Rest
17 March 2021

You are the warm blanket, peace as I rest.
The strength of Olympic pillars in my dreams.
The power of love with which I fly.
On the feathered mattress of temporary,
You give me eternity, strength, courage that survives.
Grateful, I rest.

Enlightenment, Courage
4 March 2021

In extraordinary times,
Cherishing the ordinary.

Tuning
February 2021

My piano is out of tune.!
February.

Early Morning
28 February 2021

Start of another day, end of a month,
Quiet. Still no-one on the street.
This is my time of rest.
You are always in my thoughts.
Comfort, fun, surprises, peace.
Always loving you.
This new year is a blessing.
Grateful for you, your care and love,
The excitement of you!
Always loving you.

This Morning
25 February 2021

This morning got up aching for you.
Last night our love was so true.
My dreams heart felt I knew,
Last night our love was renewed.
This morning brings another day.
Time for you to stay.
Coming to stir you and play.
Love you to wake up that way.
Those hours we spend in our bed,
Have truly stirred up my head.
Love got up aching for you.
Each morning true sweet for you.

Flatulence
Haiku
20 February 2021

Foul wind here too long.
No place for you to belong.
Sing your song elsewhere.

(Covid remembrance)

Wishes Lost
20 February 2021.

Time the greatest mystery.
Riddle history lost.
Why so quickly past?
Times of trouble noted.
Pain, suffering promoted.
Now wishes unfulfilled,
I bade the time to ****.
History be what I will.

15 February 2021

“Cold outside” I said.
“Don’t think get out of bed.”
“These old legs filled with lead.”
Bedside, held my hand, gently smiled.

“Babe I feel depressed a while.”
“This is not my normal style.”
“I feel old, my life held cheap.”
So did I careless speak.
She held my hand, kissed my cheek.

She looked at me, “I Love You”.
“Darling lucky man, you are true.”
“Hold me, I need your hand.”
“Time to stand, you are my man.”
Hugged me, “Count our blessings.”
“Our love will stand life’s wrestling.”

Funny when times are tougher,
We forget that others suffer.
Lighthouse spouse in times of trouble.
Carries her load, my fog, my struggle.
Her pain and tears are my testing.
Make space, count her blessings.

YHOS
12 February 2021
This morning at 4 A.M. I thought of you and simply saying “hello XXXX”, remembering you are also an early riser.

Yet I knew I needed a word for a person I loved, respected, and admired,  a word that also emcompassed someone,  words that respected a young heart in an individual coping with our challenging times, age, tradition and cultures. So much uncertainty, yet these individuals hold strong. These individuals are exemplars of respect, stability and strength in their actions and yet, quiet lives. They have seen it all and are grateful. There are more than are often noted.

I was unable. It is the distinction of vitality and life experience for which I search. “hello Friend” does not seem adequate. I had accepted “young heart”, but also needed ageless. There are amazing young people with old souls. “Young hearts, old souls”, is now my choice. I suspect somewhere there is a single word. I am looking.

So, this morning “Hello young heart, old soul, XXXXX”. Just wanted to wish you a happy and safe day. Next time, “YHOS”. Sorry this is a little late.

Ease me into the daylight
11 February 2021

When February comes, it comes at war.

Days strive lighter, nights grow colder. Each at challenge paces  - ready already to fire -February pawns and Kings! The other pieces have fallen.

My extra blanket seems poor armor, as do the now naked trees, my quivering knees, world of snow and ice - what options, where is certainty?

I need to hold on. Some are laughing, but I am not. Who holds the die? Media? AI?

Anticipation is not today; it is not yet come. Even the earth needs to tilt again to a kinder place, and the anticipation makes me dizzy. Yet spinning the circus wheel threatens only but another toss into chaos and confusion today.

The Rook, the Bishop, Queen are off the board. The game is almost played.

Today’s paper renews my view. Boiling and bubbling that stew of staff-dead worlds we ‘*****’ ourselves to avoid. Where is mine? Who holds my manhood?

Factories steaming into the night. Workers walking head low. Asking where is our’s.

Up and down, round and round. Struggle-hungry for a quiet warm home.

Ease me into the daylight. I am trying not to blink.
Tis’ not my favorite, this famous February of 2021.

Soft
10 February 2021

In my arms. I feel the swell.
The tides of love over the cold.
The press of life, passion.
Touching. Our dance.
Rhythm infinite, kisses unending.
Smooth, sweet like apple wine.
Knowing the ends of time, space.
Sensing all that, your gift, your grace.
Bending in the winds.
Embracing.
Soft as silk.

Heavy
10 February 2021

Weights of the world shouldered some days,
Pain, sorrow, unkindness, full play.
Friends far away caught in a crowd,
Voices lost to others too loud.
Needing that gentle hand and touch,
Sharing the struggle that became too much.
Age and time take huge toll,
Heavy on even an angel’s soul.
Finding the strength to carry on,
Looking for light, tomorrow’s dawn,
You are the strength that I need,
That last found gentle sweet seed.
Valentine’s day, love's in your deeds.

Sleep
Political Sympathies
4 February 4, 2021

Retired I have few urgent issues.
Of course, health always brings tissues.
Without help you understand,
Could use another hand.
Hiring would cost a grand,
Will I win with a stand?
Wouldn’t that be grand,
I think I hear a band!
What a great man.

There are times a plan must be laid.,
Agreement on games to be played,
Chasing for parts that are  late,
I try to be calm as I wait,
Are cookies left on that plate?
Wondering what is the date?
Seems this is my fate.

In the middle there is some tension.
Did I read any of the instruction?
The scratch on my thumbs,
Might seem minor to some,
But now I am numb,
Some think I am dumb,
No wonder it’s  not done.

Sleep is out of the question..

Joy
1 February 2021

You bring such beautiful joy,
You bring love and peace,
You bring life and happiness.
Thank you.
You bring such beautiful joy.
And that is not the least.

Reaching Out
30 January 2021

Stretching arms, breaking through the dark,
Remembering times in a country park.
Listening to the melodies of our past,
Making those moments live and last.
Time to laugh, love, and sing,
Together, time is fleet and on the wing.
Reaching out for you.

The Rendering
29 January 2021

And so we pay out the ends,
Making something profitable,
From other than bankruptcy.
Emptied, we are alone whole,
When all else lies ruined.
Turning the wheel fate,
Leaves what we have left,
For the next as yet unseen.
You can have it all.
My need no longer calls.
Spend yours well while,
It is fresh and young.
Yet to spoil, unhung.