Newly Added Poetry


I Struggle With Words of Love

Until you smile my heart will pause, as well my breath will hesitate,

Perhaps I am mesmerized unto a hypnotic repose, unable to relate,

The nature of my being is of one smothered in love as if a sunk stone,

Her beautiful face turns to be seen in angelic pose for one man alone,

 

True my heart displays no hardship rhythm yet in all honesty it may,

I struggle, I truly do with expressions of love that I give her every day,

Perhaps I’ve said so much she’ll think I’m a child with newfound love,

Do beautiful women tire of men saying it’s her that he will dream of,

 

Or do they tire of written words that flows from the heart during war,

So many years ago or was it five decades ago the draft said no more,

No more nights to drag main in search of you and to say “I love you”,

Or nights to cup your little face in my hands and kiss your lips too,

 

After fifty years of loving you it seems I’m falling in love all anew,

Your beauty has multiplied beyond the beautiful past that you knew,

Such inner beauty has been hidden away because of your shy nature,

Perhaps your secret shyness hid you away for me until you were sure.

The end by Pat for Patti.


Worn in Moonlight by Her

Now construed as precious are the jewels worn by her to enthrall,

Perhaps I have journeyed where no one else has had a lover’s call,

Have I waltzed upon hardwood floors clad in Stacey Adams shoes,

I danced a slow dance with her to a song written of her in the blues,

 

Jewels have minor value as displayed until worn in moonlight by her,

Floors of hard oak glide smoothly when in chase of the one I prefer,

As the blues guitar cries out for her I wonder do her lips need mine,

Starlight and moon dust has influenced the sky to appear divine,

 

I have to ask a question for fate, will my love grow as years fall by,

My love has been proven no doubt as fifty years fell from our skies,

Elapsing time is too rapid to hold when hearts are melding in count,

I don’t have a moment of diluted time so slow that a man can mount,

 

May I tenderly kiss a trace of the jewels worn upon an angel’s chest,

Fondly I ask, that I might be allowed, to place kisses upon your crest,

Blues songs are written from pain and anguish built in a lover’s heart,

With war’s draft separation, I cried aloud when it was time to depart,

 

Precious are the jewels that construe such value of a wedding band,

Refined and polished diamond stones encrusted in gold on her hand,

I’ve held her so tight when dancing at night and whispered in her ear,

Words of goodbye, hidden love for too long, a kiss and a falling tear.

The end. By Pat for Patti. I love you baby!


Forever Nears It’s Exit

My heart flutters at times even while writing poetry of rhymes,

It’s brought onto myself by internal infliction at difficult times,

Throughout years of difficult infliction I’ve progressed through,

Never as bad as some thought, it was made much better by you,

 

I wake each morning wrapped in your essence proving I belong,

Each morning of my life I have woke to hear songbirds in song,

It’s not for me they sing but from companionship of a true angel,

Gifted of His hand you’re the companion angel without a tangle,

 

Bound by the air once expelled of your lungs it’s a gift given me,

Some just can’t see how such air is important to me completely,

If but a tiny molecule has traveled your lungs to be shared by us,

That molecule brightens my day converting negatives to a plus,

 

Again I must say as I have thousands of times “I truly love you”,

It’s been said to you at least a million times multiplied by two,

I’m sincere in my love as I have been since long ago at eighteen,

Truly I must say that you’re more beautiful today than at sixteen,

 

Your beauty is stored within my heart as is your inner beauty too,

I know your beauty through as do I love you all the way through,

The slightest blemish upon your face is known by me completely,

It’s because I love you so much more than I have said my love to be,

 

And I have expressed my love to extremes when speaking of love,

For fifty years I’ve stated my love written in rhyme to heaven above,

My heart will beat in rhythm for you and in my final days uneven too,

Forever nears it’s exit as time rushes by, I am more in love with you.

The end, by Pat for Patti


A Loneliness Unknown to Me

My heart and mind belong to you as well does my being,

Every deep thought of you creates memories of loving,

Words of truth flow across my lips to express undying love,

I often write of loving you and who my mind dreams of,

 

There’s no other being of God’s hand that I could love so,

The moment my eyes saw your beauty true love began to grow,

My heart has beat thunderous sounds as expressions of love,

I’ve also expressed words of love in thanks to our Lord above,

 

A loneliness unknown to me was delivered with warring sounds,

Loneliness has no boundaries when true love grows in bounds,

My hand belonged to you long before the draft notice came,

I recall those times and I regret not giving you my last name,

 

The fear of rejection prevented a sophomore year request,

Fate produced a timeline of marriage that seems to be best,

I found comfort within my soul in knowing you were back home,

A promise made six months prior removed any desire to roam,

 

I promised to return to you when I had a car and other things,

A request to promise came from you and my mind saw our rings,

Fifty years have been spent in love with you and time flew by,

Thoughts of time’s rapid departure brings a sad tear to my eye.

The end.


My Dog’s Poop or Poo

My dog is a cute dog that now spreads his poop around,

It’s nay special this poop, being sent to the Texas ground,

It falls to our earth with a special odor, it’s aired all around,

Should you follow said essence of pew that’s earth bound,

 

He’s got a two spot drop to be found with stink not sound,

Unless of course you’re fielding said poo as it falls to ground,

Seasoned collectors of such poo uses knowledge he’s obtained,

Bits and pieces of the learned or stricken such as “it rained”,

 

Buddy come here, for a friendly conversation with Riley,

He is the collector of your poo and of late he’s not smiley,

It’s the double poo scoop you’ve caused by pooping twice,

Hear Riley speak his say about your twice, not being nice,

 

We have written a lot of words to document said poo in rhyme,

Said poo is also poop in order to prevent confusion this time,

Please poop only once when pooping your “poop high rise”,

Buddy says “it touches my pooper if not spread beneath His skies,”

 

It’s a huge pile of poop or even called shit when it touches it,

You don’t stand a chance of a clean butt as dogs don’t wipe shit,

Nothing to hold such wipe as our thumbs are akin to classic paws,

Making a point for sure as Buddy said, “pick it up using your jaws”.

 

Realizing that what the dog said is for sure and certain true,

With no opposable thumb they are left using jaws to wrap it too,

Perhaps we should rethink our say and simply scoop up debris,

Use it as composted ‘lizer to create green as far as you can see.

A new end. The end


Devoted Attachment (Love)

At times I’m asked to explain how it is that I’ve been married for so long,

As I think it through I realize how often I’ve said in her arms only I belong,

I was born as her protector and her reactor when energy’s use was due,

Although fractured truth come forth a solid response I couldn’t construe,

 

Through her eyes I’ve seen the cutest things a man could possibly see,

It had to be seen by the eyes of a beautiful soul to be translated properly,

Through her eyes I was awakened to the delight and joy of a child at play,

It’s hard to believe an awakening was needed when I saw such every day,

 

“Devoted attachment” is from an iTunes dictionary I no longer speak of,

Such descriptions of loving another are such poor explanations of love,

I dream of Patti every night and see her in numerous manifestations of life,

Unknown to her I am in spirit affixed to her and so grateful she’s my wife,

 

The words “devoted attachment” are so minuscule to describe loving her,

A poem filled with words of love cannot capture what our love has to offer,

There is no inner strength to current words of love when used as description,

One day new words of description will describe my love for her to perfection.

The end.

For Patti, from Pat 05/29/2018