romantic poetry
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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
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You are Gaelic beautiful, mystical, lyrical, recognizable, incomprehensible, not easily translated Yet I love to listen to your rhythms with heart, soul, eyes you are a romance language I can always listen to, try to read, knowing no matter how much I read and hear, I could never be truly fluent in you Read more
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You can use a sundial as easily as a Rolex an egg timer will perform like a Timex count the days with an abacus or hourglass leather-bound planner or electronic gizmos all that matters is the sun rises, the sun sets and you are spending your lifetime with me Read more
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Love is like a day at the county fair flashing neon, loud music, exotic sights, smells, sounds, enticements sensory overload You know you shouldn’t over indulge but you do and then you get sick but what a ride, oh what a ride! Faster! Faster! Faster! Up! Down! All around! Spinning! Dropping! Whirling! Faster! Faster! Spinning Read more
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Love is an oscillating lawn sprinkler you may have to periodically adjust your positioning maybe adjust the pressure just a bit yet sooner or later most everything gets sprinkled Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 