Part Three

Dear Readers,


Logan looked out at the crowd at the UN there were over 150,000 there that day when His speech would be spoken in so many languages that he'd have to count them again to fathom them all.

Today his real other name was going to be used. Joey. Right hand man to Mr Penney. The nations of the world and the other solar systems and planets all in the confederation had all sent a representative to this gathering over 134 systems strong. He was amazed at the turn out. Never had he seen this many races, colors, creeds or things. Even a rep from Collin7 was there a small female only 5 feet tall, yet with 100's of tentacles waving and talking to the other creatures around her.

Logan woke from his day dream and got back to work his shift had just started. Later that evening he'd look back over the feeds and listen to what his words had done to the crowd.

He hoped the far away Mr Penney he knew would be proud.


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Thus ends part 3 of the story that Logan aka Joey has, the first 2 parts hand written by me were given to him this morning.


May you all have the Peace of Christ.


Charles.

Poem for her 816

Dear Readers,


The reflections


The napkins were stacked neat
I had pen in hands
Three pens and 2 pencils and
She was sitting there
All poems lost meaning
All my words faded
All my sight filled with


Her


Happy Birthday Babe


Charles.

Poem for her 815

Dear Readers,


Tummy yummy cards stuck in Light Bulbs


The art Project was started a long time ago
I am not really sure how to tell when it started
Yet there it is they started arriving by the Bulbs
Large and small and glowing colors of hues of rain
Bow tied, tie dyed, tickled me with the tulips
She is laughing now as I read this to her
I just texted her Phone, then took a flash picture
The room is totally dark yet I can see to type
The feel of the textured keys we'd designed
Flew out the flow stacks at the Organ and Origin
And yet the store front was an Old barn door
That was Jack's in town, they had it on a side road
Near Bill's torn up turnips his food stand
The guys and gals of town always laugh when we show up
We have something going on, It's a stated secret
The love affair we've had with silly nilly
Creation's and crafts over on Scott street
They aren't a street it's a deadend into a solid wall
Of old stone mountain kinda thing , yet here we are
Still singing the lovely blues and hues and dues
At the Library for Over due books has funded nothing at all
If you miss the deedline we give you three more books
To cheer you along as you might never have to give
The first 4 you borrowed last week, yet Jack took one
So there you have it
Light Bulbs with Tummy Yummy cards
Stuck to your door at where ever we think you will see them


Happy Birthday Babe,

PS They are full flavored as well as gummy candies
and shortbread stacks
And things like notes see above^

Charles.

Poem for her 814

Dear Readers,



Shuffled cards


Sitting there at a table cards in hand
We play a game we invented

The game looks like another
Feels like it too
Yet only played by us two

So there is the score pad
Filled with numbers and lines
The big Heart is her
I'm labeled as me

There the candle burns low
The dawn is just now showing
We'd played all night
We'd been enjoying the free time
Sleep would arrive soon

The weeks of games laced with flowers
Made from dried petals and ribbon
There on the green table clothe
In a vase by the hot mint tea
From fresh mint sprigs

Shuffled cards on the night stand
Pillows fluffed
Hair out of ponytails
Spread on the pillows
Us side by side
Slumbering off the mid summer day


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 813

Dear Readers,


Shaded yard


Sunlight hidden by rain clouds
Grass dripping still from rain
Even if the sun were bright,
The yard would be shaded dim
Leaves of tall trees facing south
Only morning light hits the benches
Set like they are beside a porch swing
Flowers waiting for full summer still buds
Then four O'Clocks will burst sweet
Now moss and water and swampy feel
The rains seem to linger longer
Wanting to go sit out under the shade
Find a good spot and kiss for a while
Read a story out loud to her
Then kiss some more as the light fades


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 812

Dear Readers,


Notes


Numbers from a card game
You winning a drawing contest
The recipe we were making
Books are filled with notes
Some on napkins others on boxes
Pencil and pens even a few with paints
The wire rimmed flowers drawn out
Where to get supplies for projects
More notes than notepads
How to kiss while on a train
The note read in pink lip stick
There on a pillow case
Was an art project Idea
I looked at the note and smiled
We'd taken that train ride
The pillow case was ours
The lip stick we'd bought
The color pink like the roses
Also on the pillow case
A paper note said
Kissing on a train took days
We didn't want to stop for meals

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 811

Dear Readers,


Rain

The water flowed down the street
A river of sorts with waves
Thunder shook the sky as buckets fell
Each with a drop of water
Filling the sound with light
That made the day stormy
We wondered if it would stop
Raining buckets of flower petals
Knocked from the blooming trees
Pollen wasn't a problem now
Marshy yard and muddy feet might be
We wondered if the rain would ever go
Then the sunshine arrived
Clouds still dark to the east
Out west the sun peeked out
Heating the leaves and flowers
Smelling of buttercups and roses
Now to get out the canoe
And glide down the street
Off to the store for a soda pop

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 810

Dear Readers,


Summer slumber


The ceiling fan made a whir sound
The air moved over her warm body
She lay there sleeping next to me
I listened to her breathing
Also to the fan as it's wind stirred us
I wanted to listen to her all night
Knowing soon I'd drift off to sleep
As the summer night wore on
The air finally chilled enough
I drifted off to the land of nod
There she was in a snow drift
Winter snow suit blue or green
There were roses at her feet in the snow
I wondered at this then awoke
There was a soft kiss on my face
She was asking me something
The night had turned to dawn
Breakfast was the question
I said softly my answer
Then we kissed a long time


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.