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Michael S Davis Apr 2013
Just brown… those eyes.
Those eyes…
Those eyes… reflecting an oak’s quiet strength
Those eyes… singing with a cello’s maple voice
Those eyes… piercing with the promise of an acorn
Those eyes… hinting at the rich fertile soil of your bustling mind
Those eyes… revealing you as a treasure dipped in chocolate.
Those eyes…
Those eyes… just brown.

©2009 Michael Davis
I saw a description someone wrote online when asked what color their eyes were. The answer - Just brown. I wrote this and sent it to them. Hope they started giving a different response. It's not a "love" poem. I didn't know them and still don't. I just hope they learned something about themselves from it.
Michael S Davis Apr 2013
By myself without
my family,
my wife,
my child.

Denied,
Rejected,
Severed.

Barricaded
From my love,
For my love,
With my love.

Heartfelt loneliness.

Hold me.

©1996 Michael S Davis
Michael S Davis Apr 2013
I don't have to ask, I call you my valentine,
Be mine, not to possess ; you are.  mine -
to love and cherish, to nurture and hold,
to snuggle and kiss and be even more bold.
With you I'll  laugh and cry and struggle and play.
And daily with two hearts, as one we will pray.
The hopes and the dreams we want out of life,
are becoming reality, my valentine, my wife.

©1998 Michael S. Davis
My first Valentine poem to my wife.
Michael S Davis Apr 2013
When you are near,
I can’t find the words to portray the
wonderful singing in my heart;
And then again,
there is no describing the
aching it endures when we’re apart.

When you are part of my day,
I can’t explain the
unbelievable completeness of my being;
And then again,
how could a heart so whole
feel so broken when you’re away.

When you are with me,
I am content
with my heart so full of you;
And then again,
when you are gone
it rings so hollow and emptily.

When you are by my side,
my heart smiles
with pure and crazy delight;
And then again,
without you even near
the thought of you makes my sad heart bright!

©2013 Michael S. Davis
Michael S Davis Apr 2013
My thoughts are full of you
As the treasure that I find
That permeates my mind
And fills my point of view.

Replenished from that well
That brims over with your love,
I want the world to tell
And bless our God above.

You fulfill my sweetest dreams
And supply a warmer glow
Than the brightest, clearest  sunbeam.
So with joy I overflow.

I choose to love you so,
That I fill your thoughts, too;
Then you may always know,
—I am occupied by you.

©2013 Michael S. Davis
Michael S Davis Apr 2013
You got up this morning, to face another day;
To go through all the motions, with all that, that implies.
Perhaps it’s your passion, or maybe it’s just the pay,
Just remember it makes a difference in other people’s lives.

I have one more smile to give you, because you saved my life,
One more chance to take and hold my daughter in my arms,
One more moment to see the look of love from my dear wife,
One more day a captive to my grand children’s charms.

I have one more joke to tell with the laughter it could bring,
One more meal to savor its taste upon my tongue,
One more chance to serve Christ, my Lord and King,
One more time to listen as a favorite song is sung.

I have one more rose to lift, to smell its sweet perfume,
One more hour to toil to provide for those I love,
One more moment amazed at a butterfly's costume,
One more game to watch and hear a baseball hit a glove.

I have many, many, many, “one more” things to do,
But this day I just lie here, as I think of life and death;
Pondering just few things that I’d like to say to you,
As I live through one more sunset and sigh another breath.

So, with these poetic words I offer humble gratitude
To you who rolled out of bed and on that day I met
With defibrillator paddles and a get it done attitude,
You each worked to get it done and gave me one more sunset.

©2008 Michael S. Davis
With gratitude to the EMT’s, Wesley H. Shuler, MD,
The Lexington Medical Center Emergency Medicine Staff,
S. Stanley Juk, Jr., MD, the Columbia Cardiology Consultants Group
and the staff of Providence Hospital for their skilled life-changing care
on the morning of my heart stopping heart attack, December 9, 2007,  and the week following.

Special thanks to my sister, Cynthia D. Fussell,
for taking a beautiful photograph and letting me see what she calls "Mike's" sunset,
the one I almost missed. This is one sunset that symbolized life not death.
Michael S Davis Apr 2013
The night is long while we’re apart.
The night continues . . .
     the clock keeps ticking . . .
          and the sunrise waits.

Our fears are exposed with each bump in the darkness.

Our frustration grows when every glance at the clock
reveals that daylight is no nearer.

Our hearts reach out
through the blackness of the distance between us,
to embrace in the warmth of the sunshine of our love.

Our eyes then focus on the new day that will end
our long night apart.

©2000 Michael S. Davis
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