morning -#24

there is a calm quiet at
this time of the morning
nothing stirring about in the neighborhood
no early walkers out for a lap around the block
or golf carts in gear across on the green
but birds are chirping
and the sun is rising over the house
this is the time i love best –

missing you -#23

nobody has to tell me what this is
no strange illness or mysterious disease
the late night aches and early morning blues
have lasted longer than expected
the insane need for conversation into the middle of the night
used to be good for my mind and body
but the recent lack if seems to make it hard for me
to concentrate
and my daily dose of kisses were good
for my overall attitude not to mention my smile
which happens less and less these days
i don’t need no doctor to tell me
i’m missing you
cuz you did a body good

the dance – #22

she stood there for a long time
admiring this stranger from across the room
watching his hand at the small of his dance partner’s back
the way they glided effortlessly around the room
she couldn’t turn away
studied his broad shoulders
his dashing eyes
handsome face
and the longer she watched, she became acutely aware
of her hand on the table beside her
allowing herself to rest on its hardness
she continued to stare
could not resist the urge to let her eyes
follow the length of his legs
from foot to waist then waist to floor
wondering if she had ever been held as close
surveyed every single expression he made
the music slowed and in the spur of the moment
realized how altogether lonely
she really was

shame -#21

everything about him was larger than life
the way he opened a car door
pulled a chair out from under the table
put out a cigarette
he wasted so much time being extra
it was such a shame
that few people ever saw him be himself.

POEM #20

it seemed time to end the charade
let willie go back to the chocolate factory
enough games have been played
someone must have forgotten to ring the bell
when visiting hours were over
because she stayed longer than he loved her.

this is space – #19

this is space
the gap between the lines
you are waiting for me to fill with some phenomenal words
that never come
this is space
the distance between my pen and my brain
and every year about this time
i write a poem like this
about this very space
this chasm of nothingness
this interlude of naught
this hollow slit of inconsistency

table for two -#18

table for two

i shall set a lovely table
a table just for two
to dine alone with wine and candles
revel deep in quiet conversation
then somewhere between the appetizer and dessert
i hope to gaze deep into your eyes
and you in mine
no phones or outside distraction
just an old fashioned date for two
i shall set a lovely table
a table just for me and you

lost things -#17

lost things

i have lost a ton of things in my lifetime-
a gold ring with a ruby stone
a pair of silver diamond earrings i treated myself to
a cashmere sweater with small covered buttons
a bible with my initials embossed on the front cover-
all mysteriously disappeared;
left behind in some place probably not secret at all-
inappropriately mishandled by some strange hands
but the memory of some things have lasted longer
than the actual thing itself probably would have;
the memory helps me hold on tighter-
appreciate more.
I have lost a ton of things in my lifetime
but some memories of those things
may last forever.

Poem #16 -miss muffett’s response

(a response to the spider who frightened Little Miss Muffett)

sometimes one may thinketh thyself alone
so siteth quietly to have a bite-
then suddenly along some other thing
shall come and givest rare a fright-
and push thyself unexpectedly
from thy cushioned perch unto the floor
then in some heated rage
thy come most def undone
and vent with swift and heated pace
a most befitting blow for one-
and swat that thing that didest come
to frighten thyself away-
with satisfaction knowing he’ll not live
to see another day.

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