Your smallest part
is dear to my heart,
even if that part is shrinking.
Your funniest twitches
have had me in stitches,
so I'm glad you practised your winking.2/21/02010
My darling wife was in the process of losing lots of weight. As of now, she's down by a bit more than 140 lbs. and is very nearly at her goal. She's amazing! So that's what the reference to shrinking parts is about.
The winking reference has to do with her having learned to wink, through practice, since we met. It's not a natural act for her, so it's still awkward. She knows not to pretend that it's a natural act. So she's not prone to using it in public and accidentally creeping people out with it. That's a good thing.
I wish I could give you much more than I'm able…
a husband with all of the charm of Clark Gable,
a great fancy chair at a great fancy table,
your very own horse in its very own stable,
a heroic role in a wonderful fable.2/20/02010
Five rhyming words. I think this would be my record holder even if I hadn't resorted to using a celebrity's name. For those of you who are too young to know who Clark Gable is, you have the internet. Look him up!
I have noticed recently
that I have started
to laugh like you,
with no intention
of doing so.
I guess you influence
me in ways I never
would have anticipated.2/13/02010
A true story. And the thing is that if you asked me to consciously mimic Beth's laugh without having just heard it, I would be unable to do so. But when I hear it, I know it. Even when I hear it from myself.
This may sound corny and sappy
— as if I'm taking you for a ride —
when they ask me how to be happy,
the best response I can provide
— better than puppy breath —
has to do with my wife:
Be sure to marry Beth
— my trick for the happiest life.2/12/02010
A penguin will fly through the water;
a pelican flies through the air;
you've flown as far as Texas;
but an emu can't fly anywhere.2/11/02010
Beth was quick to point out that she has flown farther than to Texas. The flight to Las Vegas brought her even farther from home. Oh well! It wouldn't change the rhyme scheme or the meaning of the poem. Still, I feel as if I should present the original wording of the poem even if it's flawed.
with your history
of throwing games
of miniature golf
with the intention
of making me more confident
in my ability
to hold my own
with you, I sometimes wonder
whether you have chosen
to surrender anything
of your identity
to make yourself fit
into some notion
of what you think I am looking for.
I hope not.2/10/02010
On our first vacation together [when Beth was my boss; long before I had any idea that we would end up together romantically and long after she claims to have known that we would marry], we went miniature golfing. I got terribly upset at discovering that she wasn't competing to the best of her ability and was, instead, playing intentionally ineptly. This was some silly misguided ploy of hers. Something to do with believing that men can't be comfortable with losing in sporting competition to women. She wanted my ego to come away unbruised, as I understand it. Ridiculous!
I researched my condition.
Why consult a physician?
This is my diagnosis:
chilblains. Good is my prognosis!
I know this poem is not so romantic.
At least there's no reason to get frantic.
My toes will not fall off my feet!
Maybe you'll think that's sweet.2/7/02010
I'll be dead by morning,
with hardly any warning.
Sharing my final day
with you is the only way
I would go if I had my say.2/6/02010
This was when I had a mysterious ailment causing problems with my feet. Hence, the speculation about my impending death. Not to worry. I didn't die that night. For the diagnosis and prognosis, check out tomorrow's poem.
Remember that time you told me a joke?
I remember the time you gave me a poke.
Remember the time when you sang me a song?
I remember one time when I sang along.
Remember the time when you drove a car?
I remember hoping you wouldn't go far.
Remember that time when I wrote you a verse?
You might've thought it couldn't get worse.2/4/02010
When I wake up in the morning
and discover that I have been sleeping on my side
I take stock of my brain
to see which parts have not
leaked out through my ear.
I am always most pleased to discover
that the parts dedicated to loving you
are still firmly in place,
right where they belong.2/3/02010
The backstory: I have a horrible memory. This has long been a bit of a private joke with my darling wife. One day, years ago, I said something about how my brain must have leaked out of my head while I was sleeping on my side. I was very proud of myself for formulating such a clever idea. But Beth told me that it was not actually my own original idea. According to her, it was something she had said about me some time earlier. Though I have absolutely no recollection of her version of the idea's origin. Like I said, I have a horrible memory.
Your smile is the best part of my day.
Or maybe it's your touch.
Perhaps it's your kiss.
But I suppose it might be your laugh.
I guess it might be your voice.
You are the best part of my day.
Back to gushy. This one's sort of linked with #10. I'll let you decide which you think is better.