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Here is a poem I wrote for and dedicated to my Honey, Donna.
Just thought I'd call you up and say hello,
And let you know I always think of you,
And say you're always with me day and night
In every single thing I say and do,
And tell you that the thoughts I have of you
Surround me like the fragrance of a flower;-
I thought you'd like to know that since we met,
There hasn't been a single wasted hour.
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Here is a little ditty you might like. I wrote it one day when I was between marriages. I was at a girlfriends house and she
asked me to write her a song. I asked what she wanted the song to be about and she pointed to a toy telephone nearby and said,"That."
So I wrote this song.
Toy Telephone
I miss my playmate since she has gone away,
She's gone away and left me all alone.
Now I can't see her to ask her out to play
so I'll call her on my toy telephone.
I really miss her and want her to come back;
Without her I'm so blue and all alone.
I think she'll change her mind if I can tell her how I feel
So I'll call her on my toy telephone.
We had a quarrel, you know how children are,
When playing house they sometimes dis-agree.
But now I'm lonely and I promise I'll be good
If only she'll come back and play with me.
But if I cannot reach her, I'll leave a message there,
And tell her that I need her here at home,
For playing house is not the same without my favorite girl
So I'll call her on my toy telephone.
Once there was a toy telephone.
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This is my Honey, Donna. Her dark, sultry look is what drew me to her. I have no idea what drew her to me! 'chuckle
I will show more pictures of my Honey as we go along.
Now some more poetry.
Many of my poems are very long; maybe too long for a single page. We'll see. Enjoy!!
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The Lonesome In Me
A Rose from the Garden that's lost all its petals
The last leaf of autumn that clings to the tree,
A woman past forty who's not known a lover,
These things start up the lonesome in me.
Here is a poem of perception some of you may understand.
Perceptions
I perceive, all the simple little things that never take a lot of thought-
Sixty seconds make a minute, sixty minutes make an hour,
Anything that once is paid for is at once considered bought.
And the seasons; there's the winter and the springtime and the summer and the fall,
And the battles and the games we play don't mean so much to win or lose,
It ain't the win or lose but how we play the games is all.
It's a game-and we can't take it too serious, this life we try to live,
Get up early every morning, go to bed too late at night,
To consider what we get we must consider what we give.
And the giving; must we always take the back seat, stand behind our fellow man?
All these questions need some answers. Is the answer all around us?
Not to play the game so well but just to win it if we can!
See You on the Next Page!!
More Poems ...
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