#matching
Everything on my body
That I have two of
Don't match perfectly
So why do my socks need to
Wednesday excuses
Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 1:42 PM UTC
I am nearing seventy,
my woman, has me, surpassed.
that hallmark of difference,
is a race I can’t catch her up,
so always on the lookout for ways,
ways to equalize the difference.
laying in bed on a beautiful
Tuesday, (renamed Twosday)
romantic muse-marveling how
an ordinary weekday came to be
so spectacular, the senses are
keening, preening, as the warm
loving feelings upping with sun,
rising, and my eyes welling tears,
of youthful gratefulness and love
so
I propose we get matching tattoos
to lock in this storied moment historical.
She smiles.
Stealthy moves as if to bed exit,
when with a sudden twist of fate,
reverses with one of the three pillows,
her in-bed-reading-backup-accompanists,
no pretense, she tries to beat me to near-death.
Later.
She inquires.
“What tattoo exactly did I have in mind?”
Till Death Do Us Part
(inside a heart, optional).
She snorts.
“That can be arranged, if you get more deranged!”
*from now on my passing thoughts of loving celebration,
gonna just keep on passing by, except for maybe, just,
tattoos of chocolates, a money saving device, so many
occasions useful, now you understand this poem’s entitlement.*
Ogdiddynash
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
One foot after the other, in perfect alignment
Carrying their spears of regrets with mirror shields to remind me of what I am
A full compliment of soldiers ready to invade my mind
More and more, their numbers never cease to increase
I try my best to stand my ground, equipped with my sword of dreams riding my noble steed of hope
Again I am faced with sad odds, I lose, again
I end up forfeiting a region of my country, again
I end up retreating to my castle of solitude
As I watch the invaders colonize the plains of my mind
Shades of sadness cloud the once clear and sunny skies
Color rich fields fade to black
Another battle, lost
They draw closer, so I ask myself, How much longer
How much longer till my walls of faith give in?
I started counting the days since my noble steed ran away
I've been doubting my chances since my trusty sword broke
The marching draws closer, I'll go out to face them, again.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
*You think too much
You’re too curious
Your brain can’t decide what to do
You’re not like all the other boys
You don’t want to say the wrong thing
You say things that you think without meaning to
Your hair won’t cooperate*
**I don’t care what you think
I love that you ask questions, you ask when nobody else will
I think your indecision is absolutely adorable
That’s right. You’re kind and amazing
I love the way you think it matters if you didn’t mean to say that
I think that it’s so adorable when your hair is messed up**
**I know I need more practice
I know I am too mature
I know I am confusing
I know you thought that I was a girl all the time
I know that these stupid fantasies I have won’t come true**
*And you say
You can teach me
You don’t care; you’ll be up there with me soon
You think confusing is good; you like mysteries
You don’t care, as long as I’m me
You say that maybe they will you never know*
*And you also say
I’m fun
I’m amazing at what I do
I’m talented in ways you’ll never be
I’m the one you want to get to know
That one day you’ll be ready to ask me out*
**You’re funny
You’re the best
You’re amazing
You have things I can’t
I can’t get you off my mind**
We’re perfect
We match
We complete each other
What we have is something we won’t forget
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
A stand off between concise,
introverted ends of the same masterpiece.
An alluring strategy that helps define
an existence based on love,
where both intervene in one another's
paths in life..
While still managing to slay imaginary creatures
in the full heat of conducted card games.
Between overly exhausted, endless "dad jokes," precious animal "poetry," and silently lounging in a confined abstract fortress of wood and steel, the time created in this atmosphere, is one that all time should be measured by.
With one in the others presence, yin is completed with its yang,
and a sense of divinity is forced into assembly.
One in the "same, same"
I am proud.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Maybe it was the glasses you were wearing that drew me to you.
After all being short sighted I wear glasses too.
My opening line was "nice frames. Where are they from"
You responded "from the opticians in town. Are you short sighted or long?"
I gave you a wink.
"Do you Fancy a drink?"
You screamed "cut the crap"
And gave me one hell of a slap!
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC