Long Term, Happily

I thought I’d write a little love story in rhyme

About Margaret and Henry in their long ago time

They loved in the era of mini skirts and lava lamps

Of kissing contests they were the supreme champs

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There were the Byrds The Beatles and The Rolling Stones

Henry was always jonesing for Margaret’s bones

Margaret still loves Henry’s handsome brown eyes

Sixty years later there are still no other guys

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They have been wed for fifty five years

And prefer green tea now and not many beers

The pair remain active and spry

Fish dinners they broil and no longer fry

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Margaret reads Keats to her long time hubby

Henry reads Joyce to his girl whom he calls his sweet Mubby

The pair take long early morning walks

They listen to Brahms and have close involved talks

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Margaret and Henry live in the same home

They take brief trips but far they don’t roam

Henry takes pride in his perfect front lawn

Margaret bakes bran muffins Saturdays at dawn

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Out front is a maple they planted when wed

Out back they planted a blue spruce instead

One doesn’t see many couples like this pair

She loves him always and she’s his lady fair

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Candytuft

Micros – Nine

Freshwater pearls and

         Onyx, Sense and Sensibility

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A road trip in

           Rain.

     A passenger seat read, The Country of the

      Pointed Firs

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High winds tamed with hyacinth’s

                  Scent

      Snow flurries, translated

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       A rope ladder ascends an oak,

                  A blue door chosen,

                  Hummingbirds and nectar

                   Glow ruby

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Girl in pink velvet listens,

    Brahms,

         Cardamom and If On a Winter’s Night

                 A Traveler

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An hourglass plays flute,

    And nutmeg, and pumpkin pie with hidden

  Compass.

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Roses in flight

I read August; wait for December.

Lemon meringue pie.

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Lemonade from cumulus,

    Vertigo,

     North By Northwest in autumn.

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Calico cat purrs, then sleeps,

      Hard rain,

Smiling pups.

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Tiny Poems

Butterscotch lace,

        Embroidered cinnamon

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Calico cat to lion,

         Ocular intensity

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Stephanotis and pink velvet,

     French meringue

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Macaron moonbeams,

                  Larkspur

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Key limes

        Malachite silk

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White lights on

A fir –

Sugar trimmed gingerbread

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Exclaiming commas,

             Interjections, pausing

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Lavender linen

And

Plaid, loquacious

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Peaches and plumeria

       Castles sing glacier blue

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Maples on the catwalk

            Too sexy for their

             Foliage

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Laces and Lupine

Sunrise sky, lavender blooms

And Calypso roses,

Western places and

Venus dozes.

Open persimmon doors and

Smooth marble floors,

No end to Time and autumn days,

Sublime.

A waltz under birches-

No human besmirches.

Only slow and swirling will do.

Western places and Venus dozes –

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Lupine and French laces..

Kisses, Vermillion, with dark amber traces,

Lines etched in ink, indigo.

Hard cider with cardamom, and

Blue hyacinth falling.

Blueberry shaved ice and winter’s stalling.

A neverending tale with angel cake and warmth.

Little Sunday Poems

These are a few nonsense Micros because I love words, and I love to put words together in an alliterative way.

Dahlias diving,

Delicate directional, daring

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Towhee typist,

Temporary, tiptoeing

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Radishes, ripening,

Rakish rapscallions running

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Cirrus ceiling –

Celadon circuses

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Landed locusts, lackadaisical,

Loving laces

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Copper clarinets, candelabra,

Climbing carnations

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Bluebells, bountiful –

Breezy bracing bear

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Harp, holistic,

Halting hemlock

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Spun silken satchel

Stealthy steps, surmised

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Nettles nuisance

Nervous nightingales,

Newcomers

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And just for fun, a half dozen that are not alliterative, but just as nonsensical.

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Hot chocolate poured,

Marshmallows for Bears, Three

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A pine’s eyes,

A preface’s nose,

A story, sniffed

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Escaped ellipses,

A topiary’s ears

Parentheses wear earmuffs

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Words exclaiming,

Perusing periods,

Chapters, climbed

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Happy stocking caps

Cold heads, covered –

Cinnamon snickerdoodles

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Crackers in chicken soup,

Chocolate in lace shapes,

Gingerbread men in

Superhero capes,

Eating cake

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Little Poems

Beautiful clouds and a crow

Calls

A lone yellow leaf

Falls

A small house with a turquoise

Door,

Leaves turning, a shift in the

Light.

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Watch football with my husband

Or,

Read poetry to myself?

Poetry wins this contest

But,

A quarterback’s pass, well thrown

Is

Its own kind of poetry.

A field goal, if well done, and points added

Is

A kicker’s work of art.

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Wait! Who am I?!

What creature has overtaken my mind?

An interception of thought?

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My sweet cat.

A poem all by

Herself.

She is poetry with fur.

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Things that are also little

Poems..

The sound of a book’s page

Turned,

A kitty’s steady stare at a non-object

Across a

Room.

One floret of steamed broccoli placed next

To

A pile of sweet potato fries.

Cold water drunk from a favorite

Mug.

A list of books read of a month,

No matter how small the

Number.

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Also, the poem of the thought of

An

Excellent night’s sleep,

To which I am hopefully on my way.

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Suzie and Thomas

Suzie thinks designer bags are ludicrously spendy

It matters not to her that they are status symbols trendy

She’d rather spend her money on books and her cats

She likes novels to read and math texts to practice stats

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Suzie has a new boyfriend – his name is Thomas Stone

Thomas’s favorite hobby is to fly his new drone

He doesn’t like designer things at all

Though he wears tailored suits – he’s six feet and eight inches tall

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Thomas can’t drive Suzie’s little car

Well he can drive it some but not very far

Thomas has always been a big pickup man

Of Volkswagen Beetles he’s really not a fan

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Suzie and Thomas are connoisseurs of wine

They love to sample many when out they dine

They drank Riesling on the night they first kissed

So that grape is always the first on their list

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Next August 14th is their set wedding date

Thomas has a reputation for being kind of late

Suzie said he’d better be on time that day

If he’s not then in the garage he can stay

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Suzie wants her party in pastel blue

The color of an iceberg- a pale winter hue

It’s an evening reception with a sit down dinner

The toast will be made by best man Byron Keatsner

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Thomas is letting Suzie plan the whole thing

He just doesn’t want to misplace the ring(s)

He told his fiancee he’s no good at planning

And he told her best girlfriend – Mindy Manning

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They have seven months until the big day’s arrival

The photographer Amy specializes in records archival

Their life is full of loving and fun

They fell in love quickly – their friends they did stun

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Ghost Weekend

Edmund and Darlene spend three nights in Carl Ghost Town

Rumor says that on Main Street lives a scary ghoulish clown

Ed and Darl brought a very small tent

The rooms at the old saloon are too expensive to rent

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Plenty visit but no one lives there

It’s for only the ghost clown who rules his lair

There’s also a tale of buried ghost treasure

To find silver and gold would give Ed and Darl real pleasure

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It’s Saturday night and the Ghost doesn’t find them

So they get lots of sleep – some good REM.

Ed and Darl wish they had a giant RV

The walls would be solid – it would be so groovy

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Their last night there they splurge on a room

They have no premonition of gloom and doom

At midnight they hear the rattling of chains

But it could their imaginations – their overactive brains

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They stay up awhile and read poetry to each other

They hide under the covers but each the other doesn’t smother

The rattling of big chains soon does stop

But Ed and Darl hear moans – will the clown their heads lop?

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But it seems Ghost Clown loves Baudelaire

So some poems with him Ed and Darl do share

Clown says his name is Charlie McShane

His time as a ghoul will soon be on the wane

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He tells husband and wife they can’t see his face

He’s invisible and fast – away he can race

The old sheriff’s ghost is looking for Charlie

He listens for reggae – Charlie likes Bob Marley

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But Charlie plays his favorite tunes low

And when he listens he drinks his bourbon real slow

Then Charlie tells them it’s time for him to go

He says have a safe trip home – I hope you liked my show

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Autumn Mood

Sweet strawberry juice on my

Tongue

Perfect peach flesh fills my

Mouth

Nectar drips down my

Chin,

Sticky fruit scented

Cheeks –

Summer, savored, over.

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Apples, pears, crisp.

Sliced with Mabon’s

Sword.

Bounty filled pies, tarts, cobbers.

Cider, hard with cinnamon.

Nutmeg spiced pleasures.

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Stags, watchful in

Woods,

Light readies for its

Rest.

Autumn storm clouds plot their

Advance.

Brass bound trunks free their

Fall sweaters

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I look to stories. Fairy tales, sprinkled with

Truth.

Real, but with magic,

Enhanced.

Brahms, Rachmaninoff, Bach, play just for

Me.

Berries like jewels, and sequined silks.

Tales illuminated, margins compete with

Texts.

Imagination,

Piqued.

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My own tales, I’ll

Make.