Spirit In Prose

I love your mind
The things that you say
The way they are expressed

Deep, dark feelings
That come from your soul
Your spirit in prose

The way that you think
Composed in your style
With your special gift

The words that you left
Written on the wind
But locked in my heart

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the gift

the best gift that I ever received
arrived in boots and faded jeans
it wasn't Christmas--early July
much flirtation was applied

wrapped in wit and humorous quotes
for me there was no antidotes
I fell deeply under his charm
this one that keeps me safe from harm

so much alike, it's down right scary
always happy, not ever contrary
makes me happy in every way
exactly for the love I prayed

on a ranch we make our home
with a pug that likes to roam
and so this gift, the pug and I
live happily under a big blue sky

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promise

look beyond the dream
to where you'd least expect
look beyond the fantasy
for whom you'd least suspect

write my name in kisses
each one a twinkling star
pull the moon from heaven
to gift wrap our sweet love

blow some gentle breezes
to sweetly ruffle my hair
lay me down with promise
stay always with me there

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2024

another year is put to rest
365 that I was blessed
loves one near and babies far
two days travel in a car

you and I alone this night
snow capped mountains in our sights
moon shines bright on this last eve
fire and wine for you and me

tree is down and packed away
nothing to do on this cold day
watch the ball drop in the square
2024 is in the air

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atrium of my heart

the prayers I said while on the beach
the closest place to Heaven for me
You are so close, I feel you there
Your grace shining everywhere

I look for truths, talk out loud
shedding openly of this shroud
plead redemption to impart
this shattered atrium of my heart

answers come from my request
not what I wanted but for the best
what I find is what I seek
and this truth will set me free

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for all to see

guided by fireflies and the pale moon's light
you carve our love in a tree with your knife
initials and a heart left for all to see
deep in the meadow where you loved me

grass from our bed flatten amongst other blades
there in that forest where memories were made
the stars were the blanket in a soft velvet night
the nightingale hushed by each uttered sigh

the tree stands still, a tall leafy oak
shadowing the grasses where love lay with hope
and there carved deeply in the trunk of that tree
is a heart with initials left for all to see

(this is photoshopped, no trees were harmed)


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poetry to my heart

I like it when you say I'm beautiful

or in your words, "that I'm hot" 

I like it that you say you love me 

more than all of the baggage you've got

I like it when you say you missed me 

but not only when the shower runs

I like it that you are  fussing

before our day has begun 

I like it that you try to find time 

to squeeze me into your day 

I'd like it if you were closer 

so you could show me in more ways 

all of these things a gal needs to hear 

it's validation of all that we are 

and when I see it in your eyes 

it's like poetry to my heart 

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carried away

like a feather that floats on a gentle breeze
or birds singing songs in the green mesquite
like a cloud drifting by on a clear, blue day
this feeling I have is carrying me away

like the nighttime sky with all its stars
the big, full moon that glows from afar
like the heart that pounds from the words you say
this feeling I have is carrying me away

carried away by that look in your eyes
didn't take too long for me to realize
for all to see, like a painting by Monet
this love for you carries me away

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once a soldier

once a soldier, a brother a spouse
a father, a buyer, the head of a house
one winter month on a Valentine's day
a very long time since you went away

a son, a lover, an ornery pest
a fixer, destroyer like some of the rest
blamed it on battles, long over; hard fought
scars there are many from turmoil they brought

a legacy of anger and one of despair
a legion of others who've also been there
a memory that lives, well instilled in a child
maybe not deserved, but given with smiles
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oil from a well

it was much harder than you might think
to say the things I bottled up deep
gushing from me, like oil from a well
too late to retrieve, or un-ring that bell

you drifted from reason, space to space
reading my thoughts; lacking in grace 
this doesn't rhyme, but it is all real
it's the way I think and how I feel

when I look back, coming out of the fog
wandering, isolated, all thoughts now jogged
I contemplated all the words that you spoke
but only heard the ones you chastely wrote

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renaissance man

comfortable in jeans and boots
leather and helmet
waders and cap 
suit and tie

handsome in all 

a man of many talents
master of them all
well read, cultured
connoisseur of music and cigars 

soft spoken, soft touch 

a true renaissance man
in every since of the word
a man's man
every woman's dream

my wish come true 

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useless things

in the corner or under the bed
that very place I lay my head

the day is done and out goes the light
things go bumping in my night

I thought I had them all at bay
thoughts I manage during the day
but out they wander one by one
those ideas I thought once fun

comes the dawn and there they go
back in the corner like dirty clothes
shaking the sleepiness from my head
tossed and turned from thoughts well read

grab the coffee and fill my cup
it's still early, I'm the only one up
looking at you still fast asleep
dreams seem real but talk ain't cheap

wondering if you have those thoughts
of all the ones that are now lost
deep in memories that can't come out
I wish they'd dry up like a drought

it's not that I would ever go back
or run to you with all you lacked
times are better but still I think
of you sometimes and useless things

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king for a day

don't talk to me of circumstance
Of useless things after we once danced
there is no time or one more chance
once you slayed me with your lance

on you move to newer things
better times is what it brings
while loving songs your heart may sing
feeling like a once crowned king

the crown may tarnish if your head does dip

you bow your head and off it slips

do you feign amazement or come to grips?

when at last your title is stripped

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CHRISTMAS

Calling up the reasons
Happiness all around
Reaching deep and giving
Into hearts unbound
Sealing all the cards
To get them there on time
Making all the cookies
A favorite of mine
Season of spirit and hope

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Christmas in the desert

snow up on the mountains
but none down here below
it doesn't stop the spirit
Christmas will still glow
a yule log on the fire
to keep the chill away
while we open presents
and celebrate the day
it still is kind of silly
to see snowmen on the street
and all those electric reindeer
once a Midwest treat
Christmas in the desert
the best that I have known
traditions I brought with me
Christmas spirit still aglow

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fireside

love displayed by fireside
burning passion in the night
flickering glow on moistened skin
fire burning from within
with each touch that does excite
verses to the poem we write
winter snow falls soft and white
love that flows with each soft sigh

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