This sight
makes my eyes ache.
My sighs
make my I’s ache
I
ache
poem-expansion February 19, 2015
Swelling protectively
Guard against weakness
Pretend to be bigger
Ache inside.
poem-stretch February 18, 2015
This joint needs stretching.
Lean into the pain,
just a little push.
Hold there,
on the edge of the agony.
Relax back.
Lean again; push
just
a little
further.
Stretch the joint;
flexibility is necessary,
when you may need to run,
eventually.
poem- swing February 17, 2015
So why does a kilt catch all the girls’ eyes?
The risk that men run and what she might spy,
Should breeze catch a pleat and lift to the sky?
No, what catches the eye and makes hearts sing,
what makes her desire her own highland fling
is the lad’s stance and the way that kilt swings!
A man in a kilt breathes confidence, aye?
So don that kilt, laddie, make the girls sigh
when you swing those pleats as you saunter by!
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A little rhyming for you today. 😉
“It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing, doo wah doo wah, doo wah doo wah!”
poem-lovable February 16, 2015
Her body next to him is not enough
For him to believe in love.
He must believe he is lovable,
in order to love someone else.
If she is worth romancing,
would she be with him?
He must believe he is lovable
in order to love someone else.
If he is unworthy of love, how can
he encourage her to love him
through hearts, flowers, and love letters?
He must believe he is lovable
in order to love someone else.
poem- nerd love February 15, 2015
I love nestling next
to your naked body discussing
psychological theory.
poem- Valentine haiku February 14, 2015
I know you love me
because you left this grieving heart
the last crumpet.
Again.
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But if you’re reading, darlin’
I wish you’d worn your kilt today.
It wasn’t much to ask, was it?
Just sayin’.
poem for Jack February 13, 2015
This poem was sent to me by my father-in-law, following the notice about Dusty’s euthanasia today. It’s so lovely I thought I’d share it with you. The author, Christopher Tatchell Winter, was my husband’s 2X great grandfather. I will check, but I believe it would have been written around 1900. (Ignore the way WordPress mangled the spacing in the first stanza).
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Dear, dear little Jack, my companion & friend
Few now are my years, soon cometh the end
And I thought to have had you until I depart
But no more will I lessen the pain of my heart
My dear little dog, so faithful & true
I never shall know another like you
Much that passes for love may be but a cheat
But your love was constant & full & complete
No more will you meet me & run half a mile
To leap in my arms & my sorrow beguile
If but for a moment it then would depart
And sunshine & gladness would enter my heart
Oh, dear little Jack, I call you in vain
But why should I sorrow, why should I complain
It can’t bring you back, I know that is true
And yet all the same I will sorrow for you
And now at my door, you rest in your grave
And over it many a flower shall wave
In winter the snow on it softly shall fall
But no more will you answer & come to my call
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The sketch of a Winter dog, presumably Jack:
poem- good dog haiku
How long ’til I stop
Checking behind me for my
faithful dog shadow?
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Good bye Dusty Dog.
poem- last day February 12, 2015
Now begins
your last twenty-four hours.
You are curled on a fuzzy blanket
that you settled onto with a groan
and a long sigh.
You’re catching up on the sleep you missed
between 2 a.m. and 7 a.m. when
you cried and howled and paced.
You struggle to rise and follow me
as I move through the house, still my shadow
even though it hurts to move.
You still wag your tail
though your hips cause you pain.
You still look up trustingly
with those cloudy white eyes,
so I will do my painful duty,
and give you sleep, free from pain.
After your final vet appointment,
tomorrow at this time.
I will bury you in the back yard
beside your brother, and we will weep
over the loss of another faithful dog
who shadowed us
with devotion.
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Shawn L. Bird 