Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Poem #74

You have an extraordinary talent
for voicing a
"meanwhile…back at the Hall of Justice".
It makes me sad
that you never exercise it
any more.
It is one thing I miss
about the you
you used to share
with me
and no longer
do.
3/26/02010

A sad poem about longing for something my darling wife used to do to amuse me and has ceased to do.

In case you don't get the pop culture reference, there used to be a Saturday morning cartoon on the teevee about the DC superheroes. There was this narrator who used to say, "meanwhile…back at the Hall of Justice". Beth used to do a spot-on impersonation of said narrator.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Poem #73

I will love you
till the stars come home;
till the cows fall from the sky.
3/25/02010

See what I did there?

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Poem #72

I hope when you dream of a happier future
those dreams will still include me.
Whenever I picture the decades ahead,
by your side is where I want to be.
3/24/02010

Yet another gushy love poem.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Poem #71

Perhaps eventually you'll know
just how far I would travel
to let our endless loving grow
and not let it unravel.
3/23/02010

Friday, November 26, 2010

Poem #70

I always try to tell you
but it comes out sounding weak…
our love is like a mountain…
like the highest-ever peak.
3/22/02010

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Poem #69

What if I told you
that my knees go weak
when you kiss me
as you do sometimes
when you love me?
3/21/02010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Poem #68

I'm glad that you found me.
Oh yes I am!
I like you much better
than raspberry jam.

I love you. I love you!
I love you so true.
More than clear skies
love to be blue.
3/20/02010

You guessed it! Another gushy love poem.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Poem #67

I don't want a baby,
not even if it's small,
not even a quiet one
that knows how to crawl.

I don't want a baby
no matter how clever,
even if it's cute
and works a mean lever.

I don't want a baby,
no matter how smart,
talking in sentences
right from the start.
3/19/02010

One of the things Beth and I have always been in agreement on is our desire to not have children. Babies can be amusing in their finest moments. But they're really hard to deal with on a long-term basis. Even the best baby in the world has more downside, in my view, than upside.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Poem #66

You know,
I've been thinking
that if we weren't
already married,
I would get down
on one knee and
propose
(to you, of course).
3/18/02010

Gushy.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Poem #65

I think of you pleasurably
and love you immeasurably.
3/17/02010

Succinct.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Poem #64

Your shoes may be fancy,
your dress may be smart.
Don't call me Nancy
and I won't call you Bart.
3/16/02010

Not a gushy love poem!

Friday, November 19, 2010

Poem #63

You stole my heart
and now it's yours.
I like thin mints.
You like s'mores.
3/15/02010

Girl Scout Thin Mints are, objectively speaking, nature's perfect food. My darling wife likes the marshmallowy "goodness" of s'mores. Enough said.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Poem #62

I forgot my contact lenses
and my glasses got foggy
but I could still picture your face.
3/14/02010

My job requires that I spend time in walk-in freezers. When I wear my glasses, they fog up upon exiting. This is the whole reason why I got contact lenses. Some days I forget to wear them. This poem was composed on one such day.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Poem #61

When our dog barks
and our others do too
I still feel a spark
when I think of you.
3/13/02010

Sometimes I look at one of these and think "this was a particularly weak effort". Such is the case here.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Poem #60

I feel lonesome,
I feel blue
when I don't get
time with you.
3/12/02010

Monday, November 15, 2010

Poem #59

I love the way you laugh
when you think of something funny.
I'm glad you don't complain
when your eggs turn out all runny.
3/11/02010

Sort of an odd little gushy love poem.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Poem #58

If I could have you love me
for just another day,
I would be quite lucky
in the most wonderful way.

If I could have you love me
for just another week,
I'll be lucky in a way
that I could never speak.

If I could have you love me
for just one month more,
my luck would fill me
all throughout my core.

If I could have you love me
for the rest of the year,
I would be so lucky;
of that you should be clear.

If I could have you love me
for the rest of my life,
I would be the luckiest;
perhaps you'd stay my wife.
3/10/02010

Another gushy love poem.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Poem #57

Food with lots of spice
can be quite nice.
When it's way too hot,
nice it is not.
3/9/02010

I had probably cooked something that ended up overly spicy the night before I wrote this one. At least it's not a gushy love poem for a change.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Poem #56

I don't like that I'm so much
more trouble than I'm worth.
You deserve so much better,
the best on the Earth.
3/9/02010

I have this little self-worth problem.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Poem #55

I sometimes lose track
of the distinction between
a sheep and a lamb,
but I'm not confused
about ewe.
3/7/02010

I am opposed, in principle, to the pun. But sometimes I resort to using it anyway. Shame on me!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Poem #54

Your delicate fingers
are lovely to watch
as they tap out
their messages
on clicking keys,
destined for deciphering
by far off friends.
3/6/02010

A rare love poem about typing.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Poem #53

Walking hand in hand with you
down life's serpentine path
is every bit as wonderful
as the most luxurious bath.
3/6/02010

Monday, November 8, 2010

Poem #52

At the ocean's edge,
the lapping of the waves
is a whispering
of my love for you.
3/6/02010

This one is quite similar to its immediate predecessor.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Poem #51

When the wind blows
through the treetops,
it makes a rustling whisper
confirming my love for you.
3/4/02010

A gushy love poem that doesn't even rhyme.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Poem #50

Indian food for lunch
will be much better than a carrot.
Or at least that's my hunch.
I wish I could be there to share it.
3/3/02010

This was on a day when Beth went with Jen to Concord. They went to lunch at an Indian restaurant, which made me a bit jealous. Lucky for me, my darling wife brought back some leftovers for my enjoyment.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Poem #49

Flying cars are not here yet.
In the future, they'll be I bet.

Talking dogs, you'll never find
except perhaps deep in your mind.

Some things likely, some things un-,
bets are lost and bets are won.

One unlikelihood already true:
lucky me gets love from you.
3/2/02010

This one doesn't really look like a gushy love poem until you get to the end. And there it is!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Poem #48

If you wore a sweater,
perhaps you would feel better.
At least you might be warm
even during a storm.

But if you're on a boat,
you should consider a coat.
Out there on the high seas,
the wind's more than just a breeze.
3/1/02010

This one's not a gushy love poem!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Poem #47

Your face is home to some of my favorite parts
including my favorite cheeks.
I think we've had among the very best of starts:
great years and months and days and weeks.
2/28/02010

And another gushy love poem.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Poem #46

Shoes and socks and pants and shirts
are things that you can wear.

Pinching, poking, teasing, taunting:
things that I can bear.

Loving, hugging, kissing, laughing:
things that we can share.

Everything that makes you you:
things that make me care.
2/27/02010

Yet another gushy love poem.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Poem #45

A rabbit may be quick.
A pony may be pretty.
I'm glad you didn't pick
a home inside a city.
2/26/02010

I am regularly thankful that we moved to the middle of nowhere, New Hampshire. The lack of crowds, the lack of traffic, the clean air. All of these things are wonderful! Beth found our house by shopping on the internet. We fell in love with the building and probably would have bought it even if it were in Concord or Manchester. But it isn't, and I am glad for that.