Time Together

Inspired by the writing of a friend: poem of husband & wife over time –


It seemed like magic when we met
Emotions we would share
On the table was everything
And with each word was care

To matters of health and sickness
In wealth or poverty
Each felt until death do us part
Was how it had to be

To work things through with compromise
And talk into the night
So when the morning sunlight came
Our time, again, was right

Time sure flies when you’re having fun
Sharing respect and love
By motto of two lives well lived
Our blessing from above


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Interview With Emojis

I wrote this imaginative piece earlier this year, about a woman I liked and whose name shall remain anonymous…


🎙 What is courage?
😊 Well, I call her by her first name – XXXXX. She is courage.

🎙 Is she strong?
😅 Yes. She’s much stronger than I, and less than half my size. And I’m not ashamed to say it, but I’m afraid of her.

🎙 What does she look like?
😍 To me, she is a vision of beauty – her eyes, face, smile…and she’s also equally lovely inside.

🎙 Have you told her?
🤔 Have I told her what?

🎙 That you love her?
🥰 Is it that obvious? Well, yes.

🎙 Hmmm…did she say it back to you?
🕵 Well, I think she asked me about the weather…but she didn’t say that she didn’t love me.

🎙 I see. And that’s fine with you?
❤️ Yes, it is.


I think it’s good to be able to laugh at oneself 😂 at times, and I hope that you found my sense of humor entertaining. Have a great day 👍

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Poem: Two Hearts

She found her heart one day beneath an old sweater
That was lost in the attic of her yesteryear
Collecting dust of memories long forgotten
She took it back for want of love that she found pure

Across the sea
4000 miles
Another heart did beat

In a young man
Whose love for her
Would make their lives complete

Together they would rule the world
Two hearts, one love intwined
To share this blessing they have found
Heaven on earth, defined

Holding hands in the park
sipping wine after dark
They were married last spring

Now, they live happily by the ocean in a unique home which he built out of several shipping containers. She’s a thriving romance novelist, writing from her office which opens to a courtyard garden, in the center of their house. Together, they share stories in real time – a day in the lives of two dreamers who took a chance to embrace true love.

The best is yet to come. Believe.



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Another Year, Already?

Good Morning 🌞

Living in the Eastern Time Zone, USA, with a birthday this year on the day after the time change for daylight savings…

Yesterday I lost an hour,
And today I gained a year.
But what about tomorrow?
Time will tell – to make it clear.

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She’s A Good Witch

She’s a good witch
The spells are real
Her magic worked on me

Within a wish
She’d wink an eye
And thoughts would come to be

With no defense
I’m at her whim
And yes, she likes to play

She wears me out
Then props me up
Each evening every day

Don’t get me wrong
I love her so
And know she loves me too

But she’s in charge
This lovely witch
Until the day is through

She’s a good witch
Her spells are real
The magic works for me.


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Poem of Courage

After reading a friend’s writing, “The Hell’s Barge Self” – an inspiring account of ones fighting spirit to cherish life through surgery and not succumb to agents of evil – I wrote this poem in response…

Facing the faces of many
Disparaging people unkind
A warrior of courage with faith
Evil cast away – out of mind.

Drifting on boat through a dark hell
Operating to fight disease
Veiled voices behind a curtain
A lesson learned – not to appease.

Emerging stronger than before
Precious life held close to her heart
Eyes opened look forward with hope
Living life anew – a fresh start.


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Dreaming At High Tide

Beach Comber

Water rolls in with the moon at high tide, as stars flicker behind a curtain of space.

I can sleep through this dream until morning, then collect seashells and treasures of ships sunken centuries ago.

The beach is my tomorrow. The moonlight, a distraction.

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Stepping Back

It’s like I’m outside at a circus, looking through a dirty glass window, watching all the kids having fun inside…

Climbing tall ladders to reach high wires. Pulling a lion’s tail. Stepping on the oversized shoes of clowns.

In time, I turned back to pass between bended fence posts and begin my journey home – 10,000 steps.

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Poem About A Writer

I have a friend who is a gifted & imaginative writer. She also is often a source of inspiration for me to write poetry, including the following…

She Writes From The Heart

Putting pen to paper she writes
Words flow from her creative mind
Imagination without limitation
Always, one of a kind.

From deep in her heart, filled with love
Her life experiences teach
With wisdom and inspiration
She shares advice but doesn’t preach.

A humble woman with courage
She’ll tell you to believe
She knows the best is yet to come
Her goals set to achieve.

I’m so grateful to call her friend
Yet sometimes my heart skips a beat
Her eyes and face, so beautiful
And precious soul, so sweet.

Poem of Togetherness

Her Hand In Mine

If I reached out and took your hand,
Would you take it back or squeeze?

Would you tell me where I could go,
Or move closer, as you please?

If the former,
Then please explain –
My heart is in your hand.

If the latter,
No need to talk –
Your wish is my command.

I want to make things right with you,
And drift into the night.
For both to share our love as one,
Until the morning light.


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