One Eleven Formerly Ashley's

Dear Readers,



Old Home week.


Prose by rose and the comets
The stars on these stares flash
The old streets of the River Market
Tracks tuned to the timing of lights
Those thoughts of yesteryear
Those alleys and byways
Old leases torn apart
Flames of fire shot up over the river
Off bridges torn out
Broadway bands with bands of steel
Rebuilt spans that tune up
History that makes scents of rose
The times they changes as wheels turn
The fly over of a Falcon Jet
They said Hi there Charles
I said Hi angels
They smiled our secret coded musing
The wait staff knew me
Up the tip I said one day
She mused, how great of you
I smiled and said I play pool
This isn't a polo
It's a Tea Time fused Short Bread
Sweet she thought
I smiled again and
Kevin Pride walked by
Retired now
I was before him, retired at 41
I am slowly aged
Root stock of Ozark hills
Robinson of longer ago than most
Not a ghost walker like dad is
His steps never heard even by cats
His gait is still full of spry steps
These M M Cohn history buffs
Tad, Dan, and Don and dad
Teamed to tune the olden times
All those four retired too
As far as I know alive and well
The drink of choice on my mind
Port
Aged in those places and styles
I've never tasted yet
Bride to be zzzz she is sleeping
In another Poem for her post
1,000's of them she's read
From me to her
She hasn't seen my local spaces
The cabin the woods still we are making
The time flies when fun is to be had
One Eleven
I seek a Port of call
List with glasses I need to wear
To read it, Hunting a better pair
To pear and bond and root stock too
Happy Birthday To all of you out there too.


Charles.

Aka

The Professor.

Poem for her 782

Dear Readers,


Yours

Forever in the dream of your thoughts
Touching mine from far away
You just sitting there watching my face
Listening to me talk camera eye watching
You sitting in a candy stripe cinnamon smell
You sitting there the sound of hand on belly
Rubbing the skin touch so sweet
The need to touch our togetherness
Felt from the first day we were born
The need to know the hand full of you
The scene seen through lens of US
The belt loops tugged on then a smile
The shirt tucked just so the same way
Both alike as cut from the same sheet
The paper made in the hand made shop
Over there in yonder mill house spring
The flowing waters of the shower
Dripping water from the sky
Kissed off my finger tips as we smile
Honey on toast and the buttered grahams
There the eggs said perfectly done
Yonder window sill you sit cat purring
There I am and always have been
Yours

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 781

Dear Readers,


Yellow and Green Forth


The land was a bit rocky
The timber was mixed
Lots of Pines and others
There was that spring
That stream
Those ponds off a hillside
There was a glade
Some other land attached
The price was just about
The ideas flowed almost as fast
As the rain from the sky
Then he saw the sunflowers
They were hidden on a bank
There at the edge of a rock fence
The place had seen people once
Like a lot of places
There the sign said
Pick me


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 780

Dear Readers,


Yellow and Green with thee


The Yellow van smiled
The car smiled too
They had become best cars
Friends of the motor sort
They knew their drivers well
They said see ya to the over van
Which smiled and said
Hi ho hi ho it's off land hunting
I go
And vroom up the rev it went
Out of the yard
With the two in the front seat
She asked if the two could
And he said yes
And they did
Radio was a loud thing
For the music
They sang too

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 779

Dear Readers,


Yellow and Green too


The van still sat in it's space
The car was there too
This time it was in a city
Far away fro the other
The mint tea in the growler hot
The plans in our hands
What to do
The car was hers
As a side note
That one she'd always wanted
The one she dreamed of
The color her pick
The trip today
Was in another van
We were land hunting
Roads might be iffy
The plans in hand
The sheets of paper damp
It was foggy
We were hyped

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 778

Dear Readers,



Yellow and Green

The yellow van stood in a parking lot
The blonde looked at me through a window
Her car was parked near by
I smiled and said
The answer to that old question is
I pictured you on the table
You said table clothe
I thought yeah
Best to have a table clothe
Under you
On that table
In the cabin
In the woods


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 777

Dear Readers,



Sailing the night

Looking up at the stars
The telescope's slow whir
The sound of you breathing
The soft fall of leaf
The night birds telling tales
There the expanse of stars
The soft cuddle of our coats
Kiss your neck
Hear you mew
The night could be long
Seeing things up there
Holding you down here
Talk about the project
A star party with you
The main star
Holding your hands
Gliding side to side
Dance under the warm summer
Hope for a shooting star
Photo to take
Yours in the scrap book full
The long long kiss
Sailing into the night


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 776

Dear Readers,


Project

Paint was all over the canvas
As well as her nose
Some even on her toes
There on the painting shirt
New bits of color as well
Pink on the shirt from last week
Blue from today
There the purple yellow on nose
The red and green on a toe
The other colors mixed and blended
The some brush glossy clean
The kiss of her finger tips
On my face as she lightly
Touched paint there too
Adding to the scene
I took photos of the canvas
And of us two
The clean up was a long
Hot shower there in the cabin
Over the stone of the tiles
Ones we had made in the city
For the country shower room
Little Projects for us
Painted noses and toes so cool
Hot showers another cool thing

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 775

Dear Readers,


Chocolate Mint

Grown out back under the trees
Grown over by the edge of the walk
Grown in town and by cabin
There in a steamy Mug hot
There at your lips warm
Flowing down the glass cold
The early spring and mid summer
The smell mixed with others
Cookies on the counter top
Some you made
Some I made
They all get a kiss from us
The gentle day flows toward evening
Trying to get your cold gone
There the neck rub steady
The soft flow of music
Mint tea hot in your mug
Close at hand
There the bit of graham cracker
Butter topped on a plate
The day drifts to a close
Soft kiss on nose
Night kisses till dawn

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 774

Dear Readers,


Soft too


The edge of your shoulder soft
Still in the night as you sleep
Your soft skin glides slowly under my fingers
I try hardly to touch
There is that feel
Skin just so, the felt of hair
The sound of your intake
As I hit a nerve and you stir
Then softly whisper
I love you
As we roll toward each other
The night awake slightly more
The edges of dream softly glide away
As you feel the heat of my breath
Right at your ear
There I say
Good morning Babe
The kiss of skin to skin
Long into the dawn

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 773

Dear Readers,


Soft

The feather soft touch
Down your back as you sleep
Touching shoulder then ribs
The sides of your hip
The back of your legs
Pillow there too
The feather goes down
Toward the toes
You stir in your dream
Is he there you mind asks
Or is it just the Pillow
Laid on the early evening
Soft fur like skin touching you
Then the whisper
I love you
Heard in your ear
The warm breath
There at the edge of hair
The touch starts again
Soft at the edges
There again
I love you
Heard in the waking edges
Kissed to your shoulder
Barely there
Touched so soft
I Love you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 772

Dear Readers,


5:55


The clock read
The doorbell rang
The white coat was shed
The mint tea poured
The day over
The fire going
A vase of flowers
The toast buttered
The eggs mixed and ready
Stove hot
The flavors airborne
Smooth the day away
Fingers on muscles
Lotion on feet
Sit down to eat
Dinner ready
Soon a hot Shower
The sauna too
Off to the warm bed
Slumber soon
Day is free t dawn
Soft cuddles
Softer kisses
Dreams


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 771

Dear Readers,


PJs


The long work day full of standing
The trip home long and tiring
The road rough and a bit muddy
There the porch light on
The hot mint tea poured from a thermos
The Fire place going strong
The PJs laid out and warm
The small of your back tender from bending
Rubbed on slow
The pain eased
The day slow now that you are home
Food ready
Table set
Sooth you to slumber soon
The cream in the cup of honey whiskey
The hot toddy mulled with spices
There the couch sings your name
The day's long steps drifting away
The sounds of you dozing off close
Off to warm bed
Fireplace glowing
Your PJs soft spring flowers
Off to sleep you go


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 770

Dear Readers,


Flowers in your hair

Blonde tabby cat curled on Pillow
Pillow on the porch swing
Both in the sun through the trees
There is a man out picking flowers
The screen door opens and flowers fall
In a shower about the porch swing
They stay in the cat's hair the most
Little purple violets
Small white flowers
A few yellow ones
Roses of all types
Then in the vase long stems
These made of metal
The petals glazed wire pastels
Swirls of colors and flames
There the sweet smell of spring
The day is joined with a hot tea
Chocolate mint with heavy hearty scent
The day full of sunshine

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 769

Dear Readers,


There

..Is a picture you in a blue shirt
..Sitting on the porch swing
..Standing by our coffee pot
..Sitting in the van waving for me
..You are swinging side to side
..The music is playing with you singing
..You walk down a garden path
..Sit on the garden bench
..You scatter bird seeds
..Stand by the sink, handing me a dish
..In a picture by the moss by a tree
..In a photo I just found
..With the white skirt on again
..With the museum brochure in your hand
..With a spaceman's ice cream in hand
..Planes fly over your head
..Singing in the rain just beyond the door
..Getting the hair out of your face
..Handing me back the towel
..Laughing at the fireplace warm finally
..Hugging me all week long
..Hand on the fork
..Hand on the cup of chocolate mint tea
..saying yummy after that first long sip
There giving me that first kiss

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 768

Dear Readers,


Sight Unseen

The picture old and sharp
The winter day crisp
There a bit of shaking hands
Nervous at the touch
The kiss of hand
There the thoughts stand
I was known by the hair
Blonde smiling eyes
Tug of belt loops
There the cream color coat
The elevator door revealed
Days long past
Remembered still
Memories held like photo stills
Touch of chin
Sighs heard so soft
Seen when lips part
The taste of mint tea hot
There the softness of clothe
Touch a red yarn candy stripe
Sight unseen
Made my day
Slow soft touch

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 767

Dear Readers,


Flowers in her hair

The spring flower show in town
The dusting of flowers we put in a vase
Took a few out
There in the band on her head
They show off blue
The color of her eyes
I took a few photos
She smiled yet turned just so
There the hint of glee
No photo of me
She thought as the shutter clicked
There on the note card
On the scrap book page
Date and time
The flower show forgot
Kissed her a lot
Never left the house

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 766

Dear Readers,

222

Minutes in a Phone call
Times I hugged you this week
The number on the clock
You just looked at
There are fresh snow flakes out
222 fell just over there by the swings
We made a snowman with some
Then the flowers arrived
Spring
Look at them blossom
The red ones by the tree
The purple ones on the limbs
There more than 222 of them
Must be thousands
Over there the ones I pick for salads
There the ones in the grass
222 the number seconds till the moon rises
Zenith of the skies as you walk in the light
There on the porch swing
Swinging in the summer breeze
Swish goes your dress
Swish goes the day
Night time to sleep
Rest in my arms

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 765

Dear Readers,



Cuddles

The cat licked her from toe to toe
Took a long while
Three days they stayed in the Inn
There on the lake
Her to fish
The cat to watch
The nights the cat laid out
Large as could be
Cuddling her to sleep
Tail wrapped around her legs
There was that deep deep purr
Heard till late
When the cat fell into a deep sleep
The mornings were find
Food was great
The cat seemed to know how to cook
Meow
Head to toe
Licking with rough tongue
Watching her fish
Then the last day of fishing
The trip back to the Inn
Slumber the afternoon away
Meow

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.