St. Valentine’s Day

…Just a few “Odes to love”, A couple of my favorites for Valentine’s Day…….;)

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Whenever I think of Valentine’s Day I think of Charlie Brown and….

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The Little Red Haired Girl

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I hid beneath your footsteps
I walked with you the miles
Hoping that the path you chose
Would pass through my turnstile

I sewed myself your shadow
Just to follow you unseen
Dancing round your body
Like a porcelain figurine

I brushed against you gently
Like the cobwebs hanging low
For just a chance to touch you
So afraid to let you know

I stood beside my mailbox
With this poem I wrote for you
Hoping that this valentine’s
You would send your heart so true

Again my box is empty
So my heart feels no relief
With my poem stuffed in my pocket
I hang my head, “Good Grief”

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Pieces of me

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Fate
A gentle cool breeze
Fell light upon my ear
Nourishing a dying rose
With incidental tears

Emotions
Once thought dead to me
Ones cast away with fear
Plunging onto jagged rock
Now clouds of hope appear

……….But…………

Blindness
Sometimes renders
Visions clearly seen
Words of understanding
Pirouette on what they mean

Slowly
Upon fragile ice
I step with caution’s heed
So’s not to drown in sorrow
When air is what I need

……….So……….

Similarities
Befall us
Unsure of what to feel
Not wanting the uncertainties
No matter their appeal

Trusting
Must come slowly
Turned within a potter’s hand
A masterpiece before us
After firing will stand

………Now……….

I wish
I were love’s mason
I would mend your tragedy
And fill your gaps of emptiness
With little bits of me

I would
Sew a smile on your face
If handy with the thread
But a kiss is all I offer
And a brighter road ahead………………

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As Simple As We…

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The things that I look for
The way that I see
The hope that I feel
Are as simple as me

The peace in my heart
Seems long overdue
The dreams that I have
Are as simple as you

I gaze at the stars
I’m hoping to find
Something so real
That I can call mine

I gaze in your eyes
I need nothing more
The warmth that I feel
Is definably yours

As simple as you
As simple as me
Love can be simple
As simple as we…..

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BookEnds

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If I were the words,
Your thoughts, I would choose.
I as your poet,
You as my muse.

A dusty old inkwell
Or simple blank key
Until your touch
Awakened me.

My pages dispelled,
Would scatter about,
If not for your love
To bind them throughout.

You are the leaf
Of silky thin lace
So I don’t lose track,
Never losing my place.

If I had a verse
To make it begin,
I’d write out each chapter
So the story wouldn’t end.

From cover to cover,
Our souls would engage,
Forever rewriting
Without a last page….

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Comment pourrais je tu oublier?

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How could I forget you?

Your name is etched
on every grain of sand
In every desert

Your scent
Swallows the winter
To breathe the spring flowers

Your eyes
Hold captive
The sun and moon
From the time they are opened
Until sleep closes them for the night
When your dreams
Carry me away with them

How could I forget you
When nature
Gives me the beauty of the wisteria
The trees whisper your song
To the robins

And life reaches down to hold us
In its hands…

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Hearts, Home, and Rainbows

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It wasn’t the fact that
I didn’t have a heart.
Locked in
a protective coating
of tin, as it was.

Finding feelings
in my head was much
like looking for
Golden Thimbles
in a mountain of straw.

It wasn’t so much
the Heart or Brain
that was missing,
it was the Courage.
The Courage to love…

Somewhere between
Coward
and
King

Rainbow colors fading
into a black, white
and gray
Kansas

Lost, far from home,
knowing
that Love was waiting
for Courage.

As you gave me
Courage
to open my heart,
find the feelings
Buried
deep, in the straw.

I will give you
Belief,
Knowing that
If you Believe,

Just close your eyes…

Dream of home,
Click your heels together
three times and know:

Here, I will be waiting,
in a multicolored Kansas
at a place called Home —
For You
For Love

and…

For those Ruby Red Slippers….

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