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Thursday, February 14, 2013

2013 Valentine

Valentine 2013

She’s got cat power,
that one gal of mine,
and that’s just one reason
she’s my Valentine.
She’s got cheetah speed,
when it comes to what’s right.
If you’re thinking I love her,
you know I just might.
She’s got an elephant’s memory
after all of these years,
forty-two and counting,
most of them dears.
She’s got the mischief of monkeys
when it hits her, the mood,
her teasing’s outrageous,
her jokes mostly good.
She’s not tall, no giraffe,
more koala in size,
but height doesn’t matter,
she’s the light of my eyes.
How many more critters
do you think I can name?
They all make me happy,
that’s the core of this game.
They’re just like my Barbara,
helping me smile,
likely forever,
and that’s a long while.
If forever’s not possible,
well what can I say,
I’ll treasure each moment,
each delightful day.

2012 Valentine

Valentine, 2012

At 10 and 31,
we’ve only just begun.
Not really birds of a feather,
but, truly, always together.
There’s good in what we’ve been,
in our 31 and 10.
There’s great in what we’ll be,
just you wait and see.
The best is yet to come,
with you, on Planet Awesome.
There’ll be no need to worry,
not in our love story.
With you as queen, I’m king.
Next stop…everything!

2011 Valentine

Valentines Day, 2011

Where Is the Love?
Love is everywhere,
in the coffee in the morning,
in the movies that we share,
in the songs that others sing.
Love is in the air,
in odd spaces so it seems,
in the cats for whom we care,
in wishes, hopes and dreams.
Love is not so rare,
not very far away,
seen by those who dare,
beside the place I stay.
Love is always there,
when it seems even not to be,
for you the Mrs. fair,
standing next to me

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Favorite Dylan, Astrologically Speaking Blues

I have to say
that Lay Lady Lay
is the one to play
on Valentine’s Day
At another time,
there might be a better rhyme,
another to be sung,
like, say, Forever Young.
But, to my eye,
since Bob’s a Gemini,
the one I’ll vote for
is Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Teo Leo

He likes Suzanne Vega rhyming and Cedar Walton timing, he drinks coffee in the morn, CafĂ© Moto, just now born; he grows hair upon his face, with a lion’s manely grace, and talks with hands upon his hips, discussing foreign trips; tips generously, he does, loves all nurses just because; sometimes happy, sometimes sad, all injustice makes him mad, goes on hikes just for the thrill, through the valley, up the hill; he eats cupcakes for the taste, thinks most diets are a waste, lives to paint and poem, now calls San Diego home; just an ordinary guy, not too boastful, seldom shy, he makes casseroles for dinner, not much caring about thinner; he’s the leader of his groups, the okra in the soups, foreign films get a look, he enjoys a good book; loves tall trees, names his birds, sings the oldies, have you heard? He likes Bob Dylan rhyming and Katy Perry miming, doesn’t care to be well-dressed, but he knows that he is blessed; that’s him, the real deal, our good friend, Teo Leo.