Wedding Chocolate Poems

Ancestors

The poet's daughter 
and the painter's son
found true love 
in each other's arms. 
Together they were married.

Their children were many, 
their hearts were full. 
The...

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A Guest

Little tiny mouse, 
why are you in my house? 
Out the back door, 
there are fields aplenty. 
Down by the creek,
there is water, afresh....

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It has happened years ago.
Maybe yesterday’s  tomorrow.
It was long forgotten time.
As a convict on furlough, 
I felt innocent of crime.

Childish memories uproar, 
Kiss I...

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Wisdom For A Coin

The essence of honesty in action, 
a kind word, a special moment. 
Many walk on by, 
and do not even try. 

The...

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The Sitter

They rushed me in. 
I had no time to prepare. 
Talk they said. 
Entertain. 
We will not be... long, 
it was a song.

Fear.
My first...

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Stop Killing My Country

Accused of political banter, 
to speak the words, God Bless, 
and America in the same sentence. 
Bespeaking the fear, 
of being proud,...

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Back in the Box

Empty packages, 
lots of paper, 
refolded for another year. 
Saved, again and again, 
generation after generation. 
Traditions, 
slowly getting too old, 
falling...

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Sometimes I Think

Alas, poor York,
I knew him well? 
No. 
That is foolish, 
and crazy. 
Dressed up for a party, 
at the edge of the world,...

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The Goal Post

In the days that follow, 
Christmas...
We need to consider, all that has passed us by. 
The year has moved with speed. 
Faster than...

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The Passing On 
(things families do, again and again)

The traditions of our house, 
are nearly gone. 
My son will have no children, 
my daughter, does...

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Numbers

Life is measured. 
How much can you do?
Whimsical ideas, 
dashed to the rocks...
in favor of older methods, sure of return.

Courage beyond position, 
ambition to prove...

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Distance Squared

The speed of light
is exactly how fast
my heart sends;
every prayer, 
every good thought, 
every perfect wish! 

The bright candle between us, 
it is the...

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Our Tree

The green tree in the box, 
kept in the attic, 
is in pieces. 
Not because it is dead, 
or firewood, 
but a project
to be...

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Ode to Bob

My little bird, 
that bites, 
hard.
How I love thee, 
anyway. 
You make me laugh, 
and cry, 
and believe
that all things 
are exactly…
what God...

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“C” for Christmas, 
(not cancer…)

The packages were bright, 
the tensile shinny, 
the tree full of sparkle,
bright. 

Mom gone now, 
but grandma… 
took up where she...

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