Evergreen
There will be one last word
I will say it to you
There will be one last sunrise
We will watch it together
There will be one last road
We will walk it together
There will be one last meal
We will share it together
There will be one last drink
We will toast it together
There will be one last breath
I will take it with you by my side
grumpy vegetables came marching over the hill to do their best.
They had heard of a weird new rule they wanted to contest.
Radishes and carrots were to stay in one bin, away from the potatoes.
But where did that leave the lettuce, turnips, parsley and tomatoes?
They came in with faces full of angry gloomy thunder clouds.
Ready to wrestle with anyone, their expressions dour as shrouds.
The farmer saw them coming and said what now? To his wife.
She rolled her eyes, said “I’ve got this,” and took out a paring knife.
Yes, she knows me, she’s known me from the start
Soulmates throughout eternity, she knows me in her heart
She knows the words my heart would say
And knows the thoughts I think each day
She sees my smile and knows its cause
And feels my love without a pause
She knows the joy that we feel
When once again we’ve topped a hill
And all the love when we embrace
When we have finished a 5K race
She knows I love her for her mind
Unique, intelligent, the creative kind
I promised a life of love and adventure
But that first kiss of her hand was the heart-melding clincher
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dog praying hard reform
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I hated him,
fought with him,
threw words sharp enough to cut.
I called him a psycho,
as if he was
and he—
he just nodded,
as if guilt was his to bear.
He took my beatings,
my storms,
without a single strike back.
And when I broke,
when tears came like floodwater,
he didn’t turn away.
He pulled me close,
patted my hair,
and whispered,
“It’s okay… I will be with you.”
That was the moment,
like Tom understanding Jerry,
we stopped being enemies—
and became something more.
Glory to her hands that stitched the green,
That sought the pieces of a love torn wide:
For her strong grief, a river spilling light:
For her sharp magic, beautiful and keen,
That found the fragments and refused to hide:
And knit his broken body back from night.
All things lost, scattered, shattered, and undone:
Whatever's broken (who can say why?):
She holds the pieces, breathes them into form:
She births the sun from what was not a sun:
Let life begin.
There once was a fellow retired,
Whose freedom his wife much admired,
She urged, “Go get social,
Plan trips—don’t be glacial!”
But he’d nap in his chair, as desired.
The Itsy Bitsy Spider
Met the Farmer in the Dell
But Bitsy bit the Farmer
And the Farmer's hand would Swell
So the Farmer called his Wife
To the Barn that's in the Dell
Her Foot that wasn't Itsy
Then sent Bitsy straight to Hell
Wait for me, my sweet heart, don’t go,
About you, I dreamed all my blossoming youth,
My heart serenaded you with my love song,
Alas, they were lost in the whispering wind.
Wait for me, my sweet heart, don’t leave me behind,
With the grace of God, you came to me as a runway star,
With love and affection, we marched on life’s treacherous paths,
On one sad day, you said good bye and never returned.
Wait for me, my sweet heart, don’t leave me alone,
My hope to be with you lingers in my heart,
My joys are desolate, my songs have lonely tunes,
My tears dried in the core of my heart.
Wait for me, my sweet heart, till I am satisfied,
With love overcoming grief, with love conquering all the hurdles,
Till all my dreams and desires get fulfilled,
Sweet heart, please don’t go!
I said, "Since I got my brand-new dentures today,
can we maybe try some new adventures today?"
She said, "I think I have to wait a bit ~
That new smile! I just can't get used to it.
So, let's do the same old adventures tonight, okay ~
after we pray?"
Then she appeared, like morning’s glow,
Through pixel-light our truths would flow.
I swore that love was just a game,
She held my doubts without the shame.
A year we spoke in midnight streams,
Trading hope through fragile dreams.
I gathered courage, soft but true,
“To keep in touch—could that be you?”
Two weeks passed, the silence thin,
Then at 2 a.m., she pulled me in.
We waited years for love’s first spark,
It found me ill, yet warmed my heart.
Thanksgiving night, alone in bed,
Her words, the feast I had instead.
“You’re my girlfriend,” she slyly said,
I teased, “Since when? You’ve not asked yet.”
Her laugh came through like summer air,
“I’m asking now—if you dare.”
Two thousand sixteen marked the start,
Seven days to claim my heart.
Kisses whispered, shadows fled,
We spoke our love in what we said.
The world declared we were all wrong,
But side by side, we both grew strong.
When winter comes it’s very cold
You’re always near for me to hold
In the summer when it’s hot
Your iced sweet tea sure hits the spot
Then fall arrives with blowing leaves
Hand in hand walking in the breeze
Spring brings beauty and hope in life
Just like you my soulmate and wife
Last night held me
in its quiet arms—
no dreams to speak of,
just the weight of you
pressed soft against my skin.
Each awakening—
a smile tethered to your breath,
falling back into that tender space,
where love lingers
like a whispered promise.
You’re intoxicating—
a breath caught between heartbeats,
breathtaking, yet blind
to the beauty you wear like a second skin.
Maybe it’s the words I’ve thrown,
sharp and mean,
the cracks I’ve carved in trust—
I want to mend them,
but apologies twist
into the silence you resist.
I’m sorry for the shadows I’ve cast—
for doubting when you’ve shown your light.
Healing stretches wide,
a path I’m still learning to walk,
step by cautious step.
I want to grow old beside you,
to hold you up
and show the world your glow—
to build a home
where our love survives the storms.
We’ll find our way—
if we meet each other halfway,
if we soften where it counts—
because love isn’t loud,
but it stays when nothing else does.
Two days fold into quiet hums,
breath held beneath a calm pulse.
Words spill like rivers too fast,
caught before they reach the sea—
soft currents pulling me past.
A new path flickers, shadows bend,
anxiety’s tide that crashes, then breaks.
Beneath it all, a fire whispers—
slow as dawn’s first gentle light,
soft as skin that will not end.
Hands move in gentle rhythm,
peeling layers, shedding time.
Love weaves through steam and silence,
a thread that holds between heartbeats—
quiet grace in simple signs.
She doesn’t know the weight of light,
how small touches untangle night.
Mornings bloom inside the cracks
where words are barely breath—
soft laughter trailing on.
Steam rises, curling slow,
time bends to a sacred flow.
The house in dreams awaits,
balconies bathed in honeyed glow—
a room that waits to know.
Woke on the wrong side —
a restless bed,
skin warm like summer sun,
a stomach twisting softly,
aching with quiet longing.
Trying to taste the day —
flavors fall away,
waiting for evening’s slow light
to open the door again.
Sadness lingers —
a gentle ghost inside,
her voice soft in the silence,
a shadow I hold close.
I reach —
to touch the place
where I feel whole,
hold the gentle hand
that sometimes grows tired —
rolling eyes like waves
that soothe the edges of me.
A Beatles song hums —
when I touch you,
I feel happy inside…
Those words wrap me gently,
a warmth I cannot hide,
even when the world feels too bright.
I tell her —
not for the first time —
that holding hands
is the quietest kind of home.
And though she rolls her eyes,
I know she knows —
because I keep telling her.
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