Poem for her 764

Dear Readers,


Sunshine on my shoulder


There in a parking lot black coat on
There with a smile belt loops in my fingers
There with me at a diner eating pancakes
There with candy striped shirt on
In my van, on a couch, in a video
There she stands
Sunshine
Bright rays hugging me
Tippy toes
Kiss my nose
Rub the shoulder of tabby cat
There on park bench
Spring flowing out toward me
There the eyes shiny as we sit
Glance over
Her eyes closed
On my shoulder
Listening to a poem
Told to her there
Then
Right as she
Drifts off
Sunshine on my shoulder


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 763

Dear Readers,


Seeds


Little bins
Lots of seeds
Big bags
Even more seeds
The little bin in bags
We hoped the birds didn'y eat
The big bags
Were theirs
The farming shop was full
The people shopping many
The spring rains just coming
Soon the plantings
The bags of soil for seed trays
Your hands filled with things
You smiled as you pointed
There a new kind of this or that
The sundress you had on
One like the new
Or was it like another
Green with stripes a shirt
The days get blended
When we shop
The places many
The scrap book will tell us
How old we were
3 and 4 that year


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 762

Dear Readers,


Sundress

The the fabric was cool feeling
So we bought a lot
The seamstress we knew liked it
So sewing was being done
The city house was old
The days were long winter chilled
The house was warm it was comfy
The cabin was comfy too
Over yonder a bit away
Wanting the sundress
There to be new for spring
We had a few indoor projects
Wanted spring to arrive soon
Made plans for seeds
Here and the cabin
There was people to visit
Puzzles to put together
Frame up and get ready
Pool at the senior center
Some old friends waved
Long nights
Lots of cuddling
Soon a dress
Some sun
Dancing about town
Then
Cuddling

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 761

Dear Readers,


The phone buzzes

There by her hip
While in bed
There on the night stand
There in the chair
By the tea cup
The voice mail to hear
Sound out the words
I love you
Sound out the jingle
The rock around the clock
The sound of a text
There the
OXOX
The other way round too
XOXO
The letters in the mail
Old napkins with poems
There the phone buzzes again
Her
Him
Then Pillow sighs
They left the phones
There on the night stand
Pillow looks around
Floor lamp says
They are out
In the yard
I heard her giggle
They are making a Pool
To soak in he said
Over by the green house
The porch swing sighed
Right here by my side wall
The Greenhouse smiled
The birds flew up to look
The two just stood there
Kissing


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 760

Dear Readers,


Spring

There the water ran out of the ground
Filled a small brook and a few pools
Trickled down the hillside
The winter made the water icy at the edge
There was a crust on the pools
The taste was still fresh and crisp
Cold even in summer
We directed a flow to a Spring house
That construction with thick stones
There was a pool in back
That had steps leading into it
There was a cover over it too
The water kept for later
The winds blew the snow about the trees
We'd been snowed in a few days
Danced this morning to bright sun
The prisms split light to hues many
Edges of the fireplace still warm
The ashes being pulled out for later
Tea hot in Her cup there within reach
We'd danced the morning waking
There at the edges of sleep
Thinking of a hot shower
With spring water


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 759

Dear Readers,


Let us walk

The ending to a long email
Sent to you on August 8th 2017
Ages ago, still firm
Firmly holding your hand
Holding a warm cup of tea
There wherever we are
Always by your side
Be it the porch swings
Park benches
Car seats as you drive
Or as I drive and you sleep
Or as we slide naked in a dance
Under the rains of the forest floor
Or showers in the places we are
There standing in a vase
With rainbows around us
There in an elevator coats on
Skin so soft that feather touch
Light of light of skin soft
You are awesomely made perfect for me
Blonde Tabby cat curled on Pillow
There nicely nails trailing my skin
The belly being touched on video
I hear my voice and your fingers too
There sweet nothings sink in
We Love you on each drip on skin
They love you babe
As I see them flutter toward you
There to ease your wait
There to ease the worry
There to tell you
Always and Forever
Soul of my Soul

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 758

Dear Readers,


Jumping Balloons

The cabin had them
Flowers in the vases
Tied to Balloons
They were in the air
They were on the floor
They popped too
One got close to the fire
We heard a pop of a log
Then seconds later
Pop goes a balloon
It had been sweep up
Drifted into the hearth
There the log pop hit it
Sizzle
Pop
The popcorn went
There in the fire too
The butter smell intense
The snow had fallen
Was still falling
I thought of several things
The balloons
The popcorn
There you were
Jumping balloons over balloons
The camera was set up
Over there
Filming for the scrap book
There will be smiling
You in the white skirt
Me in white shorts
Smells of popcorn drawn on pages
Ummms on film
Sighs all night long


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 757

Dear Readers,


Pretend it's green


She said Okie Dokie
Smiles
I love her kibbitzing style
We have been doing this
For ages
She fits me like a single sheet of paper
Sides unknown
The feeling of a mingling
That can't be deduced
Say something
Something
There on video
There in a scrap book
Longer than the mail
Solid sided cubic card deck
There on the table set
The kitchen table in the cabin
Green table clothe
Or is it red
We might be pretending
It could be the snowflake white
Soft to touch
Smells of winter
Tastes of kisses

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 756

Dear Readers,


White Skirt

There she twirled in a skirt
It was like that one in May
Yet it was was March
It was a bit cooler
It was a porch
It was in a city down south
Outside where the flowers grew
Over the grass by the garden plots
There with a smile
The feet in what she was wearing
The skirt was filled with brightness
The flowers seemed to notice her
I video taped her
She wanted to hide her face
Though she did stare at me
I stared at her
The camera screen wasn't my focus
I wanted a good shot
So I tried to keep track
We will have to check later
The need to be there
Focus on her more important
Than the sudden snow falling


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 755

Dear Readers,


Long trip

We got the wandering wantings
We set out on a trip
Planned a few short hops
Sight seeing
Wineries
Cities
House tours
Places to see
Picnics
Ten years later
Scrap books full
Those photos
Still glow
Added to a long flow
Patterned trips
Taken
Long and short
Over the decades
Us always at Home
Hand in hand
Hand in hand

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 754

Dear Readers,


Black tank top

Packed in a suitcase
With no suits in it
Yet there is a shape of things
Shirts that used to fit me
That fit her just fine
Things that we hand picked
For our trips
From shops along the way
Little things not for wearing
Camera film, cards
The scrapbook, pages to write on
There the black tank top
Wrapped in a t-shirt from 2002
Makes my fingers want to dance
When I get to put the shirts
On her skin and see her smile
Feel the heat in the room go up
See the layers of days
When first it was seen
When it was seen again
The months and years gone by
This one fabric held in case
Case of wanting special threads
To be added to the layers
Of cake slice by slice
Entwined fingers

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 753

Dear Readers,


52 mins and 34 seconds

The slice of heaven we had that day
The trip for her had been long
Then Our universe called Home
Slid back and joined in a room
Called Phone
The time noted
See above
Red red Peppermint
In a small glass
Then the pick of next hem to kiss
There the fleece choice made
The letter on the box she made
The sighs and word games played
Slices of time stamps
Odd thoughts
Simple frames
Pictures to look at
Songs sung
Deeds done
Licks slowly told about
Tongue twisters laughed at
There born in a slice of heaven
52 mins and 34 seconds
Held forever

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 752

Dear Readers,


Today I asked

Do I get to pick the color
She said Yes
I said a color
Then I said
Kiss the front top Hem
When the day goes all stressy
I am there at the kiss
My hand soothing you
Inside your belt loops
Hand in a pocket
Coat or jeans
Or skirt edge
Where ever you need me
There soft sweet nothings
Whisper
We love you
As they soak into your skin
There the mirror says
You are awesome
There the window frame
Says
You are perfection
Be that the window to the car
The window in a door
The window in a wall
There you know you are Perfection
Soft wind flows
The wind says
I love you


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 751

Dear Readers,


What she does

Tingles my ears with giggles
Touches my senses with a sigh
Takes away my shyness
Turns me with a look
Tells me her stories
Teaches me art
Tickles my fancy
Tumbles with me into things
Turns my lips hotter
Tells me volumes with a look
Twines our fingers into one
Takes a good photo when I click
Touches my heart
Tickles my belly
Takes my breath away

Soft sounds of the night birds
There the morning birds
Thrilled that she is there
Thankful that she flew by
There is the hot tea
In our cup
Slowly shared
She bought the first ones
Picked out of many
Her senses I consume
Her sounds I crave
Sighs so soft her lips just open
There is that thought
When I first kissed her lips
The softness just so memory aglow

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 750

Dear Readers,


Ice Cream Sunday

The snow fell for hours
She got the camera out
Took a lot of photos
Me barefoot in the snow
The squirrels in the feeder
The birds there too
We fed them both
Even the deer further down
There was a lot of snow
We found the protect section
Made a huge bowl of Ice Cream
Real cream
Real Ice
Snowy Ice
There it was sunday
The first sunday with snow
There that year
Or was it 10 years ago
Then when the photos get printed
You'll see the scrap book filled
There the years of Sundays
And Ice Cream

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 749

Dear Readers,


Vase of stems

The wire project was on the table
The city table was where we were
The wire bits out on a board
Making a vase
Making flowers
Odd things
Needed no water
There were patterns we'd worked on
Things we'd seen
Copies of art we liked
Made some of our own
There in the winter day
Cold out
The birds many in the yard
Fed by use and the seeds
The table was full of time
Then a roll
Gone in a few
The vase done
The flowers all dipped
There the stems
In a vase
Wire framed all
Color all over the place
Her shining like the first day
Brand spanking new
Awesome

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 748

Dear Readers,


Flow

The slow sunset clouds sparkle
There she is standing
Looking west and at me
There I am seeing her fresh
Just stepped through a door
There the first time
Years gone by still fresh
As a brand new flower
Oh so sweet the scene
She is younger than me
Always
And
Forever
There standing by the wind
The flow of her close
The being of her sweet
The soul twined
The two of us Home
Standing watching mingling
Flow the ages past
Chimes ringing the sound
Hands in one

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 747

Dear Readers,


Book Shelves

There was a city to make
There the barbershop
The board was two piece
Special hinges let it fold
We'd taken the time to plan
She's a great drafter
I like to draw
We design well together
The city was a gift to her
The board and land us
...working out the landscapes
...doing a scene for the season
...though the town was set in winter
We had started thinking
Where would they go in spring
So over hill and over dell
The world of city scape
Got a few tweaks over the years
This one in this wooden box
Those in their own
Like the toy trains
That we had seen on that trip
Two weeks ago
Boxes set with folded city maps
Wood work for handy days.

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 746

Dear Readers,


Couch cuddles

The TV wasn't a big feature
We had one, it sat on a stand
The old one over there
Old enough some kids didn't know it
They thought it a flower pot or fish tank
It had pictures on it at times
When on
Dvd's or old tapes
One evening we used it for shows
Recorded while gone on trips
Couch cuddles watching them
City house
Lots of cushions
Long time cuddles
Hot tea
Plans for spring flowers
Out at the cabin
There by the spring
Over on a soft couch
By the art table
Okay it's a fold up
Easy to unclutter
Cuddles on the couches
Where ever we are
Cuddles

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 745

Dear Readers,


Warm Tea

The thermos had the tea from last night
It was still warm
The miracle of metals
Something to help your cold
Ease the soreness help the day
Go easy and warm tea
Brewing some more
To last the day
We might go somewhere
We might not
Tea would be handy
Either way the day flowed
Soft gloves warm on the inside
There the coat hung dry
The wood stacked
The temps turned up
So you will be easy
Dry and cuddled with arms of warmth
With arms of warmth
Cuddled into the day
Into the night

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 744

Dear Readers,


Her

Sitting there on a couch
The couch in a house
The house down south
Way down south
There just a bit to my right
She sits there
Calm sorta
Feet moving faster
When I look her way
Say
Hi
Then she smiles and
Goes back to the game
But looks up over the edge
Glasses on
Soft eyes
There looking at the words
Just sent
There
Just read
Warm tea in a cup
Full of warm tea
Poured out of a thermos
Right here by my hand
Poured in hot this morning
Hot like her on the couch

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 743

Dear Readers,


The Green Shirt


Soft cotton on skin of alabaster
Blonde tabby long hair soft
Just brushes the shoulders
Held the camera frame still
Mind's eye of you there finger's touch
The sleeves made short long ago
The cutoffs in a red bag in a red case
There you sit in the shirt
Frame by frame video runs
Tabby blonde hair soft on green
Cat purrs heard my lips make
Cat purrs your sighs are
The soft green stripes slowly seen
Close dreamy feelings in mind's eye
On camera screen our purrs heard
The day is there and in future too
The shirt awaits your touch
Calls out your name when you get near
Whispers it as it travels to you
Soft sounds you make as you read
Thoughts steam the screen


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 742

Dear Readers,


Thoughts times 4


The day we met face to face
The fun of space and time
The sudden wow signal imprint
There You were
The once and always
There with all the blonde hair
The sights and sounds of voice
And the sounds of sighs
The sudden softness
Ever and always
For a space unknown in ever
There you stand and now too
The kiss of touch
The touch of thoughts
The touch of feather light
Light sending your text my way
Light in the space of time
Soul send to Soul always
Ever present
There in my fingers as I type
There in your fingers as you sleep
There as you weave dinner
Reading lines we write
Reading lines as we type
Reading lines as you bike
There in the streams of ever after
The sounds of your sighs

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 741

Dear Readers,


Thoughts times 3


There the parking lot snow
Covered a bush near by
There your coat rough
Black dark and oh so sweet
The blonde hair
There the ask
Glasses off, can I see your eyes
The glare for them harsh
The surprise of black and white
Come alive
Come alive as you blink
Reality setting firm traces
Making the electric lines tingle
The edges of reality
Crashing firm to place
There you see without the shade
There I see without the shade
The sounds of suddenness sudden
Yet we speak little
The hands doing the talking
The fingers tingle fresh
Feelings as I type
As you read
The moment keen set in a feather fluff
Full of stone and hard places
Where memory of bike rides lurk
When you did the runs
Look at his blog
See the spaces
The slight line curves
The sight of his hands in yours
There that day
There that day

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 740

Dear Readers,


Thoughts times 2


The flake landed and melted
What to say
What to do
He is here
He will see me
What to say
Kiss his fingers
Kiss his lips
Kiss his future
Kiss him now
You thought a thousand thoughts
Even you don't remember them all
I only saw
Hey she's
And then the rest
The history is here
Laid out in verses
Laid out in memory
Laid out for others to see
Thin feathers of time
Lines poets wrote
Lines of spanning library visits
Lanes the bikes ride
Ridden down memory lane
That road to my front door
There a thread of fine fabric
On porch swing caught
The thread of flowers
Steel paint and held
Out to your hand
The flowers of time
The scents of here and now

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 739

Dear Readers,


Thought times 1

There are those things she does
They stem from ages riding a bike
Off to the library
To get a favorite author
Or several
She read the blog
Confusion and all
The lines where I just free verse
The lines of odd bits
Things struck her to say
Then she did
Lines and lines only heard in my head
Seen not but by me and God
Heard in her head as she typed them
By her and God
Written with meanings
Hidden from all
Held fast by electrons and God
Reporting back to us
Later in a thought stream
Heard by poets
Spoke by media here and there
Then a snow flake
Landing on her car
As she spied me pass by

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 738

Dear Readers,


Whisper

I love you
Soul of my Soul
White coat in elevator
Kiss of hand
Soft ribbed clothe
Pillow telling me of you
The plates slowly whisper
..Set us over there
..Put the eggs on us
..She'll notice the wine
There the wind sighs
Curtains tune into the song
Radio sounds
Snow falling on parking lot
Night lights soft as tea smells
Talking on the phone early mornings
The sounds the porch swing makes
As you sit and glide
There hand in hand
Over by the cabin door
In the back yard looking south
On the front steps of yonder house
We whisper
Soft
I love yous
Over against our lips
Nose to nose
A kiss

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 737

Dear Readers,


The call

Voice on other end soft
I love you
Many times over
Threads of sounds
Spread wide over edges
Heard deep in ears
Down to the edges
Where sleep blends sounds
There the cuddles of sound
The soft you
Love tones
I being two
Two of us
Over the long spaces
Riding waves of held hands
There on pillow cases
The sheets held soft
The bodies mingle
The cuddle of heard sighs
The calls the same
Voices
Held soft
Soul of my Soul
Held in hands cuddled deep

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 736

Dear Readers,


The folded shirt

There it sat on the table
Whose clothe covering was green
It was a nice shirt
Green with fine stripes
Thin lines some darker
Some lighter
There it sat folded
But not folded
The edges were open
The buttons unhooked
The sleeves short
Skin soft as the fabric sat there
Wanting to have her in it
Wanting her skin to touch
The table clothe whispered
I'd like to have her near me too
Are they coming back to us soon
The door frame whispered
They said after a short trip
Might have been to town a plate said
Eggs and milk and something about more tea
The tea kettle clattered a long yes
They'd be home soon
To touch all the things
They did when in the cabin
The shirt smiled
And the table clothe too

Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.

Poem for her 735

Dear Readers,


The snow pile

The snow pile was as high as the gate
The gate was only up to my elbow
The snow had blown there overnight
The day was longer than yesterday
Great piles of leaves covered white
The flowers peeked out under the trees
There the birds sat counting seeds
One, two, munch, one, munch
They were never going to count very high
The snow shovel was out in a shed
Behind the gate full of snow
The swing was asking the snow something
They were whispering softly
Barely heard above the birds counting seeds
One, two, munch nibble crunch
They softly asked each other
Are the days getting longer
Yes a bird chirped as she ate a seed
I have plans for my next nest making
There is a branch i like over yonder
Up in the walnut tree
Then off she flew with a bit of flutter
The snow sighed
Oh well the days get longer and warmer
See you all again next year


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 734

Dear Readers,


The porch swings too


They sit in lazy sunshine
The birds ask them questions
When will they be back
What did they last say
Where was it they mentioned us again
The questions could vary
As the forest floor's flower cover
There the flowers could ask
Hey which ones are in the vase up there
The swings just sigh
They like to be sat on
That there are more than one
Means not all can be
The couple seems to travel a bit
They do bring a blanket and pillow
So there is a lot of gossip
Amoung the cotton fibers
The sound of a car door
Excites the town swing
The gate gives a shout
They brought a suitcase
Is that a new picnic basket?
Sounds the birds make
As the seeds hit the grass
The soft foot falls of spring
There on a porch swing deck make

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.