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Poem #136

If you swim to Portugal
then crawl to France,
by the time you arrive
you might have no pants.5/28/02010

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.5/27/02010

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.5/26/02010

Poem #133

Your hair, your hair,
so shiny and soft—
truly a wonder
how it stays aloft.5/25/02010

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!5/24/02010

Poem #131

I love you still.
I always will.
Even when I'm over the hill.5/23/02010

Poem #130

I tried being younger.
That was fine until now.
Now I'll try being older.
That seems right somehow.5/22/02010

Poem #129

Here are some theses
and there are some thoses.
I must have misplaced
your dozen red roses.5/21/02010

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.5/20/02010

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.5/19/02010

Poem #126

All that remains
of dinosaurs is birds.
All that remains
of dead poets is words.5/18/02010

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.5/18/02010

Poem #124

I owe you a poem.
I owe you a kiss.
I owe you some hugging.
I owe you some bliss.5/18/02010

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

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.
5/16/02010

Gushy love poem.

Poem #122

When you kiss me with your lips,
it makes my heart turn gentle flips.5/15/02010

This is definitely a gushy love poem.

Poem #121

A smidgen of pidgin
can go a long way
but knowledge from college
will more likely pay.5/14/02010

Not a gushy love poem!

Poem #120

If you were a star
up high in the sky
I would step out
to see you nightly.5/13/02010

Yet another.

Poem #119

Nobody loves anybody
more than I love you.
Anyone who says he does
doesn't know what's true.5/12/02010

Another gushy love poem.

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?5/11/02010

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.

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.
Love.5/10/02010

And again.

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.5/9/02010

Gushy again.

Poem #115

Harmony, melody,
dissonance, assonance,
also rhythm and rhyme,
all of these things in their time.
5/8/02010

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

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.
5/8/02010

Yet another of those gushy love poems.

Poem #113

I love when you sing
your songs to me
with made up words—
the lyrics only you and I
may ever know.5/8/02010

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

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.5/6/02010

Such a gushy love poem!

Poem #111

I've discovered that
Libbets' stamina is
greater than my own.5/5/02010

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.

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.
5/4/02010

I happen to like the ABBA rhyme scheme.

Poem #109

Flailing, growling, baring of teeth,
barking, gnawing, falling asleep.
Specialties of Libbets,
old lady dog
extraordinaire.5/3/02010

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

Poem #108

It will never be
wrong for me to love you as
much as possible.5/2/02010

A gushy love haiku.

Poem #107

If love appeared as light,
my love for you'd be bright…
brighter than the sun.
Now wouldn't that be fun?5/1/02010

Back to the gushy love poems, of course.

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.4/30/02010

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.