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If Only For A Little While

Your children only hold your hand For a little while Before they push you away But there’ll come a day When they’ll likely say “Hold my hand, don’t go away” Hold my hand a little longer “Please stay!” “please stay!” …”Please stay”…


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An Inhuman Presence

(If Poe had one, he might have written thusly) The rhythmic thump ‘gainst the floor That resounds Both day and night That gentle rustle, That familiar bustle That accompanies me Through deepest, darkest night That calms my soul And fills the hole That void that Would otherwise exist Presence there That ne’er E’er, ceases to persist Whose touch I feel And who so insists… That I touch in turn And caress in delight… And whose tail thumps Rhythmically, faithfully (and light) And is the measured metronome That calms hearth, heart and home My canine friend, e’er true blue Who helps me through The deepest…darkest…dreary night


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A Winter Ode

Crisp…Crisp the night! ‘Pon cheeks as white as snow Crazy quilt of rimed patterns Limned upon the window Soft…soft the lacy flakes! Each one unique and new Blanket o’er land and lakes Winter’s take on dew Games…games of Fox and Hound! Pristine drifts of frosting Turned into frigid battlegrounds with Brief truces for time defrosting Steam…cottony steam! Wool mittens too near the flame Cold stiff fingers, white as cream Toes frozen from the game Quiet…Winter quiet! (shhhh) Sounds muffled by the fluff Of snow so deep not e’en a peep Can struggle up through the stuff Smoke…writhing smoke! Reaching for the sky Chimneys breathing, tendrils weaving Rising with a sigh Winter…cold, cold hard winter! Makes Summer wishes come to light Til icicles fall, shatter and splinter …Tis crisp…crisp the night!!!…


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Farewell My Sweet

Passed away this day 11/16/2012 A bright light in our lives That was always so giving Could not have been sweeter Nor softer in manner. To fade into history Will e’er be a mystery Seems the sweetest are chosen O’er all of the rest And whose absence will be felt For e’er so long… We’ll all miss their presence Farewell my beloveds …Twinkies and ding dongs… (at least they went together)


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Just A Touch

Just a touch…nothing more When your fingers Brushed against mine Or was it mine…that touched yours And did it linger For a bit of time Whoever…whatever…it opened the door That touch of fingers That touched my mind And our fate was sealed Kismet was set In that fateful bit of time To me a caress…no more or less That at that time Seemed so sublime Just a touch…that now I miss so much When your fingers Brushed against mine


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I'll Stay,,,

I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me At least as long as you have need Until the time comes that you no longer need me Then bid me farewell And Godspeed E’en when I’ve gone I’ll still be close by In the flowers, in the wind… In the Autumn leaves. So if you should ever Have need of me…Again Open your window And let in the breeze


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Raindrops and Teardrops


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Unspoken Goodbyes

The ones you love Can make you laugh The ones you love Can make you cry The ones you love Can steal away Ere you have the chance To say goodbye Rue not the missed chance To have bid them farewell To have given to them your love Will have served …Just as well…


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In Fog and Mist

The spectral glow of a lantern bobbing As if tossed upon a stormy sea Appearing..then fading anon, absorbed In foggy essence, to fade again so feebly Once more, ere sinking in finality Into the quicksand of mist Mere glow of candle, so dear to see Seen now…then not,…with capricious twist The spectral light, drifts through the night As a ghost through fog and mist Through ribs of rain, the tremulous light Chills the brain, befogs the sight Dimly lit, by lanterns in the mist Dark clouds upon the soul this night Fog is the dark abode of lost souls Who wander without rest with lantern high The mist, the breath, of hollow death The fog, the food , on which to subsist Tis best my friend, not to be, nor ne’r to see…. The glow in the fog and mist UNSUPPORTED CODE


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Strangers Once More

Elegy To Love Shy glances from o’er ones shoulder Longer looks that become bolder Grade school crushes, Painful blushes Turn to longing… as one grows older Strangers still (but not for long)… Hanging out on mid-summer night A game of tag, A touch so slight A mad dash away, but not too fast Mutual wishes… for the night to last Total strangers? (Not anymore!) Late Moonlit night, Bedecked in magic mist shared pilfered cigarette First shared stolen kiss Strangers no more (But not lovers yet) Drive-in movies, cuddlin’? Yup! Watchin’ each other, not the screen Makin’ moves, feelin’ grown up Only get one time to be a teen Strange to be apart (bereft when we are) Quick drive out of state Taking vows before a justice of the peace Quick decision, (cause she’s late) Doin’ the right thing. That’s what they think at least Strange to be an adult. (much less a parent to be) Entry level job, minimum wage Diapers and tantrums, daydreams and debt Ofttimes seem not to be on the same page Still feelin’ the glow…and yet Strange to be middle-aged Kids are of an age Where their constant condition Seems to be only of rage In their time of transition Stranger still (the going downhill) Kids gone now Ardour slowing Seems somehow Less affection showing Strange changes (in trust and in faith) Going separate ways More often it seems No longer sharing Similar dreams Stranger still, that coldness creeps in That the love and the trust… wither slowly away Weather into dust as gently As night… turns into day Stranger by far From strangers to lovers Is the life circle we close From lovers ‘neath covers to “what God only knows?” Strange indeed! Is the course of one’s life The path on which we wend The curious way that husband and wife Change and become …strangers again...


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