Valentine Time

Standing on the corner,
Waiting for some time.
To share with a lover,
Please be my Valentine.

Waiting on a corner,
Waiting all the time.
Ne'er does she pass,
Ne'er my Valentine.

Shivering on the corner,
Cold to the bone.
Ring, Ring there goes my phone,
Who is it calling be my Valentine.

"I see you standing,
Why stand all alone?
Come inside,
And be my Valentine."

Warm pulses sing,
As I walk to you.
For you,
My love will be true.

Ne'er Wait on the corner,
Wishing for a Valentine.


Show her that you
Love her
Make everyday
Your Valentine.

Four Seasons: To My Wife

You make Angels in the snow,
"It's Cold Don't ya' know?"
You laugh and throw,
A snowball at my toe.

I love you more and more,
When wind and rain do roar.
The warming of the days,
Beings light to your face.

In Spring I hear you sing,
Watching swallows on the wing.
You hold me in your arms
Share all your charms.

With the Summer's fire,
You do inspire.
We walk along the beach,
Now you chase, but just out of reach.

Then when the world goes brown,
You never wear a frown.
Oh my darling wife,
Each year you bring light to my life.

I Want to Go to the Seaside

Many a summer's day is spent at the seaside, beach or ocean. Whatever you call it it can bring back pleasant memories, to share with the one you love.

This poem mixes a desire to go to the seaside with the one you love and childhood memories of summer days long passed.

It is about sharing memories of childhood days as well as making new precious memories of times together.

If you can't take a trip to the beach, ocean or seaside with someone you love and enjoy a sunset walk on the beach with them, why not enjoy a poem about that very thing together.

Better still write your loved one a poem.

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Late: A Poem of Clock Watching

One technique of the poet is to create a persona from another point of view.

In this poem the viewpoint is from the clock on a wall. The clock is an omnipresent and all seeing character. Continually watching and being watched by the questioner, who has but one question, "Am I late?"

The clock's replies are various however, never repeating which adds to the surprise of the reader. Why should a machine be able to answer a seemingly mechanical question from the human questioner. It is a paradox. Who is the real machine in the poem?

Sample:

Am I late?
I watch you into work.
Am I late?
I tick away your break.
Am I late?

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When You're Gone.

Places and objects can bring back memories of other times.

Sometimes a view or a piece of furniture or a piece of music can hold many memories.

In this poem, sitting on a park bench brings back cherished memories. Tempered and strained by the fact that the loved one is gone. Never to share the place again.


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