All hail these small and sweet courtesies of life.
For smooth do they make the road of it.
Grace and beauty – each cut so deep like a knife.
They beg all these inclinations toward love at first sight.
Yes, ‘tis those courtesies which let the stranger in.
With tones and mannerisms - they do have such meaning.

Oh - ‘tis such a blessed thing,
One for which I could lose myself
To the honor of my aching.
I feel a heart which bears all to itself.
Oh yes, tis' open – ‘lest I shut it all out.
So I ask, “Are not my eyes the scout
For which my heart journeys?
That vision, is it not flowing through my arteries
Bringing my heartbeat’s rhythm in tune?
Oh, let that beat be mine none too soon.”

With that said, she laid out her arm in front of me.
Taking hold of her fingers in one hand, I aptly
Applied ******* of my other hand to her wrist -
Firmly - and begin counting each heart throb.
“One – two – three – four,” counting out aloud
Measuring each heartbeat as it happens –
Hoping to find the art of her fever.
I close my eyes as I continue to count – thinking –
There is no occupation in the world comparable
To feeling a woman’s pulse.
And when I had counted to twenty five
I looked up into her eyes and
At that instant I felt her pulse quicken.
She clutched my fingers tighter in the one hand
While pressing the wrist of her other hand
Harder into my account.

Is it possible for two to become one flesh and bone?
And if 'tis true, what is everything else to become?
Sometimes yours while at other times the other has it?
All the while to be generally on par tallying up the score
As we each permit the other to share in ourselves –
At least in as much as a man and a woman have the right to.
Like a bag full of pebbles which started out jagged
And rough, with very little gleam.
Only ‘tis after being years in the bag together
Do the stones, having had many amicable collisions
Wearing down their angles and edges, do they
Become well rounded and smooth with the brilliance
Of their combined luster.
Nothing to either could have been
Accomplished alone.

She looks back into my eyes as she presses her wrist into me
and asks,
“How does it beat with you?”
Placing her hand on my neck I say,
“Feel for yourself -
‘Tis an improvement –
‘Tis my evidence.”

Dreamt of growing
old with you
The pair of us
wrinkled and gray
In our garden
surrounded by
grandchildren and flowers
Thought our life
would end this way
But illness has come
On a solitary journey you travel
I'm here
watching you
trying desperately
not to unravel
So in my memories
forever young
you will be
While I get to keep living
When all I ever wanted
was just
you and me
My thoughts
overwhelming  
My heart filled with dismay
But it doesn't matter
how much I wish
it's not going to help you stay
So I shall just sit here
holding your hand
Telling you
I love you
and hoping you understand

Dear poetry
Listen clearly
Over the years
I shed tears
When you discouraged me,
yelled at me,
disowned me,
overlooked me,
insulted me  
pushed me,
beat me,
cursed me,
used me,
abused me  
vexed me,
addressed me,
**** naked me,
broke up with me
blamed me
Dizzed me
shamed me
and dumped me.

In spite of all this, I stayed
and obeyed
resisted
appealed
begged
agreed
put in work
read
learned
researched
wrote
spellchecked.

Dear poetry
Oh thou makest me happy
My one and only true love
Sent from the man above
I surely know you're mine
The signs are there this time
If the truth can't be spoken
This bond won't be broken,
I have never felt this kinda love
Maybe it comes from above
I feel so very safe with you
Anytime I can call you my boo
From you, I'll never ever escape
Not even in a Superman's cape
Each and every night I stay up late
For words, inspiration and for your sake.

Dear poetry
Listen clearly
This love is like a poison
And for some odd reason
It took me the first moment
And caused me pains and torment
I didn't think we could go this far
I'm now becoming a star
Though I'm not yet famous
My likes and views are numerous
And to say the least.
I'm now a poetic beast!

Dear Poetry
Tonight You look so pretty
Can you stay with me tonight?
I promise to treat you right
On ice is a cool bottle of wine
We can both drink and feel fine
And afterward, we can just curdle
And watch the stars twinkle
And gaze into the constellation
From where I get the inspiration
I will process into spoken words
Words sharper than a Sumarai's swords
With it, I'll win accolades and a price
And a voice in this poetic race.
You 've made me feel so proud
Therefore I'will hail your name aloud
Serenading you among many
At the award and honoring ceremony.