Tag Archives: love

Amity

She is a porcelain doll,Amity
Born from talent and skill,
Crafted sharp by good hands,
With great care, taste, and will.
She thinks fast, mighty smart,
Wisdom, reason, and tact,
Calculated and shrewd,
Always more than you ask.

She is mighty and strong,
Very precious and bright,
You will instantly know,
When she lands in your sight.
Unique beauty and grace,
Her step light with much grace,
She can walk, dance, and climb,
There’s no mountain too high.

Her true worth is well hidden,
Value mostly unknown,
It will slowly reveal,
To the patient and honorable.
When you meet her at first,
Be respectful and calm,
She’ll reveal her true self,
Given space, peace, and time.

She will teach love to you,
Not the lusty old kind,
But the one that will last,
Through tests, tempests, and time.
To love, care, and respect,
To learn, listen, and share,
A journey true, mighty, and not for the weak,
Love is sensitive, wise, this you’ll never regret.

 

October 1, 2021

Heartbeats

HeartbeatsWords written with compassion,
Tingling thoughts of care and love,
Harbors of intersecting dimension,
Whispers of a wishful heart.

Letters soar like migrant warblers,
Feathers hope high in bright skies,
Memories of future junctions,
Sharp as ever, multiply.

Sixty beats per minute, resting,
Each one pushes forward life,
Have you heard my secret wishes?
Hear my voice deep in my eyes.

 

October 9, 2025

Treasures

TreasuresLove is a vault of protection,
Full of treasures fantastic, so great,
Rate in value much higher than diamonds,
Gold bars, sapphires, rubies, or gems.

In that vault, you can find truth and kindness,
Care, compassion, real beauty, and joy,
There, you can comfortably shed all your worries,
And dispel your fears, angers, despairs.

To unlock that great trove and abundance,
All you need is the key of real love,
Such behavior of care and compassion,
That reaches deep and directly to heart.

Once you’ve mastered that code, keep pursuing,
Love requires much maintenance, support,
Words and actions, with daily attention,
That develops, expanding that vault.

You will find that your heart grows dimensions,
Paths and wings to be lifted on high,
Those will give you the care of contentment,
And will brighten your prospects of life.

One last note, this code we’ve been discussing,
Is quite different from person to next,
You must gently work well to discover,
Which one proper, and which to forget.

Listen closely, for sounds of approval,
Are your actions here bearing success?
Be considered, attentive, and mindful,
This true path you will never regret.

 

June 21, 2025

Voyager

VoyagerShe was called into port one fall evening,
Maintenance needed after long voyages,
Fine adjustments to the keel and her rudder,
A new rope and some stitches of sails.

Her tall mast, roomy hall, were eye-catching,
She was famous for braving high seas,
Crossing storms as if flat surface sailing,
All while hauling great loads with a breeze.

This great vessel exudes special allure,
You would know if you wandered its halls,
Learning stories of high-seas adventures,
Long tours traveled with sextant and wheel.

Once north wind came to shore, she departed,
Without fanfare or teary farewell,
I could see her white sails on horizon,
Pointing east as the wing blew them full.

Steady keel, mighty ship, and safe sailings,
May this voyage be long, jubilant,
Bring back flavors exotic, far places,
When your journey returns you to port.

 

September 15, 2025

Chronometry

ChronometryI can measure time by days, weeks, and months,
I can measure it by hours and minutes,
Sunrises and full moons,
Seasons and years.

I can measure time by counting leaves on the ground,
Strata in rocks,
Movement of the sun by day,
Stars and galaxies at night.

I can measure time by counting dog years and the number of pets kept,
Trips to the ocean and holiday vacations.
I can measure time by recalling the first time I saw you,
Standing there by the door.
The first time we met, talked, and walked together.
Our first kiss.
I can measure time by looking back on all that we have accomplished together,
And all that we have achieved with each other’s support.
I can measure time by looking through our picture albums,
Or by observing our aging bodies.

All those memories, each one, a moment in time,
Become fresh when recalled, as if they have just happened.
Every time I think of any of them on our timeline,
I remember,
Time to live.

 

June, 2, 2025

Nature Love

Nature LoveLove is an egg,
Fertilized by a smile,
A meeting,
And a conversation.
It hatches with a hug,
Continues to grow and develop,
Through mutual attention,
Patience,
And care.
It spreads its wings and soars,
Carrying both over great distances,
Of maturity and growth,
Far beyond their individual reach.

Love is a tree,
Sprouts from a seed,
Planted together with care,
Dedication,
And hope.
It is feeble at first,
Susceptible to the elements,
Cross winds,
And inadequate locations.
But soon its roots strike deeper,
Grow and spread,
Its trunk thickens,
The canopy grows wider and taller,
Providing shelter and shade,
From rainstorms and hail,
Offering a clear distant view from its top,
Over the forest.

Love is a strength,
Mightier than envy, anger, and hate.
It is armor protecting from threats,
Of all natures,
Physical, mental, and spiritual.
It takes little to spark,
Yet provides endless powers,
For all who share it,
To find comfort and forte,
Console and care,
Inner light and inspiration,
Deep inside the soul.

Love is an opportunity,
To engage,
To trust,
To intimately know.
It diverges from person to person,
But has no limits in reach.
It is made of large, positive numbers,
Always adds, never subtracts.
It is ultimate food,
In abundance for all,
Both the nourished and hungry,
For the body and soul.
It sustains via touch,
And by distant connections,
Through one’s voice and their scribe,
To those in the relations.

Love today, love here, now,
In the moment and always,
In the heat of the night,
And in darkness of day.
Give it all that you can,
Be true, giving, and sharing,
It will raise you to heights,
Paramount to a human being.

 

May 15, 2025

Sibir

Sibir

Morning sun breaks through the window shade’s cracks,
But the rays which manage to sneak in do little to light the small space,
Or even charm it with a tiny sense of warmth,
Anything that would ease the dark chill that’s been encompassing it,
Over the past few days.

You’ve been here before, in this very same place,
Shivering and worried, will it ever warm up?
So you know how these periods happen to emerge,
Like untimely weather events,
Or meteoroids bursting into the atmosphere,
Which can be forecasted if you know what signs to look for,
Such as contrails of migrating birds,
Messages of fallen leaves drawn on the ground,
Or gossip bees exchange while seeping nectar.
But you rarely do.
Instead, you bask in the light and enjoy the warmth,
As it fills every corner of you, baking you in a comfortable joyful daze,
Until you suddenly realize you are alone in the chamber,
Conversing with yourself,
And your words condense in the frozen air in front of you,
Turning your worries into tiny water droplets,
That quickly vanish,
Unlike your thoughts.

Earthly and celestial bodies move to their own rhythm,
Trying to intercept their motion is unwise,
Not to mention futile.
It is better to watch and admire them from a distance,
Until the constellation realigns to a different form.
Better days ahead, you know that from experience.
Love the invisible sun,
Appreciate her great presence.
She will rise again, anew,
Following a meteor shower,
A flock taking a morning flight,
Or by next fall,
But not today.

 

December 16, 2022

Serendipity

SerendipityThe wrath of the skies on one midsummer night,
Showered thunder and storm on a saturated Earth,
Creeks were filled, rivers rose, and the water raged on,
Widening crevices, paths, downstream flow current strong.

Fields were turned into lakes and house basements to pools,
Drowning all that did not float under cold waterfalls.
It took days for the sun to return to her post,
And the water to give up its conquered lots.

To the basement she went to assess what was lost,
Finding water-soaked pictures the decades engulfed,
Parts of life that belonged to her much younger self,
Faded memories interred in a box on a shelf.

Curiosity, courage combined to an act,
Message sent, one returned, an exchange then begot,
And the flame that was lit then, a lifetime ago,
Kept suppressed, now caught fire with force to behold.

Love is patient, it waits for the right time to strike,
It combines chance and place, and two spirits delight,
From disaster and agony loss sprung fresh love,
That took decades to simmer but has timely arrived.

 

October 2, 2022

Awake

AwakeHorny cats yowl a cappella,
In a fiery summer night dating ritual.
Heated fights pierce the collective hum,
Of air-condition units,
Struggling to cool down the humid air,
And tempers,
Swirling over the sleepless metropolitan.

Making love is a sticky venture,
For the furred,
And the furless.
Lust driven by hormones,
Gamed by opportunity, determination,
And a good dose of timing and luck.

Electrode fingers, rubbing bodies,
Touching, sensing, probing,
Trying,
Producing sweat, raising temperatures,
Generating fun-static electricity,
Pleasure,
And envy.

Street lights glow through the window shades,
I lay beside you,
Listening to your quiet breathing,
And yowling silently.

 

July 2, 2022

Circle of Love

Circle of LoveHome is where love is,
Love is where you feel safe,
Feeling safe helps you become inspired,
Being inspired gives you strength,
Strength saves you from danger,
Inspiring you to expand into new worlds,
Where you can discover strength, safety, and love,
Reinforcing your home.

 

December 6, 2021