorbell whispered
I can only tell it's him
The wall out front by porch swing said
Yep
Then the sound again
The whole cabin sighed
The girl jumped up
Ran to the door
Open wide
Smiles and giggles and a long look
The box was small
The bow smiled and said
Hi there sunshine
The girl looked down at the bow and said
Hi there bow of rain
Then boy said to girl
Lots of things filling books and poems and years


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 724

Dear Readers,


The cake thee three


A slice of time
A slice of a scene
A photo book
A scrapbook with slices of scenes
There on the table Blue
Set next to the camera
There on the divan
You lounge legs up
Feet moving at ankles
The giggle laugh they make
They want to dance
They spark at the thoughts
The images you see
There the parking lot
There the green stripped shirt
There in black
The elevator
A dance move we do
Things sliced out of cakes
Cakes of scenes we make
The dates of the hours we hold
Close to back touched nights
The soft lure of you
Food for my being
The cake needed not
Half eaten on the plate
You fill me full
You the slice
I want the most
The heart held beat
You soul of my soul

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 723

Dear Readers,


The cake too

Dates those things I have fun with
We both have fun with
Then we bake with them
Pop them in our mouths
Chew around the seeds
There a date for you
The date in question
I am not sure I know the left one
The right one is in your left
The left one in your right
Dancing the slow dance
Though the songs vary
There you go
Bounce at the action
Of me standing in front of you
Bounce to push me
Bounce to be
Bounce your toes say
I love it when you sigh
The soft sounds of your laugh
The sounds of
The cake filled plate
There have some
A slice

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 722

Dear Readers,


The cake

The cake isn't what you think
The cake is what you think
Think cake
Cake think
Then blink twice
There it's your birthday
Again
Oh right this is said a lot
The clock rolls to those digits
Then blink
Happy birthday
She said it on this date
Oh the poem number isn't it
It's the publishing date
Date was that a date
Not that date it was a plum
Dates grow on palms
Plams aren't in the oh yeah spelt wrong
Palms there you go
Hand me yours
We dance

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 721

Dear Readers,


Picnic drive

The spring was in full bloom
Trees budding and flowers everywhere
The table we found out of the way
The meal packed
Then as we sat down unpacked
The drive was out a bit
Away from the hustle and bustle
Crackers and things
Lots of things
Things we had had and new ones
That little jar from the shop
In that one town
Tasty
Glad we risked getting two
Make a note
New flavor twist
Oh and the crackers too
Off the day trip going
Another visit somewhere
Short trips in a
Thatta way direction
Kisses filled with you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 720

Dear Readers,


Travel time


In the passenger seat
I sit and watch the road go by
Look over at you driving
See the sighs you make
Hear the songs on the radio
See the trees we pass
Know we'll e home soon
I try to keep a jovial voice
Lest the subtle one makes you sleepy
Mention the hot tea at home
Minutes away once in the door
Tell you I have a surprise
That is wrapped up
But in the kitchen
Cold
Then you smile and think
I see you tap your fingers
The sign that you want to hurry
Get there to find out
What that cold wrapped
Oh you smile
Bottle you ask
Shh I tell myself, no sound
But you've got the noise
I said cold you knew
From my silence
The gift kind
Just not the taste
Yet
Hurry the roads slide by
Kisses over glass soon

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 719

Dear Readers,


February Kiss

There the photo still
Mind's eye blink
The white van rolled by
The excitement stomach turn
There the black coat
Dark against the blonde hair
There the glasses big and round
Gentle ask, can I see your eyes
Startle the eyes bright
Sky blue
The soft hands
Shaky still as we dance
Memory held soft in close
There you are soft in white coat
The elevator doors shut
There you are standing on the porch
The pine woods scent
The flower in hand metal painted
There you are soft touch
Fingers touch we know not which
The cards on table forgot
The eyes locked in gaze
Night turns to day


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 718

Dear Readers,


Slow snow

The soft curve of the shoulder
The soft draw of the brush
There the tingle
The thought in touch
Tingle the paint on canvas
The skin yours
The paint sweet honey
Soft dessert
There at a fingers breath
The giggles many
Tickles that last
Slow snow falling
Cabin warmed by fire
The glow of candle light
The lick of honey drops
There the hot tea
Stir the brush off
Set aside
Camera click
Thoughts touched with slow
Slow mint in the air
Perfumed with art

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 717

Dear Readers,


The bowl of food

There sat on the table a bowl
The blindfold came off
You saw the dishes
The lid came off
The noodles just so
The bits of veggies
The tiny shrimp
The mei fun dish new
Or rather old
Just new to the cabin
Fresh made
It was ages ago
The pictures of the event
Here in the scrapbook set out
The smiles on our faces
The fork in hand
One fork
Like today
New store in town
They stocked the noodles
For us
For others too
New supplier now
All those years ago
Boxed in from the city house
Night of the eggs and noodles
And new photos of us smiling

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 716

Dear Readers,

Cabin trips

The weather was warm and the snow slushy
The sky was clear birds in the air
We wanted to get out but stayed in
There on the table a pattern cut
Polka dots and lace, a smile on your face
The happy spring air the blooms up
There was a duck in our pond
Over by the garden bed the yellow deep
Flowers of the spring
White ones up under the hazelnuts
The roses just budding out
The cabin in high movement
Tea on the stove and cups ready
The sewing machine too
We did a slow dance around the room
I tried to get you to glance my way
Click went the camera
Another scrapbook pose
There was mint and rose in the air


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 715

Dear Readers,


Polka dots

The fabric said
I told her cool
She picked up the bolt
I kissed her fingers
Whispered something
She giggled
The bolt was bought
Yes the whole thing
We bought a few other things
The day was cold
The night warm
The tea hot
The fire blazed
The kisses long
Slow
The polka dot danced
A waltz
Slow songs
Night long
Kisses lots

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 714

Dear Readers,


Pillow poem

There long ago was a poem
That sat in a box
Written on paper
Not told to anyone
Though thought out
Spelled in the lace of dreams
There in the box
The mail was sat on top of
The letters were in red and pink
Blue and black and even purple
The paper yellow and lined
They called it legal in size
The lines were blue and spaced
The words about pillows
The hint of something romantic
There in the prose verse by verse
The thoughts held fast
Pillow talk sure fire at the time
There is some more there in the box
One on a napkin
Soft felt like held sweet
Like that sigh of your lips
When I first kissed you that day
When I met pillow
And we talked
Poem verses in a box

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 713

Dear Readers,



Slow winter breeze


The days are slow when the snows fall
The sleep in days
The oh we don't have to go
The slow snow falls close in
The porches cool but dry
The wood stocked high and dry
Cold out but warm in
The kitchen smells of wood smoke
The pine in the boughs
The candles scent nutmeg
The baking done yesterday
Or was it last weekend
The days so slow
The winter chilled
The furs up under your chin
The days slow
New jobs in town the books read
There on the hearth a soft glow
The days slow and winter still
Kiss your fingers and ask for a dance

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 712

Dear Readers,


43 mins and 43 seconds

North Latitude gets us where?
No clue says the map
Then the birds walk onto the porch
The swing giggles
The birds chirp
The wind blows
The phone is quiet
The day is still
Sunshine smiles at me
I smile back
Then take her hand
Move to the beat of the drums
The ones the stereo plays
If it were turned on
The sky is full of clouds
There is the clock on the wall
No ticking it makes
Though the hands move
Just no whirring sounds or click ticks
There isn't even a light on it
Just the knowledge
Time moves
The Phone call lasted
43 mins and 43 seconds that day
When she and I were apart by miles
Miles of smiles when the touch of hands
Makes the time away end
The days flow to light dark cycles
Not a time keeping minutes
There the birds nibble seeds
The swing laughs seeing us dance
The fire sparkles in the dusk
The fire between us heats the rooms
Sunshine on my shoulder as she sleeps
The dusk dark the sky lite with stars
Nothing like being fed by her being
Food thought of as meals
Yet hungry only for her rays of sunshine
Need the calories to run need you babe more
Slides my lips to finger tips
Belly button is drifting close
Slowly the day extends the night breezes
Slide over here your breath so slow

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 711

Dear Readers,


The special number


This block number has several layers
It was the number on my Van's license
It was a brand name store
It is the number of this poem
It is the name of a song I have
Yet to write
The saying goes like this
When you hear a tune
The subject of which is
Something that you see
You see the tune in a light
Not heard of in the song's words
Meanings bend in the breeze
The light turns a corner
Prism slipping rays
The Rainbow appears and I say
Hi rainbow
Then Sunshine is near at hand
She stands there phone in hand
Or the pastry brush cookie dough
Or the Warm mug
Filled full of tea or java or
Just the soup we made last night
There her being feeds me full
When she isn't there nothing fills me
Food has no taste
Just a placement holder for her smile

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.