happy birthday to my daughter, Amy. my little girl has grown up. she is only terrific. only heart. only love. she makes me cry.
I want to kiss you so badly. I've been waiting for so long. On that soft warm earth we lie. Our arms clutching fearfully, desperately. A light breeze, silent rustle of green gently parading about us. Sunbeams dart in ripples of shade. In the air, sweetest of hints. All that I see is. Your eyes. I am in your eyes. Breath. Gasps. Our mouths dripping of time. Our loins hungrily clinging. Longing. Need. All is silent. Time is no longer. Need passes. My eyes held in yours. Yours in mine. Silent desperation is ended. We cry out, "my love"...........Our love !
I saw a girl the other day
her eyes had flash
her hair was red
my hair is gray
feel left out of room to play
but the blood flowed
deep breaths occurred, as had been
there's that memorable sweetness in the air
now that spring is here
a young man's fancy
though I suppose that I shall forever feel it
to ever live a young man's fancy?
I will never live it again
for, I'm not a young man
it's not that I don't fancy
I've found a wonderful lover
all of our dreams are coming true
day after day after day
it's just that, at age 15
as one is filled with that rare air
a new feeling
their being becomes one of exhilarating adventure
so new, so encompassing, so alien, so welcome
a young man discovers being driven
to that love which is all possessing
it's suddenly
all that matters
this is the most beautiful part of life
when you first discover love
why can't we all feel this?
day after day after day
our whole lives through
but tis sad
one may only feel that first time
the first time
but we never forget that feeling
we miss it
This too is a poem (just written) by little Kaitlyn.
in the early morning, I hear birds singing a joyful song
late afternoon, I hear cars going back and forth
I then hear an owl singing it's late night song
these are the sounds of earth that warm my heart every day
to know that nature is out of harms way
these are the things I am happy about
each and every beautiful day and night
because these are earth's sounds
This poem was written by my 8 year old granddaughter, Kaitlyn.
as I see colors, I think of you
you are my darling, my rose of joy
my angel sent down from heaven
each glance of your beautiful face makes a rainbow appear
somebody may say that you're bad,
but I say they're wrong
colors of the world look like you on a special day
when I see you, my colors glow
were only to ask
of love
it would shower you....
to speak
a kind word
soon covered over with like....
to need
to plead
answers dance at your feet....
your eyes
a smile
soon overwhelmed, spirits glow....
do you love me?
I think you know
I have always loved you....
I shall forever
I could never be
without loving you....
You are so beautiful. I love you so much.
oh, the rising sun
I awaken and am quickly brimming with joy
instantly my thoughts are of you
as I smile, grateful tears cloud my eyes
in my blessed state, I welcome them
the warmth of your love shall ever comfort me
I dwell in the summer side of life now
our love can only grow
each day that I feed upon our love
leaves me only more ravenous for the next
when I see your eyes
my heart dances
when I touch you
my mind races
every time that we embrace
my spirit soars high above
whenever your lips meet mine
I must melt away
when we make love...
....when we make love....
I have found heaven
I have found home
heaven has found me and carried me home
how may I ever possibly describe?
just what it is
that you have given me
I love you, Lyn
I have become complete
finally!
forever, I will be right here
deep inside you
as you are ever constant in my heart and soul
I could spout eternally of your wondrous beauty
of your precious, tender love
and I will
for now my parched thirsting spirit has been quenched
by your love, an everflowing fountain
I love you so
I can taste her lips on every breath that I take. Any random view that I gaze upon, is magically pictured with her in the frame. I still smell her, now six days later and 200 miles away. I see her face in every turn that I make. I constantly relive her loving caress. I'm just busting for more. We are miserable apart. We have spoiled one another. It was easy. We're not going to ever stop. We have become beside ourselves with love and joy. We laugh constantly. We hug and kiss and make love constantly. Love someone and allow them to love you. We do, and it's fairy tale.
and so I dallied about with my jewel
fully realizing that I was merely a fool
to dare to dream of one so young
made little difference, for I was stung
a lithe gentle spirit gave me such start
it wasn't venom that filled my heart
but pure golden nectar flowed through my veins
blinded by beauty, clouding my brain
oh, to hold this living vision of heaven
all I could do, not to think it a sin
her childlike glory, she welcomed me in
beckoning, calling, again and again
I had little caution of what this meant
to dance with a bloom of the orient
but dance I did, moving about
in the throes of passion was made to shout
she brought me so deep into the light
forgot where I was, it felt so right
we held one another as tight as one can
she made me forget I was just an old man
it seems that love knows little of age
distances, past, it does not gauge
for me, her smile, her touch, it flatters
I learned that now is what really matters
be on time and be prepared
quickly I learned my soul was bared
what have I sought, what had I begun
when informed when I was to run
of pushy and tushy and rules in verse
I sit here and mutter, I snarl, I curse
your rantings, they carry on longer than most
you're a trifle bit wordy, if not quite verbose
I suppose that I must extrapolate
the meaning of that of which you prate
allow me to cut to the chase, if you would
my love demands all things understood
yet I'm still here to hold your hand
walk upon a beach of sand
hearts interweaving as we, all the while
dreading the end of our miracle mile
time we spend, as fellows we travel
unforetold weakness causing unravel
we never heard each other's song
denying, we knew it all along
Hmm.....it's Sunday. another fun day. so too, shall be Monday, and Tuesday. Today's bill of fare is: Spitzad (which today will consist of chicken, beef, pork, and italian sausage, sweet peppers and onions, stewed in crushed tomatoes with a splash of merlot and spiced with herbs de provence, salt and pepper. roast potatoes. brocolli rabe. hearts of romaine tossed salad. beer and wine. (but I, of course will have milk) of course! It's a warm, beautiful day here in Shennandoah Valley. The children are laughing and playing outdoors. Me too. The dogs are running wild with wide glee etched in their faces. I'm not sure just what the cats are doing. Probably drooling. Our most lovely chef is only most lovely. But why would today be any different? Our hosts are toasted and impatiently awaiting lyn and my entering their realm of inebriation. They shan't have long to tarry. Lyn is calling for me to come inside and play. I suppose that I should go now. It is never wise to keep her waiting. Bye......
I offer to rub her legs.
she answers "anywhere, anytime".
eventually, I rub her legs.
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