romantic poem
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“I would slay a dragon for you!” said he from out of the blue his lilting voice a hopeful spontaneous, off-hand musing had him hoping for more as she looked up from her paperback mystery romance “There are no dragons” she stated flatly, perplexed as he quietly sighed, continued reading yesterday’s newspaper Read more
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“Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?” “I do.” “You may now kiss the bride. Liar.” Read more
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The daughter of close friends looks at my son like that they have known each other since first grade – a time when looking at each other like that would have been unthinkable; icky, gross…dis-GUS-ting! Now she looks at him like that When I first noticed her looking his obliviousness was a comfort but now… Read more
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You opened me like a book thumbed through the pages of boldly outlined pictures mercurially finding one you chose your weapon from boxed arsenal; a sharp one, new to the point and unused you are the 64-box of Crayola’s using all the colors of you to flesh out the person that is me the picture… Read more
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Dinner with my Valentine; wine and Sinatra Fine haiku-be-do-be-do… Read more
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Less frequently but with far more purpose, much sharper focus than my younger, more myopic days my workday mind meanders from the daily mundane to stray to tantalizing, sometimes R-rated thoughts, possibilities for later cerebral erotica starring my oh-so- vixenish-after-twenty-years wife My mind’s eye squints to concentrate on the unfolding cinematic epic in my head when… Read more
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Light tumbles from her window staining the grass below; elongated rectangle of bright green in the night a trap-door of illumination I want to step on, fall through, down; down into the dusty cellar where she waits by that light. Read more
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Love is a driver’s license photo You know who the person in the picture is – sort of, maybe you think it is you – your glazed eye, mug-shot provenance makes even you double-check triple-check yourself in the mirror the morning after facial expression defying logical description; contorted hybrid of happiness and electrocution-by-chair It was… Read more
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She loves me, she loves me not Played that game as a kid, for fun with and without the flower, played it frequently later, for keeps Won once or twice I have over picked my life’s quota of prophetic daisies, come out on either side of the nursery rhyme sometimes the right verse, wrong time… Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 