(Love Poem) Good Morning My Sweet Lady

Good Morning My Sweet Lady

 

Good morning my sweet Lady

It’s so nice to see your smile

Another day, another year gone

Don’t let its shadows haunt

The beauty of time is it heals

 

Our time together is priceless

The gifts of our children’s smiles

Love is more than your bosom

Peace I have found in your heart

Your eyes, they melt my very Soul

 

Can Heaven be sweeter than your touch

The Stars get their glow from your Soul

Peace is the passion I find in your love

You are the Sun my heart revolves around

Good morning my sweet Lady, my Wife

(Real Life Poem) Temptation

TEMPTATION 

 

What is it that overtakes, frightens or excites us

Why do we lower ourselves to show our own shame

We know that we shouldn’t touch that hot candle flame

Dripping with desire, is it worth the pain and the shame

 

 

Like fine dark chocolate sin melts on both of our tongues

The sweet taste of victory if we don’t mind the hidden sins

Yet is it worth the pain when in tears our wife says, explain

Our sins, her slit wrists, blood on our hands as she lay dying

 

 

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Were We Ever Really Here, Did We Really Ever Live?

WERE WE EVER REALLY HERE, DID WE REALLY EVER LIVE?

 

I started to ask the question yet what will people think

Now that our last breath has left this, our physical host

Would we really be surprised if no one cared or came

Is it just a cold hard reality for some point and time for all

Once gone from here will anyone ever think again of our face

Will there be those of our own blood glad that we are gone

 

Mistakes we have made in our days that have passed

Separated by so many miles and ever precious time

Family blood is a bond no time nor human can break

Will we be remembered as one whom gave a damn

Did you find your partner, the one who loved you back

Find our peace with God, or spouse and home we lost

Will our bodies even be allowed a formal resting place

 

All the bad things we have done, it’s all just history now

There isn’t a pretty answer, just the cold hard fact we die

Ole’ French King Louie whom said “after me the deluge”

Will we all be just a vapor just like King Louie’s last draw

We are all but a grain of sand beneath the oceans of time

Love the Lord, obey your wife, always take your Mom’s call

Pray when we are gone that someone still smiles at our name

(Love Poem) For The Love Of My Woman

FOR THE LOVE OF MY WOMAN

For the love of my woman

I would do most anything

She brought forth the fruit

Of our love, ignoring the pain

Her heart is so tender

Like the touch of her hand

Balancing the teaching of our child

Tutor, Mommy, lover and friend

O Lord, please grant me to be worthy

Of the love of your sweet Angel

You have sent me from Your Realm

Lord, please grant me the wisdom

Knowledge, strength and love

To be the man, teacher and Daddy

To the offspring of our love

O Lord, thank you for your grace

Kindness and tender mercy

Of this woman whom I love

Thank you o Lord for sending me

Your Angel adorned in your love

I pray I be found worthy in your eyes Lord

Of this beautiful lady, my sweetheart, my bride

(Philosophy Poem) Can We Really Trust Anyone These Day’s

 

Who do we trust; is there really anyone we would bet your breath of life on

I mean really deep down inside us, answering this question only to ourselves

Our life and our families lives on the line, is there a Soul devoted and true

In our lives, look at all of our living bloodline, would they all drop a dime

At our chosen place of holy worship, do we even really care what is the Truth

Is there any flesh in the building whose word to us is always golden, unbroken

 

 

Is there anyone in our lives that we can go to who won’t sell us out with a smile

I can only hope my friend that you are blessed like I, with loved ones by my side

Rocks fall upon us all, even our beloved spouse and children will fail us at times

Pray we have a warm blanket on the winter nights, to keep our bare toes inside

Can we even trust our own selves to use logic when our dreams talk at night

Where do we go at night in our minds as we wait for sleep to finally arrive

 

 

Is there anyone that we pray for before sleep over takes us and closes our eyes

If we have no family or friends that are trust worthy is that their fault or ours

I pray that we have all have at least one true friend in these days of our lives

I do hope that you are like I in that I have a sweet ball and chain, my bride

When life is full of pain, deceit and lies she is the rib that holds up my smile

I hope that you are like I in that you are blessed with true love before you die

 

 

(Love Poem) My Bride; Faultless, Funny, And 50

MY BRIDE: FAULTLESS, FUNNY, AND 50  

 

A tick before the millennial my Lady became my Wife

Wholesale disaster if it’s not really a two-way love affair

Little Terrapin girl stole my heart when I wasn’t looking

Eighteen years my heart has been filled with your love

My heart, mind, and Soul are overwhelmed with your kindness

 

Today you turned fifty, guess the cradle I’m not robbing anymore

Your words and touch are so pleasing to my inner psych and Soul

Your lips are like unto Rose peddles sweet to touch, so soft to kiss

Girl your touch electrifies my mind, body, and soul, sensual overload

When you touch me your love shines and lights the Halo upon your head

 

Happy Birthday to you girl you are the Sweetheart I never expected to find

I pray that today will be the best first day of the next 100 years of your life

Girl, I have been blessed to be allowed to call you my best friend and Wife

Was it just pure luck or was it by God’s design that allowed me to catch your eye

Birthday girl, 50, just the beginning of middle-aged crazy, I hope you enjoy the ride

(Humor/Poem) A Cat Named Puppy

A CAT NAMED PUPPY

 

This is the story of our family’s furry little friend

A little fur ball from the pound she purred her way in

A little tabby as sweet and loving as she could possibly be

Yet a little deranged as in this story you shall soon see

 

 

We had no intention of getting this plain little girl

But with her unending rubbing and purring

We brought her and a rotund sister into our world

Her name was Starlight but to this she had not a clue

 

 

One day my wife’s dad stopped in with his puppy named Bandit

This furry little boy Shih Tzu who set the Kitty’s heart all a glow

It is good that they were both already surgically fixed

The cartoon called Cat Dog now did not seem so far fetched

 

 

The day came when Bandit went back to his home in KY

Starlight was heart broken and somewhere she did hide

While sitting on the couch my wife thought of a plan

She panted like Bandit and to her the cat ran

 

 

This is not all of her strangeness you see

Wherever my wife goes the cat follow’s her feet

Her name is no longer Starlight for that she still does not know

But just say the name Puppy and in your lap she will be

The Son He Doesn’t Have To Be

The Son He Doesn’t Have To Be

 

Have you ever been a step-parent? Have you ever been a stepchild? I grew up in a house where I had both of my biological parents there. Did you notice that I did not use the word ‘home’, that I simply said house? Just because I had both of my biological parents living within the same four walls as I did, this did not mean that it was automatically a ‘home’. I had a great Mom but my Dad was severely lacking in his human skills. I left home at 17 because of how much of a hell-hole he made of our family life. He died when I was 37 and it took me till I was about 40 before I could forgive him of his ways toward me. Only when I was able to say to myself that he really was an ‘a–hole’ and that he also was mentally ill before I was able to forgive him. I know that I asked my Mom a couple of times before she died if Dad really was my Dad, asking her if maybe Dad thought that I really wasn’t his as I was trying to find a way to come to grips with how horribly he treated me and if there really was a ‘why’ that made any sense. I thought that if maybe he thought that I really wasn’t his, that if he thought Mom had cheated on him that this might be the reason he was such an a– toward me but she told me no both times about the issue. There is an old term about ‘beating you like you’re a redheaded step child’ that might come into play with me but that wasn’t it, I was of his own blood. I brought this up because I was the only blonde child and the only left-handed child, so I thought, well maybe. I did not ever experience a step-parent situation even though I honestly felt having no Dad in our house would have been much better than having a hate filled drunken maniac dominating our household.

 

I grew up determined not to be anything like my Dad’s example of a human being though I did make many parenting mistakes of my own. I married a lady in Texas who had a son who was 11 at the time we met and married, he is now 48 and married with a child/son of his own and as far as I know he is a great Dad who loves his son very much. 19 years ago I remarried to a lady in Florida who had a son who was 6 at the time, his biological Dad had committed suicide when he was 4. This son was a bit difficult because he didn’t believe or understand that both of us really did love him. He was about 16 before he actually ‘got it’, once he did see that light he now for the past 9 years has become a great child to both of us, especially to me. He is now 25 and 2 years ago his Mom and I bought a house that has a full 3 bedroom 1 bath apartment with a ‘walkout’ basement. One of the big factors in buying this house was so that he could live there if he wanted to, and he did.

 

Ten years ago his Mom and I would never have thought he could come so far in his development as a person, as an adult.  I am sure that none of the three of us would have thought that after he turned 18 that he would want anything to do with us or quite frankly us to do with him. What changed him? I believe it was him coming to the understanding of the fact that he really was loved, by both of us. He is a grown man now, there is nothing that says he has to live in this basement apartment, he chooses to. A couple of years ago he told me something that really stuck in my heart, that meant a whole lot to me. He told me, “Dad, all the good that is in me is because of you”. When a child you have raised loves you even when they are adults and there is nothing that says they have to do so or to even pretend that they do, that is very gratifying to one’s Soul. About 20 or so odd years ago there was a Country Music song that came out called “the Dad he doesn’t have to be” about a man stepping into a marriage with a woman who had a son already and how this man performed his role as a Dad. I am blessed to have two sons who were not biological to me that still love me, even though they do not have any obligation to have to do so. This is why the title of this note to you “the son he doesn’t have to be.” I am a strong believer in blood family yet I have learned that blood alone does not guarantee they will love you. I have also learned that someone who is not blood to you can still absolutely be “family” and love you even more that those who are blood to you do.

Doesn’t Everyone Feel This Way? (Our Health)

Doesn’t Everyone Feel This Way? (Our Health)

 

How do we feel about something is an eternal poll question isn’t it? Today if you don’t mind I would like you to talk with yourself (in private probably would be best). Ask yourself how you personally rate your average day as to how much pain you are in during your average day.  I am writing this to two groups of people, one group is the group who honestly can say on their average day that they are pain-free. The other group is the one that I believe the majority of us fifty plus folks fit in to, the one where you wish you could afford stock in Bio-freeze. My thoughts definitely go out to all of the men and women who by economics are pushing themselves as hard as they can each and every day knowing it is the only way to buy groceries and pay the next rent payment, no matter what their pain levels happen to be.

 

Back in 1983 I ended up being in exactly the wrong place at exactly the wrong time. Since that evening my physical abilities changed forever and they only get worse as age comes to visit. Believe it or not I am blessed with a wife who will help point out my flaws to me, not that a wife would do such a thing. My wife pointed out to me that the average person on an average day should have an average pain level of zero, that this is how a person should rate an average day. Where do you call your average day? For a long time now I have rated my average day as a five.

 

My wife see’s me each day, she pretty much knows how well I get around each day. She thinks that because it is what it is (pain level) that I don’t have any “good” days. I think that a five is a good measuring stick for a good day. If I am blessed with a day where things are less than a five, I feel that is a great day, if you just happen to have a day at a three or a four. If I am at pain levels of six or above on multiple areas, then I am not having a good day. I don’t know how else to correlate my thoughts to you. Again I ask you the question, what is a normal day to you? I honestly do hope that your days can stay free of pain. I hope that my wife is correct, that you don’t feel like I do every day, that would be just down right unfriendly of me. I wish you well, these are just the rambling thoughts of an old man to you, stay well, stay safe, God bless.

(Humor/Poem) A Cat Named Puppy

A CAT NAMED PUPPY

 

This is the story of our family’s furry little friend

A little fur ball from the pound she purred her way in

A little tabby as sweet and loving as she could possibly be

Yet a little deranged as in this story you shall soon see

 

 

We had no intention of getting this plain little girl

But with her unending rubbing and purring

We brought her and a rotund sister into our world

Her name was Starlight but to this she had not a clue

 

 

One day my wife’s dad stopped in with his puppy named Bandit

This furry little boy Shih Tzu who set the Kitty’s heart all a glow

It is good that they were both already surgically fixed

The cartoon called Cat Dog now did not seem so far fetched

 

 

The day came when Bandit went back to his home in KY

Starlight was heart broken and somewhere she did hide

While sitting on the couch my wife thought of a plan

She panted like Bandit and to her the cat ran

 

 

This is not all of her strangeness you see

Wherever my wife goes the cat follow’s her feet

Her name is no longer Starlight for that she still does not know

But just say the name Puppy and in your lap she will be