Friday, June 3, 2011

Poem #206

The repercussions
of long discussions
can be deep and wide and troubling.
For strong protection
try misdirection.
Perhaps mention tripling or bubbling.

Did you notice the "misdirection"? If you were paying attention, you were likely waiting for a rhyme with "troubling" and the setup word of "tripling" should have led you to expect "doubling". But then I threw in "bubbling" instead. Okay, so it's gimmicky. What do you want? I'm providing these free of charge.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Poem #205

If I start to pant
but I'm still unable to breathe
and my skin breaks out in hives,
please don't — you can't —
I don't want you to leave
or force feed my sour cream and chives.

I don't remember composing this one, but it sure seems like it was strictly an exercise in rhyme.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Poem #204

Once I am dead
I won't need a bed.
For I won't do any more sleeping.
Nor will I require
any fancy attire
or alarm clock to wake me with beeping.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Poem #203

If you desire
to someday retire
I hope we can succeed.
You inspire
me to aspire
to fulfill your every need.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Poem #202

Think I'll make it in the nick of time!
Brother, can you spare a dime?

This was me trying to squeeze a poem in by midnight. Terrible, terrible, terrible!

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Poem #201

Sometimes I feel like a bird on the wing
and sometimes I feel quite small.
Sometimes you love me early in spring
and sometimes late in the fall.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Poem #200

Pretty much all that matters to me
matters because of you.
I'm going to love you the rest of my life
even if you become a Jew.

As I've probably mentioned, my darling wife is in the process of converting to Judaism. This is not my favorite idea ever. Such is life.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Poem #199

I feel terrible.
I feel awful.
I wasted a day of our life.
I wish I could take it
back and redo it
and show you I love you, my wife.

This was written after some horrible and pointless argument and misunderstanding.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Poem #198

When you kiss me you give my heart wings.
When you hug me you set my heart free.
I'll never get tired of feeling these things.
I cherish what you do to me.

Another in a long line of gushy love poems.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Poem #197

I've listened to their arguments
and still I'm not persuaded.
For when it's time to make their point,
the truth's always evaded.

This one is paired thematically with the previous one.

A Diversionary Tactic

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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Poem #196

I've listened to their arguments
and found them unconvincing.
The "logic" they use
tends to induce wincing.

This one was inspired by religionistas pushing their fairy tales as if they represent reality.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem #195

A pizza pie is nice
and so's a bowl of rice.
Sometimes it's quite funny
when your eggs are runny.

No deep meaning here. This was simply an exercise in rhyme.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Poem #194

I love when you call me Dammit.
It reminds me of how much you care.
But I wonder whether you'd call me that
if I danced more like Fred Astaire.

Dammit is one of my darling wife's nicknames for me. In case you were wondering.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Poem #193

For my birthday,
I don't need a fish.
I want you to love me.
That's my only wish.

My birthday was fast approaching and my darling wife was probably asking what I wanted.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Poem #192

I've loved you for miles.
I've loved you for years.
I've loved you through smiles
and I've loved you through tears.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Poem #191

Thanks for not squirting my eyes with a lime
or another citrus fruit.
Thanks for loving me all of the time
and for giving me kisses to boot.

A gushy love poem.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Poem #190

If the weather's warm enough,
surely we will melt.
So far it's never happened yet;
that's just how we've felt.

This must've been written on a very warm day.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Poem #189

Invading skunks,
cops are drunks.
What's going on in this town?

Pumpkin trees
and your knobby knees
to chase away my frown.

The first stanza involves us having come home to discover three pair of skunks waddling around on our lawn. It also involves a report we heard about a cop in our town being disciplined for drunk driving.

The second involves my experiment in growing pumpkins from seeds. The mention of my darling wife's knobby knees is an allusion to her having lost an amazing amount of weight.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Poem #188

Uninteresting, boring,
dull as can be.
That's my entry
in the dictionary.

Thrilling, exciting,
That one's yours.
Don't know why you chose me.

Here's a bit of my old self-deprecation creeping its way in.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem #187

The twinkling of stars,
the glow of the moon
are dim next to you in my sight.

I likely won't see you
till well after dark.
That's why I long for the night.

I must've been in the middle of a workday that I expected to go much longer than I hoped.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Poem #186

Someday I might sing you a song
in hopes you might sing along.
Someday I might write you a letter
in hopes it might make you feel better.
Someday I might take you flying
in hopes it might stop your crying.

I'm not really sure what was behind this one. Probably just an exercise in rhyme.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Poem #185

If anyone ever asks me
what it is I see in you,
I will answer simply: "Everything.
(…And her eyes are sometimes blue.)"

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem #184

What would it cost?
What would truly be lost,
if I spent a long while
entranced by your smile?

And another.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Poem #183

Would anyone notice I've drifted away
if I got lost in your eyes for a day?

Another gushy love poem.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem #182

Seven years down,
I hope you don't itch
and decide that it's best
to leave me in a ditch.

I'd love to be married
for seven years longer.
I'm hopeful by then
our love will be stronger.

Seven years later,
I hope still together.
We can walk hand-in-hand,
no matter the weather.

An anniversary poem.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Poem #181

Reaching the end of our seventh year of marriage,
I wish I could show you how much you mean.
I'd love to give you a ride in a magical carriage.
That would be befitting for you, my queen.

Another in a long line of gushy love poems.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Poem #180

If you were a bureaucrat
then I guess you'd know
just exactly where it's at
and where red tape should go.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Poem #179

Your ojos, your ojos—
invading my dreams.
Must be the result
of one of your schemes.

My darling wife claims to like the poems about her ojos especially much.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Poem #178

it's entirely too hot
to tolerate
these dogs leaning up against
my skin.

Must've been having a warm spell.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Poem #177

You fill me with joy
though you fill me with dread.
I can't understand
what goes on in your head.

I don't remember just what it was that provoked this poem, but I'm sure it was something.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Poem #176

Today is Independence Day
but I depend on you
to make me very happy
and not start feeling blue.

Happy Independence Day,
my one true guiding star.
I love what you do for me
and everything you are.

A holiday-themed, rhyming, gushy love poem.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem #175

I saw an aardvark in the dark
or maybe that's not right.
Perhaps it was a bit of fuzz
playing tricks on my sight.

It rhymes. But see how clever? Lines 2 and 4 rhyme with each other. That's obvious. Perhaps you didn't notice that lines 1 and 3 contain internal rhymes.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem #174

Every day starts at midnight
and that's when every day ends.
No matter how long any day lasts
I'm going to love you then.

A gushy love poem.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Poem #173

like a tennis game
before the first point's been won:
all tied up, love, love.

Have I mentioned that haikus are easy?

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Poem #172

Before their sentence
from a fruit-loving judge,
several defendants
(for stealing some fudge)
went out and planted
a nice lemon tree
in hopes they'd be granted
some rare clemency.

I think this is one of my best.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Poem #171

I like when you are happy.
I don't like when you are sad.
Your happiness is good for me.
It makes me feel so glad.

Another gushy love poem.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Poem #170

I live for your hugs.
I live for your kisses.
I live for your loving,
my wonderful Mrs.

A gushy love poem.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Poem #169

I loved when you told me
about your dream
and made me laugh
out loud.
You should read my bestselling book.

My darling wife had a hilarious dream in which she and a friend were being accosted by a group of women who kept pushing these pamphlets at them and institing that "you should read my bestselling book!" Eventually, the friend was turned into a "bestselling book" pamphlet peddler.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Poem #168

When you are sleeping
your eyes are hidden from view
by your own eyelids.

Haikus are easy!

Monday, April 25, 2011

Poem #167

I want to see you smile and laugh and dance with joy
as if you had just found a wonderful new toy.

Third in a series.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Poem #166

Thanks for loving me as I am
and not insisting I eat spam.

Also short and goofy.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Poem #165

I'm so glad you came back home
instead of extending your long roam.

Short and goofy.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Poem #164

excitement and eagerness
tomorrow comes soon!

A haiku in anticipation of my darling wife's return home from her vacation.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Draw a Bird Day, 02011

Yesterday was Draw a Bird Day. This is a "holiday" that I didn't know about until yesterday evening. Still, I participated. Here's my bird:

I've titled this one Awkward, Undaunted.


Also, I know it's been a long time since I've posted a poem. [Not that anyone's noticed.] There are poems waiting. I've just been busy not typing them up. A shame too, considering that we're now deep into National Poetry Month. I promise that I'll resume posting poems by the end of the month.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Poem #163

I love you every time there is
and every time there's not.
I love you when it's cold outside
and also when it's hot.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Poem #162

You won my affection
and broke through my armor.
Your kiss, my confection,
you sweet little charmer.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Poem #161

I love you in the afternoon
and later, when it's dark.
I love you whether bicycling
or strolling through the park.

Another gushy love poem.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Poem #160

Your fingers shrinking
got me thinking
about your wedding ring.

On the day we married,
that ring I carried
as such a precious thing.

Now you are my wife,
the best part of my life.
So much more important than bling.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Poem #159

Another dead mouse
this time a homegrown victim
super-cute while live.

Our border terrier killed a mouse in the house on the day this poem was composed. I had seen the mouse scurrying around the kitchen earlier, but I was unable to capture it and set it free in a safe location. It ran under the oven, where I lost it. Some hours later, it must have reemerged, whereupon it met its violent end.

I'm sure you've noticed that this is a haiku.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Poem #158

I wish I were with you
wherever you are.
In a boat, on a train,
on a plane, in a car.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Poem #157

I will love you every day
even when you've gone away.
I hope we'll talk on the phone.
Then I'll feel less alone.

My darling wife was still on vacation.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Poem #156

Fluttering, my heart
quickens its rhythm when you
approach and kiss me.

Another gushy love poem.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Poem #155

If Miss Willow
saw Don Orsillo,
I'm sure she'd run and hide.

She'd disappear
whene'er he'd come near.
Especially if he offered a ride.

Here "Miss Willow" refers to our cat, who is extremely fearful of strangers. Don Orsillo is a guy who does television broadcasts of Red Sox games. He might be a former baseball player. Of that I'm not sure. What I am sure of is that Willow does not like to go for rides in cars.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Poem #154

I love you on your knees.
I love you on your pelvis.
I love you more than circus fleas.
I love you more than Elvis.

Another gushy love poem.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Poem #153

Life is sometimes challenging
but it's really not a test.
At the end may come a stroke
or a cardiac arrest.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Poem #152

If only you would let me,
I'd love to kiss your cheek.
Then I'd have a reason
to explain why my knees are weak.

Gushy love poem.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Poem #151

Solo and lonely.
I miss having you with me.
My spirit's so low.

This must have been composed on the first day of my darling wife's vacation. She gets more vacation time from her job than I get from mine, which means that sometimes she goes away, leaving me alone for a week or so.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Poem #150

A grand slam scores four,
unless it's at Denny's for breakfast.
Then it's not really a score…
or at least it isn't the best.


Monday, February 14, 2011

Poem #149

Suzie, Cindy, Martha, Lupe:
Names that are not yours.
If you had them framed and hung,
Perhaps you could give tours.

Bucking the odds, the poem posted for St. Valentine's Day is not a gushy love poem. Strange, that.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Poem #148

I love you when you're toasty.
I love you when you're cold.
I love you when you're timid.
I love you when you're bold.
I love you when you coddle
and even when you scold.
I loved when you were younger.
I'll love when you grow old.

A gushy love poem.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Poem #147

Nitrogen and oxygen
are floating through the air.
You don't see them doing so
but still, they're always there.

A science poem!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Poem #146

I am Mr. Sleepyhead.
That is why I went to bed.

No doubt, composed late at night.

Oops! I missed a day.

In case anyone is actually counting on the consistency of one poem per day, I hereby apologize for missing yesterday's posting. Still, I think 145 consecutive days without a miss is pretty amazing.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Poem #145

If I end up falling apart at the seams
I can still be whole, at least in my dreams.

It's not good, but at least it's not a gushy love poem.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Poem #144

Wouldn't you like to fly to the moon
on a cloudless night in the month of June?
Wouldn't you pity those who try
in the mid-day heat in the month of July?

I think I like the rhythm better this way:
Wouldn't you like to fly to the moon
on a cloudless night in June?
Wouldn't you pity those who try
in the mid-day heat of July?

Monday, February 7, 2011

Poem #143

I haven't written a bit of verse
since before this morning.
But I'm going to sneak one in
almost without warning.

I'm not quite certain, but I suspect I sent this one just before midnight.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Poem #142

I hear that you like one poem
better than all of the rest—
something about your eyes.
I guess you think it's the best.

I don't recall just how it goes.
I suppose it's complimentary.
Perhaps it's about their beauty
or about how far they can see.

My darling wife tells me that her favorite poems are the ones about her ojos, but she got into the habit of saying "o-yos" instead of "o-hos". It's endearing.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Poem #141

Have you ever noticed?
Do you think that it's strange?
That when you say "thank you"
my response is never "you're welcome";
it's always "I love you."

This is true. I almost never say "you're welcome" to my darling wife. Also true is that when I'm addressing her directly, I almost never call her by her name. I call her "my love" almost all the time. It's not that I've forgotten her name, of course.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Poem #140

Perhaps I should write you a poem
to rhyme all your troubles away.
Then you might end up relaxed;
spend your time blowing bubbles all day.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Poem #139

I love you more than Thanksgiving
and more than Christmas day.
I love you when you're near to me
and when you've gone away.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Poem #138

If Mr. Newton
were made half of gluten
and the other half pure peanut butter,
do you think he'd make kids
break out in fits
or perhaps even cause them to stutter?

Here, "Mr. Newton" refers to our chihuahua.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Poem #137

With a kayak on my back,
I took my bike for a hike.
I climbed a mountain in a fountain
and did some dunking while spelunking.

This was purely an exercise in rhyme.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Poem #136

If you swim to Portugal
then crawl to France,
by the time you arrive
you might have no pants.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Poem #135

You anticipate my every move
because I lack spontaneity.
You know whether I'll bring the gloom
or lighten things up with some gaiety.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Poem #134

I dreamt I stood upon a ledge
and pondered what was past the edge.
I looked out into misty haze;
saw a future twisted maze.
I stepped back safely to the past
and hoped the comfort there would last.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Poem #133

Your hair, your hair,
so shiny and soft—
truly a wonder
how it stays aloft.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Poem #132

Curses! My verses—
You don't even bother to read.
I write them special for you.

Ojos and yo-yos,
a magical steed,
and watch this: gobbledegoo!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Poem #131

I love you still.
I always will.
Even when I'm over the hill.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Poem #130

I tried being younger.
That was fine until now.
Now I'll try being older.
That seems right somehow.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Poem #129

Here are some theses
and there are some thoses.
I must have misplaced
your dozen red roses.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Poem #128

Salt and pepper
rhyme with malt and leper
but how can that help a poet?

I could tell you your love
fits me like a glove
but I think you already know it.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Poem #127

I don't know why you fell for me
but I sure am glad you did.
You make me so much luckier
than any other kid.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Poem #126

All that remains
of dinosaurs is birds.
All that remains
of dead poets is words.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Poem #125

If you wear out your jeans
or wear out your sole,
it's easy to notice.
Just look for the hole.

If you wear out your welcome,
how can you tell?
There's no telltale damage,
no telltale smell.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Poem #124

I owe you a poem.
I owe you a kiss.
I owe you some hugging.
I owe you some bliss.

This followed a day on which I didn't get around to composing a new poem.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Poem #123

The color of your eyes
changes sometimes
as does the color of your hair.
I love the colors
of all of your parts
all the time and everywhere.

Gushy love poem.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Poem #122

When you kiss me with your lips,
it makes my heart turn gentle flips.

This is definitely a gushy love poem.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Poem #121

A smidgen of pidgin
can go a long way
but knowledge from college
will more likely pay.

Not a gushy love poem!

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Poem #120

If you were a star
up high in the sky
I would step out
to see you nightly.

Yet another.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Poem #119

Nobody loves anybody
more than I love you.
Anyone who says he does
doesn't know what's true.

Another gushy love poem.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Poem #118

The first mile we walk,
it's easy to talk.
The breathing's still easy to time.

After the second,
I notice home's beckoned.
But we still push ahead.

Three miles done,
it feels like we've won.
But still there are miles to go.

With four miles down,
we've passed through the town.
I think I can still make this rhyme.

After mile five,
we're still quite alive,
though I start fantasizing of bed.

I find the sixth mile
feels like a trial.
When it will end, I don't know.

With the seventh mile past,
we see home at long last!
And isn't it just about time?

This poem was composed after my darling wife and I went for a seven-mile walk. I like the complexity of the rhyme scheme here. Each stanza is AAB and the last lines of the stanzas are ABCABCA. I'm not really happy with the last line of the first stanza, but such is life.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Poem #117

When I see you smile
I am happy.
I can't help it.
It's beyond my control.
I think
this is as it should be.

And again.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Poem #116

You are,
to me,
a greater treasure
than all the diamonds
I can't afford to get you,
all the jewels
and precious metals,
all the wealth in the world.

Gushy again.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Poem #115

Harmony, melody,
dissonance, assonance,
also rhythm and rhyme,
all of these things in their time.

I think this one's especially terrible. Sorry for that.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Poem #114

How many ways
could I possibly say
that you are all I need?

For you I would walk
and for you I would talk
and for you I would even bleed.

Yet another of those gushy love poems.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Poem #113

I love when you sing
your songs to me
with made up words—
the lyrics only you and I
may ever know.

My darling wife sometimes makes up lyrics to songs. I'm not sharing any of them with you.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Poem #112

I love your kiss;
it gives me bliss.
I love your touch
so very much.
I love your smile
all the while.
I hope to hear your laughter
for happily ever after.

Such a gushy love poem!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Poem #111

I've discovered that
Libbets' stamina is
greater than my own.

I composed this haiku after taking Libbets out for a walk/jog of a few miles. It seemed that I got tired out quicker than she did.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Poem #110

I may not announce my love for you
with a lightning-like flash
and a thunderous crash
but I hope that you know that it's true.

I happen to like the ABBA rhyme scheme.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Poem #109

Flailing, growling, baring of teeth,
barking, gnawing, falling asleep.
Specialties of Libbets,
old lady dog

Just a little sketch of some of the characteristics of our border terrier, nearly 11 years old at the time I composed this poem.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Poem #108

It will never be
wrong for me to love you as
much as possible.

A gushy love haiku.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Poem #107

If love appeared as light,
my love for you'd be bright…
brighter than the sun.
Now wouldn't that be fun?

Back to the gushy love poems, of course.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Poem #106

It's not a myth:
I am full of hunger
and my thirst is raging.
Nothing to do with
carhops getting younger
or vampires never aging.

The last remaining carhop restaurant in New Hampshire happens to be The Fabulous Fifties, right here in Newport. We went there for dinner and ordered from Autumn, one of the carhops there. We know her because she used to date one of Beth's coworkers. She seemed years younger than she had seemed when last we saw her. That was part of the inspiration for this poem. Another part was Beth's fascination with the question of whether Bella would be wiser to go with Edward, becoming a vampire and gaining eternal "life", or to go with Jacob and get access to a bazillion abs, without risking her eternal soul. I believe I actually composed this between placing our order and getting it delivered. Hence the hunger and raging thirst.