XXIV

Ocean Power
My heart is truly beating with the sea
as wave on wave comes crashing to the shore.
Each minute's precious music fair to me
as timeless into time my spirits soar.

And so goes passing second, day and hour
Of water rolling endless on the beach.
True glory be to God in all his power
To man such an eternity can't reach.

So I must celebrate the wondrous scene
And lift faint praise to all that I survey,
But weakly try to speak of what I mean
Words can not hope this beauty to convey.

The magic spreads before me where I stand
This majesty of ocean meeting land.

XXV

I can't help that I'm staring at your card
To remind me of this night I spent with you
To stare at you in person I was barred
But to stop me now is something you can't do!

I see your smiling face and recognize,
Remembering hours ago I held you fast,
Such pleasure just to look into your eyes
And feel the warmth your gaze upon me cast.

I know it's fearful now look ahead
To what tomorrow brings to aching hearts
I will not push -- I'll take what comes instead
And trust to wondrous and auspicious starts!

We both have many wounds that time must heal
But is there doubt what we've just shared is real?

XXVI

Special Gift
I think sometimes to be alone with me
Can be a wonder full of pleasure rare
The peace that solitude can bring, you see
Can put to flight the thoughts of trial and care

It's not that I would banish from my side
Those loving souls who complicate my life
But I must have what often I'm denied
In duties asked of mother and of wife

I doubt that I would trade what either brings
I could not live without my family
And knowing how the quiet in me sings
For me to chose just one would not be me!

Just to know my needs this way gives life a lift
And to be at peace with me's a special gift!

XXVII

I find my life is cornucopiesque
The plenitude surrounding me is great
While god in philanthropic arabesque
Leans closer still his bounty to donate

No one around me knows all I possess
They see the tribulations that I scoff
But tender friends and children to caress
Are fortunes which cannot be carted off

Despite these gifts I truly recognize
When some who would control me touch my life
The tears that I have hid behind my eyes
Blur the wealth while substituting strife

It's hard at times to live noblesse oblige
When your heart's castle undergoes a siege

You cannot know the way you've touched my heart
Temporarily is not the proper word
I grieve the fact that we are still apart
Despite what you have in the silence heard!

Our memories amaze me with their life
Without a time for meeting face to face
These feelings seem to overcome the strife
That we have fought alone in separate place

I still have dreams of being close to you
And finding time to walk, you by my side
And if heard that you and I were through
You've listened love to voices which have lied!

For me, the time with you not in my head
Will happen only after I am dead!

Betty Birthday Sonnet

How should one note the birthday of a friend
Whose generosity has known no bounds
Her altruism never seems to end
A try to square the books simply astounds

So I am left to try to demonstrate
Appreciation that I feel galore
With meals and trinkets which are less than great
And words with which the balance to restore

I say these thing somewhat with tongue in cheek!
There is no contest as to show our thought;
I doubt it true that either one would seek
To measure love by gifts that we have bought.

But I can say to you and know it's true
I can't give more than share myself with you.
 

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XXX

I can't help think of being in your arms
While sharing time together, one on one
A new and loving feeling gently warms
The relationship that we have just begun

My darling it is good just knowing you!
You fueled the passion that gives birth to words
And lifted veils revealing treasure new
Akin to springtime flowers, trees and birds

This magic nature born in loving you
Gives wings to thoughts and helped my spirits soar
God grant the things we share are good and true
Our hearts can learn to sing now as before.

I thank an ever present Higher Power
For granting us each magic day and hour.

XXXI

When I think that you'll be flying soon to me
And I will hear your laughter from nearby
It's such a fine entrancing thought you see
At last to view the twinkle in your eye

So far from me you live and yet we're near
In every way except proximity
Because I know you'll be with me, my dear,
Anticipation works inside of me!

Yet, as I know all things must come to ends
This visit, too, will bring a time to part

As with these verses, love to you ascends
And when you go it will be with my heart

I only dream of coming wondrous day
When my true darling never goes away.
 

XXXII

At last I know how radiant can be
Your smile when sensing how someone might care
And maybe this time you won't chance to see
A time to come when he's no longer there

But could I help you try to break the script
That love is always dashing for the door
While clutching in his hand the heart he ripped
From the breast where issues love for ever more

I don't quite know if you can change this way
Or if the pattern fills some other need
But I assure you, there could come a day
At last you could from loneliness be freed

How our love tale will end is up to you
I promise I will do all I can do!

XXXIII

I look into your eyes and feel your love
It warms me, fills my heart with hope and joy
And who could fail to thank the Power above
Conceiving you did all his skills employ

But once again I serve the master cruel
By saving a fair damsel in distress
Again repeat the lesson as the fool
With each seductive gesture and caress

By now you'd think I'd learn not to repeat
The same mistake exactly once again
Look down once more and see her at my feet
A lover who's unworthy of all men

Oh, God might I abandon the despair
By finding loves in need of my repair.

XXXIV

I couldn't see the signals that you sent
I was confused as anyone could be
One minute I'd see love and then it went
And you remained just tolerating me

I guess it helped to bring your child, sweet
Afraid that she might lose her mommy dear
And I would kiss the ground beneath your feet
Which didn't help assuage the child's fear

And yet it was a wondrous time for me
To travel, just your daughter, you and I
The folk who saw us said, "Nice family!"
You saw me turn my thanks up toward the sky

I couldn't tell you what could cause more glee
Than having you and children close to me.

XXXV

I felt the warmth that lay within your gaze
You touched me and your hands contained a fire
To think of then just puts me in a daze
To miss that hid but obvious desire!

O what a treasure to be wanted so!
Could anyone find higher value gold?
And yet to think back then I did not know
'Twas me your arms desired to enfold.

I promise my attention to the task
Of learning what goes on behind those eyes
When next within their golden glow I bask
That I might see right through the thin disguise

I hope you know how mightily it's true
When you are wanting me, I'm wanting you!

XXXVI

I never cease to wonder at the way
these word appear in time to fill the page.
And yet I never knew when time was near
when I must write and muse desire assuage.

I used to think from my emotions came
the drive to scribble rhythms on a page
but now I know I only have to aim
my mental dish at where these signals rage.

The blessing's mine to know that I can call
at any time to whence these verses flow
and transcribe poems as in my ears they fall
what I, just seconds prior, did not know.

I only wish that, for my muse's part,
Each such gift could be a work of art?

XXXVII

I ride this train as through this rain it runs
past fallen house and trees reborn of spring
the buds festoon banks counting trash in tons
and conflicts man and nature often bring.

Whenever we give gifts don't we expect
at least a "thanks" in word or some display
the gift enjoy position of respect
or use that shows it's cared for in some way?

But look around the planet that's our gift
and see what we recipients have done
to make better and in all respects uplift
and improve it far beyond what was begun.

For all our lack of care I hope and pray
The Giver won't reclaim the gift someday.
 

XXXVIII

When I was just a child I used to fight
against the end of light we call the day.
As an adult I've come to love the night
and sensual respite it brings my way.

To fondle you and hold you in my arms
most often seems to happen after dark
brings what,  in other venues, cause alarms
to think that rubbing lips creates such spark.

To share such things continually amaze
us two who somehow seem to leave this world
as in our passion up in smoke we blaze
and warmed before this fire we lie curled.

Had I but known what waited out of sight
I doubt that I'd have railed against the night.
 

XXXIX

I drop a coin into the open well
and strain to hear the sound its impact makes.
What kind of sound it is I yet can't tell
nor howsoever long the journey takes.

On my lips as falling object finds its path
the wish that I may always chose to face
both things that bring me tears or time to laugh
inextricably bind my soul with grace.

For finding what I have along that road
that led me to this well in open glade
in time it's been my choice where ere I've strode
from gifts my opportunities have made.

That final destinies are never known
Is part of learning just how we have grown.

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XL

Dear Lord, I wish to thank you for this day
and friends along the way I've chanced to find.
When I look upon my life I'm forced to say
it's not exactly what I'd had in mind.

It aches my brain to try to figure out
how twists and turns accumulate to this
and pleased I am that you choose not to shout
of how far from where I've aimed I often miss.

I doubt sincerely that you have a plan
with specifics on just where I am to go!
Chance will show us more assurance than
a vain attempt to learn what you must know.

But it often seems my gratitude abounds
when what transpires around me just astounds!

XLI

So many messages come from my heart
it's as if my brain was relegated last
It wasn't also so right from the start
all to often I have hid in moments past.

The times I chose to hide have cost me much
I think it best to show the things I feel.
Though I recall when I regretted feeling such
a plethora of pain which made me reel.

I found emotions in a prior life
while training how to spot and give them voice
and on learning that I'd lost a prior wife
to suffer wakened feelings gave no choice.

Since I have feeling where I once had lack
The love you give I gladly give you back

XLII

XLIII

But now I answer to another call
to sing your praises comes not from upset
and though I feel it deeply I recall
I seldom wrote from joy -- more from regret

But this is love that's all so strange and new
because it comes with mitigated fear
I know deep in my heart that you are true
and with each daybreak I will find you here.

To know at last that I can be secure
gives rise to inspiration that is pure.

XLIV

It seems as magic with you in my arms
to stroke your neck and listen to you purr
to share our day with wonders and alarms
to stop the time and slow its ceaseless whir.

I cannot help your wonder to reveal
as I enjoy the gifts you give to me
to share a love that's obviously real
in ways that no one else may ever see!

We sing our song at night before we sleep
and know the loving treasure that we keep!

XLV

XLVI

XLVII

XLVIII

So time is passing as it always does
and you are counting minutes as it goes
decrying stacks of years and all that was
how fleetingly it passes heaven knows

I wish I could with either words or deeds
reassure you that your value only grows
and tell you just how well you meet my needs
make me feel loved from forehead to my toes

But I cannot replace a word within
your mind that you have chosen there to keep
nor make know that aging is no sin
life's not a bucket from which your days seep.

On this, my love, forever you may rest
as day on day my time with you is blessed

XLIX

Another banner day I've spent with you
Like children wondering at all we see
as side by side wide eyed these treasures view
appreciating all that life can be

The colors Vincent chose to grace a page
The crossing lines that Mondrian arranged
suggestive colors Monet chose to stage
to bring illusions home to eyes estranged

But we find art in every place we look
along the road, at home and in the sky
in children's voice and in babbling brook
such wondrous beauty almost makes us cry

How can our life be anything but charmed
When with this gift of wonder we are armed.

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L

My love, my eyes are heavy now with sleep
I long to take you in my arms to hold
and lie beside you 'til the dawnings creep
and dark of night's replaced with morning gold

You make my days a gift to be revered
I treasure each because they start with you
and nights reward for having persevered
in searching 'til I found a love like you.

The glow of setting sun just makes me long
to hold you very close and stroke your hair
because with close of day there comes along
no longer lonely nights that we now share

Each minute of each magic passing day
finds me rejoicing that you've come my way.

LI

Could I let pass a Valentine excuse
to write for you another verse of love
and leave this moment to a lesser use
than praise of you raised to the stars above.

You know that such a thing could never be
for me to skip a sonnet on this day
for so long as you within my life I see
I'm compelled to sing your praise in every way.

I know to hold you often is enough
to soothe your cares at closing of the day
and show those small expressions of the stuff
that makes you feel so loved in every way.

And so I write for you as from the start
Now more than ever, your love owns my heart.

LII

Whose image in the leaded glass could shine
with light within as from an unseen sun
and with it's glow our mission to define
in terms of love for each and every one.

This stained glass angel that I stand before
transported from another time and place
in controversy almost never more
would be allowed to show her shining face

But now, in truth obscured by argument,
we catch a glimpse of angel's inner glow
snatched here in glass from out the firmament
displayed in light that future time might know.

What Angels teach is music from the spheres
With thanks above, the music reached our ears.

LIII

I sit with thoughts of you and start to write
to tell you once again what's in my heart
a task I do with love both day and night
the hardest thing is knowing where to start.

Your warmth toward me shows how much I was missed
when we are reunited at days end
and doing chores we check off down a list
reminds me what it means to be a friend.

I never counted on a partnership like this!
It was a thing of which I'd only dreamed..
And thinking of that night when we first kissed
could anything be good as then it seemed?

It teaches us some things we cannot know
like how love starts and what can make it grow.

LIV

LV

LVI

LVII

LVIII

LIX

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LX

LXI

LXII

LXIII

Valentine's Day 2005
Of course it's time to midwife or to nurse
for sake of season to my Valentine
my brain into delivering a verse
and use this gift particularly mine.

I know you never cease to be amazed
at how the words pour forth with love for thee
when other men would sit there looking dazed
the sonnets seem to fly from God to me.
 

Love is the inspiration for my gift
I think of you and all my senses lift.
 
 

LXIV

 

News had reached me on this very morn
about Jack Stevens – Governor Elect.
That curse that goes along with being born
had taken Jack -- while speaking I suspect.

That's one thing marked my memories of Jack.
That he could talk – no hat would have to drop
To make him talk eternity and back.
I grieves me so to know he's had to stop.

For such as Jack don't happen every day
to speak so loud with spirit and with thought
enhanced Kiwanis life in every way.
One cannot fault the energy he brought!

Jack Stevens, you have whisked your form away
but your spirit lives inside us every day!

 

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LXV

T'was babes that brought me to your loving arms,
concern for children common ground for us:
to hold at bay their young life threatening harms
and give them health to live and play and fuss

I never thought this unexpected bliss
could come from such an unconnected act
and 'till that early April morning kiss
thought not of getting love and giving back.

Most don't expect that service could bring bliss
Some think that volunteering's thankless work.
But helping others always leads to this
And always brings an unexpected perq.

At first it all seemed very hard to do
So glad that perservering brought me you.

 

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LXVI

Ok, another year has come and gone
another miracle of love and joy.
Wait! Weeds can still be found upon our lawn!
Perfection has not found this girl and boy.

Like marks in leather testify to truth
we have some imperfections with us still
and as we say good bye to parting youth
More marks will pop along, I'll bet they will

But I can't dream of better company
to pass away the ending years
No better match exists to age with me
for sharing wonder, laughter and our tears

So anniversaries -- come and never quit
It's fun to think of sharing all of it
 

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Nepenthe
LXVII

Once I saw the glory of your smile
and held your hand when walking was yet new
the tender sound of laughter all the while
gave not the fear of ever losing you!

But, my child, that's just what came to pass
and from my life you've all but gone away
I think of you with fondness but alas
I've memories alone of you today.

They say to have no hope drives one insane
so I continue waiting for your smile
and dream of things to one day kill the pain
like seeing you again once in a while.

I languish here where fate has seen me tossed
to live with knowledge of the things I've lost.

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LXVIII

It's often said we know not what we've got
until we lose the things we value most
while spending time on things not worth a lot
until we're left with naught but memory's ghost.

Thank God because I suffer not from this.
I know the bread side which my butter lies.
It's you that my heart knows it dare not miss
and this is truth I care not to disguise.

Yes, February comes with chilly days
the fourteenth brings me notice of the time
when I should sit and write of all the way
that show my love to you again in rhyme

Please dearest say forever you'll be mine
and ever more remain my Valentine!

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LXIX

 The freezing rain arrests the drift of snow
and forms a crust that glitters in the sun,
resembling not Nor' Easters that I know.
It dashed the hope for deep snows when begun.

I hearken to a time so long ago
when as a child I watch the new flakes fall.
It seems to me back then when started snow
it did not end before it drifted tall.

The ploughmen roared on gamely through the night
to make a place for cars when came the day
and scarcely from the starting snow flake's flight
with diesel noise and lights they made their way.

The snow storm and the plows all did their worst
But in the end, we know who finished first.

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LXX

I am seldom ever at a loss to say
the many things that often cross my mind
and those who need to seek another way
when words don't flow, I leave them far behind!

I don't know which -- a blessing or a curse
that brings words so quickly from within my heart.
I'm only sure that it would be much worse
were it to be impossible to start.

My dearest, I can never credit take
for inspiration that from you abounds
any claim of mine is a mistake
it's heaven sent when poetry astounds!

Just as I must thank my God for granting you
it's God's gift that makes words I write you, too.

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LXXI

Valentine's Day it comes around again
again I'm blessed to spend it, love, with you.
By now, they're dim reflections of time when
we weren't yet fully coupled, me and you.

I treasure every instant that has passed
and thank my God for you into my life.
The thoughts of love for you are ever vast
and I'm so glad to have you as my wife.

So once again I keyboard words for you
and vainly try communicating love.
My darling, know that we are ever new
like you, our magic came from up above.

So know you this and lest you ere forget
to show my love I've barely started yet.

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LXXII
For Don's 79th Birthday

Hello there, Don, you've passed another year
And I've been privileged, sharing quite a few
In fact, three score and two you've had me near
Although it's not all benefit to you!

But we've been friends in good times and through heck
And seen the ups and downs resolve to this:
To each we've been the other's pain in neck
But through it all, no moment would I miss!

So here at Cosmos come to celebrate --
your broker and accountant being good.
I lose it and he counts what's dealt by fate
To think of it, we both should wear a hood

But this I say of you and I should shout
There's no finer guy than Don, there is no doubt.

February 18, 2008

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LXXIII

I hope you never tire of hearing how
you sparkled up my life just being here.
And memories that hurt are missing now
Erased by you alone just being near

I think of you a lot when you're away.
I long to spend our time just being with.
It's joyous starting each and every day
with you to prove true love is not a myth.

And so an anniversary arrives
of that warm day when you agreed to say “I do.”
Together we have pledged to spend our lives
to pass our time together, me and you.

Just as the seasons bring both good and bad
Both ups and downs with you will make me glad.

Happy Anniversary,
July 20, 2008

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LXXIV

No one can say by what I was possessed
To try to spin out poems in groups of eight.
It's doubtful by great skill I will be blessed
but just to try to do it is my fate

It has been said that words belong to me
And writing sonnets comes as quite a gift
But you as inspiration certainly
can give my writing skill the biggest lift.

And so I've headed down that daunting path
To try to weave more than one hundred strings
Perhaps this task will only court the wrath
Of that fair muse into my ear oft sings

I can't envision what this holds in store
I do it for you – you are worth much more.

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LXXV

Reflecting on those distant early days
When we were new and nothing much was set
We both thought we would go in different ways
And both of us had so much to regret

The only common thing we shared was loss
As each had had a love depart our way
And though it seemed our paths were meant to cross
If we found something special – would it stay?

Although it was unplanned right from the start
We started spending time just being near
And found the pathways to our heart
Each passing day became more clear

We've learned it as the hands of time revolved
that we were always meant to be involved.

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LXXVI

The myriad of things with which I'm blessed
are welling up within my very soul.
To tell of them quite often I'm possessed
but time relating thoughts will take its toll.

There probably are not very many ways
to say the same things over and again.
Avoiding repetition would take days.
Me find that time? I surely don't know when.

So I slog on and try to put to words
the things I may have often said before
and hope my thoughts can take to wing like birds.
So I'll set forth and see what lies in store.

By blessings that I find I have enjoyed
of course you know my spirits all are buoyed.

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LXXVII

You never know when magic plans to strike
And season with the spice that makes the day
I only know the recipe I like
Recalling gourmet pleasures all the way

The taste of miracles is truly fine
They roll across the pallet side to side
I know their constancy cannot be mine
But presence now and then can't be denied

Getting full of wonder isn't hard.
It's something that I've grown a taste to keep
It's true they're seldom growing in the yard
They make me thank my God before I sleep.

Magic, miracles, wonder all come true
They came to me in quantity with you

 

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LXXVIII

Another day together is all done
and snuggles plan to cap the golden time.
As I recall the day was thus begun
As lightly turns the hours into rhyme

To share each other in a fond embrace
With touch and kiss and glance and happy phrase
However long our day there's still a trace
Of you that lingers on with me through several days

A fool would pass such time and never note
How fortunate he was to share such joys
I claim no wisdom but it gets my vote
To elect my fortune better than most boys

I would be blind indeed to miss the view
Of my good luck in sharing time with you.

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LXXIX

You are kindly to accept the words I pen
As if they were all writ by golden quill
I read them and confess that now and then
Forced phrase and rhyme too often have their will

It bothers me that I can not perfect
The work I craft to tell you of my thoughts
At time it seems to be from pure neglect
Light handed work with imperfections fraught

But knowing what a daunting task I seek
to say more than how deep is felt my love
And of your wonders let you take a peek
Is power owned alone by heaven above.

So I eschew perfection and instead
Just do my best to leave nothing unsaid.

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LXXX

The pleasure gained from being close to you
in truth, defies imagination bold.
I doubt that I would ever thought it true
A priori though by brilliant scholars told!

The fourteenth day of February's here.
Together years of nearly fourteen, too.
And I've learned as year has stacked on year
the joy that's gained from merely loving you.

My heart, praise God, has known so many joys
it might be hard to name just one the best
Among the scan my memory employs
it's you that stands so far above the rest

So I will do whatever I must do
to stretch the time that I might spend with you.

Valentine's Day 2009

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LXXXI (interesting? 81's like 8+1)

It must get old to hear the words I write;
as if I could with adequacy tell
how being with you brings endless delight.
But I can never say it quite so well!

God knows I've often practiced quite a bit
as all our minutes progress into years
but still I can not find the words that fit.
They always seem so hollow to my ears!

But I won't let my incomplete attempt
dissuade me from continuing to try.
Through your eyes, you have made me seem exempt.
With kindly heart you grant an alibi.

Although you will accept what ere I do
it makes me seek a higher goal for you.

July 20, 2009 Nine years married to you seems as just a few minutes!

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LXXXII

Though asleep to the world, she reaches out to me
as my presence is detected in the bed
just as at times she snuggles close you see
well after dark before I rest my head.

It's what we do less benefit of thought
gives evidence to truth that's in our mind.
While sleep persists no fakery is wrought
in unconscious acts no falsehood can we find.

With countless acts thus shows what's in her heart
and warms me with discovered signs of love
that fills me up whenever we're apart
with gratitude for gifts from God above.

In a thousand ways as these it seems to me
with her is where I'm truly meant to be!

Valentine's Day 2010

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LXXXIII

Great Good Fortune


Perhaps it's so that I'm too often blue
because of all the issues that I face
But if I think of us I know it's true,
there is no doubt -- my frown is out of place.

My heart knows joy in all the time we share
and I would scarcely change one second past
It's your love for me and evidence you care
that makes me pray to make tomorrows last.

I don't know if there's a limit on one's breaks?
If dame fortune has a cap that one can't pass
But if there's a boundary to what a man takes
I've gotten all there is, what 'ere may pass!


To others, many blessings may befall
But as for me, I've already got it all!

July 20, 2010
Our Tenth Wedding Anniversary

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LXXXIV

Another day of wonder has arrived
as if it could have been another way
and with another sonnet thus contrived
I've chosen to memorialize this day

It is a sacred duty that I bear
to write the words of deepest love for you
observing special moments that appear
Natal, wedding, Valentine and birthday, too!

Some things don't change with passing decades spent
apologies for ways that I communicate
all of it scribed within iambic pent
I search for ways, my true love, to relate

Since you show appreciation when I do
these sonnets will I keep giving unto you

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LXXXV

How does one face the constant number climb
as day piles on to day and year to year
the creep continues with the passing time
as age brings change and, for some, also fear!

It's often said that life remains the best
especially with alternative contrast
each day is great when added to the rest
it's either that or breathe one's very last

I have no super wisdom to impart
as I travail in stacking up the weeks
with exercise to keep a healthy heart
and plugging other corporeal leaks.

There is a fact I've always held as true:
Passing time is better 'cause of you!

Happy Birthday, Betty!

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LXXXVI

All greater glory that near me abounds
experienced through senses as a gift.
The colors, forms, the depths and all the sounds
When realized can only spirits lift.

The majesty of the Creator's work
surrounds us all, though often goes unseen!
Appreciation is an act we often shirk
not noticing the things we're oft between

To take for granted is a human dish
consumed in measures not to be explained
Water was not discovered by a fish
Gratitude's a task for which one's trained.

Just look around and no one can deny
God did all this not using CGI!

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LXXXVII

The time has come to give Cupid his due
and strive I must to make my thinking plain
this day is cause for half shell oysters, too
with tulip glasses filled with cold champagne.

Yes, Saint Valentine’s day happens once again
and words are called for to proclaim the time
It’s been so long I can’t remember when
there was a time before our lives entwine.

My life is so rewarding now with you
I can’t believe how fortunate I am
With day that’s stacked on day it’s always new
I hope my every cell says “Thank you ma’am!”

With you my life is all constantly new
Once again I thank my God for you.

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LXXXVIII

And Many, Many More

Inexorably go by the passing years.
We watch and count them fleeting as they go.
This long parade of smiles and joy and tears
heads toward an end that none of us may know.

I do not care to learn your lease’s end.
I only pray it lasts a long, long time.
But to cheer you on, on me you can depend;
you’re more than just a special friend of mine.

Both you and I have known a friendly God
Whose smiles, at times, have gently warmed our lives
Neither you nor George Burns get the holy nod
For, unlike God, both you and George claim wives.

So, if my prayer for you is endless years,
Let’s hope it’s from my mouth unto God’s ears.


July 20, 2011

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LXXXIV

You know the time that I have spent with you
I treasure more than anything I know.
Since drifting singles took time to become two
The things we’ve shared have made my heart leap so!

So many little things can fill my mind
as I recall our time together spent;
touches, glances, experiences we find
have moved me more than any past event.

I think, “Could we improve our earthly lot
than how we’ve grown so close over the years?”
And just the time that puts me on the spot
You do a thing that brings me happy tears.

Each day with you’s another glad surprise
To not give you the credit would be lies!

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back to "Selected Poetry"

XC

Always so precious are you, sweetest one,
to work your magic on me every day!
I must admit it’s always been much fun
to christen each new place our special way.

O’er the passing years the things we share
reverberate in recollections dear
and each event we’ve seen, no matter where,
will warm my heart as memories reappear.

I honestly can’t claim to rise above
the thoughts that tend to cloud my mind with blue
but it would be so much easier my love
were I to sublimate with thoughts of you

No way could thinking lead me to despair
were I just to focus on you being there.

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XCI
A pair of sixes is the current count,
the wonder that consists of passing time,
and all the projects together we might mount
could not but reinforce this love of mine.

The longer is the time I spend with you
the more I wish it earlier begun.
I tell you this and know that it is true
with you at times bad events can be fun!

I relish every second that we share
and wish that I could shape each and every day
to show you just how very much I care
to share my life with you in every way.

With every passing second that we spill
It is with joy our destinies fulfill.

Betty Birthday Sonnet for November 14, 2011

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XCII
We promised to abide no matter what
may come our way in months and years ahead
and even without if or and or but
we couldn’t avoid bad, have good instead.

As years fly by I can without a doubt
see exceeding hours of joy than those of grief.
So as our lives keep putting time to rout
to escape all challenge is beyond belief!

I guess this holiday I’m forced to face
a threat that I would rather not have seen
but with your love I’m in a better place
than any other that I might have been.

This God knows and ever more is new
I can face anything right next to you.


December 25, 2011

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XCIII
Such heavy thoughts can seize upon our mind
to blow away the wonder all around
impervious to beauty we might find
colors of dawn and gentle morning sound

It’s almost conspiratorial intrigue
that rushes in to steal away the joy
marching to us league piled onto league
toting sorrow to a happy girl or boy

And even then the illumination fails
the light that’s close at hand if we but look
could we but sense surrounding spirit trails
we might replace the sunshine that they took.

This I feel right to my very soul
My attitude’s the one thing I control.

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XCIII
I am astounded at the things I know
an eclectic list at least, if truth be told
I've worked upon it ceaselessly and so
confess impressing me, were I so bold.

Standing back to see this work and gain a view
I tear apart each feature in my mind
and in me wells esteem that's born anew
as ordinary things are left behind.

But honest thought is a relentless force
It tears at this sand castle I have built
it's summer breeze will quickly dry the sand of course
and turn this structure finally into silt.

Ah, truth will let the "full of self" air out
what I thought I knew I find myself without!

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XCIV
February 2012 and Liz Snyder has Ninety-five Years

Is it true that Liz is really ninety-five?
She sure is using time without relief
but in the years while she has been alive
she’s done so many things beyond belief!

She starts with stardom, excelled to skate and swim.
She met a service man whom she’d outrank
succumbed to many charms John brought with him
left them with just ten kids and God to thank

These memories we know will quickly pass
some without notice some with loud fanfare
but to it all we raise a toasting glass
we’re truly privileged just by being there!

What of her years each one of us have shared
it’s been a treat we’re glad we weren’t spared.

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XCV
Octogenarial Elayne

It's evening once again and we prepare
for spending a celebratory night.
Anticipating fondly when we're there
and hold Ima and friend within our sight!

The night's an anniversary of birth
four score years past on February 1st
is why we gather here tonight in mirth
to share a meal and slake a happy thirst.

It's a treasure to have shared a fraction large
of the passing time we celebrate tonight
five years short of forty saw me barge
into your life; I must have been a sight.

Each day stacked onto day it's plain to see,
you in my life has been a gift to me.

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XCVI


Lest we forget Eva Lynne

You surely might have picked another day
to celebrate it as your natal time
but since being close to Ima is your way
it's early February by design.

Even so you, you know it's your identity
you can't into the background slyly sneak
a person of your special quality
is in each and every way truly unique

So I can't forget to tell you how you are
so valued to the ones who know you well
Eva Lynne you have already traveled far
keep this in mind while sounds your birthday bell

You have a value that can not be denied
And virtues great that even you can't hide!

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XCVII

Of all decisions that have happened in my life
seems that most of the all the best have involved you.
Some bad ones too, before you were my wife
the circle of my type had left out you.

But there was that blessed intervening hand
that reaches in my life from time to time
and when I’ve reached the most that I can stand.
it turns the discord into magic rhyme.

So it is when I have thoughts of you
the bitter and the sweet are special spice
there could be nothing better I could do
in sharing all the naughty and the nice.

I can not claim to ever be so swift
to plan you here. You give my life a lift

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XCVIII

It’s often true we seldom know our prize
has value far above the sum we think.
As mortals far too often feel surprise
in counting what we find upon the brink.

I must confess I fell into that trap
when viewing love to be from much too far
and though you later fell into my lap
It took time to see how valuable you are!

But now I know post dozen married years
what precious gift to me you have become
and wiping memories out from prior tears
your value is an escalating sum.

I hope each day that I can prove it’s true
that I appreciate that value that is you!

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XCVIV

I’ll not forget our honeymoon in France
a piece of it is always in my mind
how displays of pastries truly made you dance
your nose on window glass and me behind.

And how we tried to find for me a cheese
that fought against the essence of the town
to convey the concept sharp there was no ease
my fractured French sure made me seem the clown.

Cheese in France is soft, gooey and sweet.
It goes so well with bread and local wine
I quit the quest for a sharp cheddar treat
and in the process all turned out just fine.

But, love, in truth just being there with you
demotes whatever else that I might do!

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C

What a super sense of humor hath God's time
that watches us as through its realm we pass
while we fail to sense its reason or its rhyme
and maybe miss the sand fall in time's glass.

It's said that youth is wasted on the young
and that's the meaning I asseverate.
Not appreciating what we are among
or not valuing until it's oft too late.

Perhaps if we could just like Merlin be
and live life in reverse at least in mind
then early it might come to you and me
what all too often late in life we find!

Perhaps you've grasped the import of my song:
We catch life's value near the final gong!

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CI

Some think it difficult to find a thing that's true!
It led Diogenes to sport his famous light.
But darling, since my fate has brought me you
Not finding truth has never been my plight.

How constantly has shown your guiding star
to light my heart no matter what may come.
To have you close brings forth events that are
an antidote to things that poison some.

Let other winds that pass us shake the days
and frighten those with roots not deep enough.
I feel stability from you in all the ways
that fall one holding on to less stern stuff.

In every way I wish that I might be
support to you as you have been to me.

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CII

Each passing year with you brings me surprise
as you seek higher pinnacles to top
that equal time you've lived beneath the skies
with goals you down and tasks you best non-stop.

I've labeled you for all your friends to see
and doing so, I'll lay you even money,
to turn a phrase is nothing new to me
but nothing fits like "Energizer Honey!"

Five Ks, 10 Miles and Marathons are naught
but things for you to conquer and move on
surprisingly with dangers seldom fraught,
one recent wound excepted lingering on.

But dearest love, we all have faith in you
It's fitting because you have taught us to!

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CIII

The time may be when I no longer find
the words that come when summoned to the page.
I've often marvelled how they come to mind
and how they often make me seem the sage.

No doubt the world will spin just as before
despite my inability to write.
To not be making sonnets any more
won't cut or lengthen any day or night

But I thank God this gift is not reclaimed
and so continue saying what is true.
No one can say that I'd be blamed
for wishing just to sing of loving you.

So I continue thanking powers above
for helping me communicate my love.

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CIV

We've suffered through some stuff, this much is true
health issues dealing such a heavy blow
while testing both our patience through and through
and learning terms we'd rather never know!

Out of the woods may not describe the state
I find myself along recovery's road,
but in this clearing I can surely state
I so respect the courage that you showed.

Although I know at times you felt some fear
as we confronted threats from the unknown.
It gave me comfort just to have you near
when all the demons by us were full blown.

This much I sure can guarantee is true;
most everything is bearable with you.

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CV

For Sheldon

How far should one look seeking out a friend,
as friends, I think, have value more than gold.
For me I know the search must never end
and lacking friends one can feel truly old!

Sometimes the finding is but happenstance,
an ill wind blowing good things into life.
Ol' Marvin introduced us just by chance;
how good a thing whence often came just strife.

So we have shared quite many happy years
a thing I pray will not soon find an end
taming markets where so many found but tears
by using senses on which we could depend.

But this I say and I can prove it true:
Among my greatest friends I number you!

Happy Birthday
SEP
March 26, 2013

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CVI

Could I believe you’re shortening my life?
This anniversary finds you giving care
not that it’s new, for since you’ve been my wife,
when I need you, you are always there

Still, time I spend with you goes by so fast
the daily hours seem much less than twenty-four.
I pray our together times forever last
If so, dare I ask a second more!

Each day I find more treasure in your soul
in looking out for others, not just me!
These facets form a special caring whole
that make you just as special as can be.

This proves to me that what I think is true:
my days fly faster when they’re spent with you.

Our Anniversary 2013

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CVII

I thank God for you, my darling, every day.
To omit thanks is something I can't do.
With you, my life is blessed in every way!
I can't imagine life that's missing you.

We spent some time apart before we found
the love that truly fills our lives today.
And I recall days when you weren't around
and wouldn't choose to live my life that way.

Gods gifts are seldom easy to detect
apart from sun and water, life and air
Upon reflection we can all select
the countless treasures "someone" has placed there.

God granting you I couldn't guarantee
I'm still thankful that you're here with me.

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CVIII

The Bard wrote sonnets on our fleeting youth
which would soon die were it not partner shared.
I read these lines and think it be the truth
that ulterior motive's used to make youth scared.

Smooth skin is soon replaced by furrowed brow
while eyes that once were bright are too soon dimmed.
I think the poet refers to our "now,"
These days when future hours left have slimmed.

Threats aren't needed to gain intimacy
and flatter you to bring you to my bed
But you daily gain in beauty as I see
because of wrinkles and gray hair on your head.

You're wondrous now as when new loves begin
Because you've maintained the beauty that's within!

Betty's birthday, November 14, 2013

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CIX

It's time again to show what's in my heart,
to share again the love I have for you.
It wasn't always smooth right from the start.
Despite that, we've created one from two

Neither of us lost identity.
You and I still can be who we are,
respecting all that makes us you and me
while merging our together parts thus far.

In April "Us" will celebrate 18.
In Hebrew count I know they call it chai,
and it's not lost on me all that can mean
just how life toasts this couple, you and I!

That past is prologue is a fact I know.
And just imagine how this love will grow.


Valentine's Day, 2014

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CX

I'm not supposed to, 'cause you're not my mom
make anything of this, a special day!
No flower, candy, gift on which to glom
and not to notice any special way.

But I can't help but think of you today
in how you've blessed the moments of my life
Though I'm not to blame for your own Mother's Day.
I'm am so grateful that you are my wife.

I think we both agree it's for the best
that kids had come to both before we met.
The parenting, worries, triumphs and the rest
Were best accomplished prior, that's the bet.

But I still bless this recognition day
because you bless my life in every way.

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CXI

I wonder, do you think I see you stage
the happening you fashion every year
that time can fly and you don't seem to age
but what a treat I feel to have you near.

Perhaps it's that you're Energizer Honey
you take your strength from everything you do.
Five k, Ten k, Marathon like money
I gain strength just by watching you.

Soixante neuf may sound much sweeter as an age
but I don't care a bit how it is called.
Though numbers might cascade right down the page
each passing day with you I'm more enthralled.

Whatever number candles on the cake
I'll help you blow them out, make no mistake.

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CXII

There are some gifts that cannot be denied
whose value fairly bursts upon the mind.
Like life itself, it's treasure cannot hide
and if we look we're always sure to find.

I see those tiny steps though long have past
when greatest gift I had encountered first
and wonder still, good fortune makes it last
like water oft can slake a major thirst.

So long has lasted time together spent
and day by day discovers yet once more
though I know, to me you're only lent
I'll celebrate each second that's in store.

It's has been quite a time since I first knew
the gift you are and every day renew.

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CXIII

I often wonder at this thing called time
that grasps us as it moves along its way
sometimes neglecting reasoning or rhyme
we travel blindly on from day to day.

In trying to make sense of how it works
I've exhausted all the thought that I could wish
and remember most basic of life's quirks:
the discoverers of water were not fish.

So surrounded by the passage of an age
and occasionally paid attention as it goes
within life's chapters turning each day's page
how this book ends still no one ever knows.

An arrow pointing onward - such is time
not repeating often showing rhyme.

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CXIV

There is no doubt as to my fortune great
in finding you some twenty years ago
at the time it seemed I found you very late
I'm looking back toward all I didn't know!

Each day together seems to me a gift
that wrapped in pretty paper looks to be
designed to give my spirits quite a lift
when open to the wonders that I see.

No, you are not perfection to the world,
a standard that no other soul could match,
and as your idiosyncrasy's unfurled
observers could have learned that with dispatch.

No matter imperfections others see
You'll always be the perfect one for me.

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CXV

I cheer the Bard who often chose to write
the sonnet form that henceforth bore his name
that I've adopted morning noon and night
never thinking I might share his fame.

But iamb follows iamb in each line
the gate I find so pleasing to my ear
continues on in each example fine
in scribing sonnets on - year after year!

No, Shakespeare will have naught to fear from me
although the standard I have chose to lift
in trying capture what I think and see
as through the mental thesaurus I sift.

Trust me, I think it daunting hard
attempting to write sonnets like the Bard.

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CXVI

My love sees digital as her finger tips
while geeks like me see it a different way
Switch on her cell oft from her memory slips
when she goes shopping or goes out to play.

So there I am in need of reaching you
a need fulfilled so easily by cell
but the thing is off, I guess I always knew
tech and you can send me straight to hell.

I confess, no matter noises made
I will never lose the sight of that which counts
and tiny imperfections seem to fade
as all our time together daily mounts.

Tiny things might sometimes take me to the ground
but surely beat not having you around.

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CXVII

It’s been almost two decades — wed fifteen,
the time that we have spent together, love.
I struggle telling you how much you mean
you’ve always seemed a gift from up above.

Anniversaries are sacred time for verse
Along with birthdays and the holidays
And I for you can still a sonnet nurse
to tell you of my love in many ways.

I’m thankful that this method I employ
does not to you seem less than one that’s fit
and you iambic lines seem to enjoy
you read and smile all fourteen lines of it.

I tell you one thing and you know it’s true
I’ll always try to tell of love for you.

Wedding Anniversary, 2015

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CXVIII

Some think it true that aging makes us less
attractive than possessions younger are.
That new alone is worthy of caress
while years condemn what would have been a star.

I guess that new can sometimes recommend
somewhat more than little age can boast.
Comestibles oft quickly reach an end
to life which counts itself in days at most.

Ah, but think of things improved by passing days:
a rich red wine that cellars oer the years;
black diamond aged can thrill so many ways;
some seasoned cognacs tasted will bring tears.

But I’ve observed in years that proved it true
there’s nothing ages half as well as you.

Betty's Birthday, 2015

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CXIX

Three score and ten the yule tide it has passed
and you have shared the last few just with me.
You are a gift received this time at last
and, many more I hope I’ll live to see

Another year is coming to its close
but magic, it keeps going on and on
and if my luck continues I suppose
I’ll celebrate with each succeeding dawn.

Our gifts to others caused us all this joy.
I’m shocked each day at how the gift’s returned.
From helping unborns — little girl or boy,
We’ve grown from all the countless lessons learned.

I know as I sensed almost from the start
I’ll never see the boundary of your heart.

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CXX

Cupid’s arrow falls where ere it may.
I speak with knowledge based on many years
and I recall when pierced many a day
that wound oft would eventually bring tears.

But that dart with you attached surely fell true
and works its magic even to this time
for twenty years I’ve been in love with you
and in that span you oft moved me to rhyme.

I know the chance that gifts are overlooked.
I’m guilty of that error now and then.
But in the words of time that now are booked
I see our start and can remember when.
Some blessing might be hidden from my view
but I can see the blessing that is you.

Valentine’s Day 2016

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CXXI

I made the fateful call about that night
to see if you might deign to join me there.
Only octogenarians in sight
you looked on and didn’t seem to care

You accepted and I later found it true
I asked because we’d never be “involved”
You said okay you felt the same way, too.
So off we went then with that problem solved.

My love, we both then had a broken heart
from loss when someone close could not return
and neither of us knew right from the start
we’d struck a spark from which a fire would burn.

Two broken hearts now have been repaired
inevitably because each of us have cared.

for the twentieth anniversary of our first date, Lafayette Lodge #14 A.F.& A.M. Ladies' Night -- April 26, 1996

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CXXIII

Sweet sixteen, the years we're man and wife
and for me, not an instant of regret,
save for the time you weren't in my life.
But, give me years, we'll make up for that yet.

Your presence sweetens things I wouldn't chose
Like challenges that come from day to day
in health complaint and battles I might lose
You soften troubles in your special way.

I guess that comes from dealing with the truth
we are alone at birth and when we die.
I know that was my way back in my youth.
Since you, I know that lonely is a lie.

Our days together I will treasure still.
To pledge to end your loneliness I will.

Our 16th wedding anniversary, July 20, 2016

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CXXIV

Fifty-five, Not the Limit!

Hiawatha never stood in a canoe!
It's something that would be all too strange to see.
But the L.H.S. seal claims that it is true,
although we all know that it couldn't be.

Perhaps some things we learned at Liverpool
don't hold water when we try them for a fact.
Let us not yet castigate our school,
despite all the fallacious things we've tracked.

So much has changed since 1961.
It's a wonder that we recognize the place.
So many things transpire beneath the sun.
It has to put a smile upon our face.

In our reunion year of 55,
We should be glad that we are still alive.

Written for the 55th high school reunion, Liverpool High School, Class of 1961, July 20, 2016. With gratitude to my mother and Catherine Slavin. Van D. (Bud) Olmstead, Jr.

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CXXV

Nature of a Gift!

Another year, a present to decide.
To find a thing that’s good enough for you.
And it’s so awfully hard just to decide
to choose a fitting object to pursue.

So much needs be in that which I’d bestow
because you mean so much within my life.
It’s true, no greater gift I’ll ever know
than when you finally said you’d be my wife!

Each November brings the arduous task
of finding such a thing that measures you,
but knowing that is all too much to ask
I’ll have to do the best that I can do!

Just waking with you makes my spirits lift.
To me you are a very special gift.

November 2016 and the observance of Betty's birthday.

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CXXVI

They claim an elf distributes our gifts,
around the very last month of the year,
with ideas that oft are gleaned from lists
complied from items that are not too dear.

The thought we had was not to break the bank,
sure not the intent from the One above,
and put finances swiftly in the tank
when wa are buying gifts for those we love.

IF truth be known, I cannot get enthused
at lists of things that I might ever need
But enjoying watching, so amused,
I've everything I want or need, indeed!

With all my heart, I pledge this to you
You’ve made all my earthly dreams come true

Betty’s Christmas Sonnet, 2016

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CXXVII

Another February creeps on frozen feet
to visit lovers waiting for their spring
inspired to find the words that put it neat
in ways that make those lovers glad to sing.

Iamb that’s strung along is not that hard
and to make it scan seems so to come with ease.
Ah, but to theme and rhyme in ways as did the Bard
I fall short in this standard I would please!

So we await the warming of the sun
with leaves and buds that blossom once again
I’ll finish up this sonnet I’ve begun
Secure in knowing that I’ve faced the pain.

But if I’ve maybe touched your heart, my love,
you are the inspiration from above.

Valentine's Day, 2017

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CXXVIII

Such a trooper you turned out to be!
Twenty-six miles and a fraction more
and in your wake, as proud as he could be,
stood your love who couldn’t love you more.

So many never even make a start
of if they start could fall along the way
But you, my darling, are so strong of heart
You finish ‘cause you know no other way.

So here I stand and I’m in total awe
at the finish you still seemed really fresh
as if you could be looking for some more
like medals or a beverage to refresh.

This and other things I tell to you
In saying I’m amazed at what you do!

21sts Anniversary of our first date on April 26, 1996

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CXXIX

My mother? No you’re not it’s plain to see!
It pleases me to watch how you are loved
and that is much more meaningful to me
contrasting how by me you are beloved.

Your daughters treasure you, of that I’m sure
as well your grandsons value you so much.
It’s likely so because your heart is pure
you never dwell on unkind things as such.

Generosity and kindliness abounds
I never tire of watching you behave.
Anger to you? I never have had grounds
Your even temper makes us all your slave.

So I will join in praising you this day
You’ve blessed all in every special way.

Mother’s day 2017

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CXXX

Again another passage in our time
and I once more composing lines for you
while choosing what is suitable in rhyme
with focus on the best that I can do.

Conveying just how much you mean to me
is such a thing I always try to do.
I live in constant hope that I will see
that I have aimed the message straight at you.

You are so kind as you accept these lines
and tell me words of thanks when you have read
the latest missive for the current times
I’m trying hard to with my love embed.

Our anniversary brings another day
to pledge to you my love another way.

Our seventeenth wedding anniversary -- 7/20/2017

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CXXXI

A man encountering beauty seeks to praise
in speech that might reveal just what he sees
but in attempting to discover ways
the sought for words may bring him to his knees.

But for gifts that truly share the tale
and not be shadows of a prior sun.
In recounting of the dawn we often fail
recalling of the way it was begun.

With time I will not fail to persevere
no matter that oft times I feel inept.
To think that I’ll keep trying must be clear.
My words will lead to where the treasure’s kept.

Each day I find new beauty to expose
These words a light I pray to you it shows.

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CXXXII

On enforced vocal rest, it’s true
deprived of what I view is best
to tell my depth of love for you
I miss that more than all the rest.

I’m confessing biding time
until the passing of the days
I’ll just sit here typing rhyme
and make you read the loving praise.

Sometimes I wish you more verbose
and competition for the air
I’m always filling, Heaven knows,
with words that may be foul or fair.

But this I say and know it true
I’m better just for loving you.

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CXXXIII

To find you, did I ever really try?
I guess I almost even missed my chance
How long for me those brown eyes to descry
I always look into them when we dance

But, no! This fool said you were not his type
and I was doomed to look another place.
Still wrapped up in my self-created hype,
not recognizing magic in your face.

But heaven saved me, sent me straight to you
because a friend said, “You must help me out.”
Since I would never get involved with you.
an asked for date would change my life, no doubt.

In the couple decades that have passed
I’ve learned how much I overlooked at last

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CXXXIV

I should not say I put it down to chance.
No one could ever claim to win that much.
That you could find me worthy of a glance
is a happening that's well beyond my touch.

For me to be your choice is such a gift
and I shall never cease to be amazed.
You by me when I wake gives me a lift
confessing that it leaves me slightly dazed.

You know that I have trod this path before
without the outcome you have given me
and of our years, I pray for many more
while things I do will give that gift to me.

Now that I have you in my life be sure
I’ll give my all to make our love endure.
.
Betty's 72nd Birthday -- 11/14/2017

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CXXXV

Santa told me, “Time to write some lines
as Betty’s due a Christmas sonnet now!”
as if the words I write all grew on vines
that I can pluck when ere I need somehow.

God grant me all the wisdom to contrive
rhymes conveying what is in my heart
I want these words surely to come alive
and help to finish well what I may start

I don’t think my sonnets differ not
and fail to show originality
although so many of them share a plot
the words and rhymes are new as they can be.

But know you this and be sure that it’s true
the ways that you inspire are always new.

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CXXXVI

I think of fluffy clouds with azure skies.
The golden sun shines on the sea and beach
the unknown depth within your dark brown eyes
are miracles too far beyond my reach

I’m constantly aghast by wonders seen
just driving all alone on country lane
in spring the magic of new green
how winter ended no one can explain

It fills me with a joy beyond my words
so many things are magic in themselves
running children and the flight of birds
are not the kinds of things you take off shelves.

But of all the wonder I see day to day
You fill my life in such a special way.
Chistmas 2017

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CXXXVII

I stand in awe as miracles abound,
a creature who respects by whom he’s made,
beholding with my thoughts all that surround
with growing things of every hue and shade.

The very sounds I hear bring me to tears
as do the breezes and the warming sun.
Those breezes often blow away all fears
and bring me back to where I had begun.

It is so often easy to avoid
all this grandeur everywhere I look,
but seeing you beside me fills a void
the beauty you provide could fill a book.

Your love’s another miracle I see.
You are just so spectacular to me.


Valentine's Day 2018 (Sonnet One of Obligation for 2018,
It's an obligation I feel, not one thrust upon me. There are six:
1. Valentine's Day;
2. April 26 -- anniversary of our first date
3. Mother's Day;
4. July 20th -- our wedding anniversary;
5. November 14 -- Betty's Birthday;
6. December 25.

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CXXXVIII

I’m not a face upon the doctor’s wall
There’s little room for anonymity,
but I am sure that I could bet it all
that out there, there be hundreds just like me.

Our gratitude may not be on display
but it is not less genuine we’re sure
His knowledge and his skill when turned our way
have led us all to the paths much more secure.

I’ll bid the mi shebeirach list good bye,
when Sataloff has finished with my case
but without a guaranty he’ll try
to put, at last, a smile upon my face.

I thank my God for help from RTS
because--the best he'll do and, I know, nothing less!

On the eve of my procedure, February 25, 2018
Van D. Olmstead, Jr.

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CXXXIX

So this is our year twenty-two my love
The start of our year twenty-three is here
We’re due to send our praise to Lord above
because I’m holding truth that is so dear

I could not think of better harmony
It fills my heart with unimagined joy
My soul is boyed in thoughts of you and me
that you’re my loving girl and I’m your boy.

Growing old with you is such a blast
I never dreamed there could be such a thing
Recalling all mistakes within my past
I never dreamt the joy that you could bring.

Another first date anniversary is here.
with pleasure since I know that you are near.

Our first date was Lafayette Lodge #14's Ladies Night, April 26, 1996 - We celebrate it every year.
Van D. Olmstead, Jr.

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CXL

Let us just say we know what you are not:
my mother — I know you would never be
and though you surely pledge your love a lot
to children only mine by marrying me.

On Mother’s Day I’m driven to give praise
to you because I wonder at your skills
in keeping daughters close within your gaze
assuaging worries, deftly treating ills.

Your even tempered hand does you so proud.
I rarely see you lose your loving way
You seldom voice a negative aloud
instead you’re looking toward a better day.

You’ve made yourself so wonderful a maw
and I can only stand and watch in awe.

Mother's Day May 13, 2018

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CXLI

Simple pleasures in this life abound,
to brush our lips together in a kiss,
one thing makes me glad that you’re around.
I pray you’ll never leave and make me miss.

I love to press my lips each day to yours
and feel your breath so soft upon my face
my special love for you daily insures
that I will always be within your space.

And both of us in seventies we are
but share a love that’s true both young and old
and this, our 18th wedded year our star
still shines as our true love remains as bold

So, still my very blessed darling dear,
I’d kiss your lips whenever you are near.

Our 18th wedding anniversary sonnet, July 20th 2018.

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CXLII

A gift Catherine Slavin chose to give
that made me love the sonnet’s very form
Elizabethan sonnets had to live
within my heart as it became the norm.

Eleventh grade English was the special place
where I began to write these fourteen lines
I must admit it changed both time and space
and sonnets grabbed a place within my mind.

An English teacher planted well this special seed
and as I said just when I had begun
this love of rhyme was such a special gift
that worked its wonders as it filled a need.

So, I listen well to voices in my ear
and write them down so other folk might hear.

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CXLIII

I’m quite amazed of beauty that abounds
and fills my eyes with wonders to behold
It makes me thankful for all that surrounds
each blessed miracle as it unfolds.

What a special gift it is to me
to witness and record these special things
and I am truly blessed, so much to see
and share with all the happiness it brings.
I do not know just what has chosen me
to see and share extraordinary things,
I only know that I am blessed to see
all this, the wondrous joy it brings.

So, I will watch and share as I can do
and promise I will always share with you.

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CXLIV

Each day I say that you’re my treasure.
A thought of you will fill my heart with pride
There is no way that anyone can measure
the love for you I carry deep inside.

Now we celebrate another year since birth
begun November 1945
But I confess my greatest source of mirth
is just to have you next to me alive.

All this world is wrapped in constant wonder.
The impossible can happen every day.
With you around my doubts are put asunder.
You make my dreams come true with every day.

So now we do a fete for seventy-three.
I thank my God you’re doing it with me.
Betty's birthday sonnet -- November 14, 2018

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CXLV

Let’s think about the meaning of a gift
the things that make us greet them with a smile.
Receiving them oft gives our hearts a lift
and fills us with good feelings quite a while.

You were so unexpected from the first
such a thing can make good presents great
as you were when upon my scene you burst
although I confess I realized it late.

To think that I had thought you weren’t my type
and only asked you out with that in mind.
I learned that I was victim of my hype.
I realized you truly were my kind.

You were a magic gift in every way
and prove it so with every passing day

Betty’s Christmas sonnet for 2018

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CXLVI

I remember 1953
Within that year are things I can’t forget
My momma said, “A baby’s on inside me!”
No faster could the nine months pass, I’ll bet.

I was sure he’d be a little man.
And amniocentesis wasn’t done
But sure enough, she had my brother Jan
that day he came was surely so much fun.

I got one hundred on a spelling test,
a thing those days I didn’t often do!
But the birthing of my brother was the best.
Could not have been much happier, it’s true.

This very day, Jan Eric was alive.
and today Jan Eric’s sixty-five.

In observation of my brother Jan's sixty-fifth birthday

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CXLVII

It’s Cupid’s Day again this time of year
and, of course, that means another fourteen lines
to ask you “Be my Valentine, my dear!”
and host you where this couple often dines.

I’ve taken you to eat at the Caffe
for New Year’s, the wine dinners and such kind.
With tasty food they always have a way.
They’ve put some pleasant memories in our mind.

But, though the food and service are the best
they will not be the top of what we do.
The magic that by far will beat the rest
is that I spend that evening with you.

The pinnacle of good fortune that is mine
is that, each year, you are my Valentine.
Our 22nd Valentine's Day and its sonnet.

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CXLVIII

I did not know you when you were a boy
still, understand I’ve known you half your life!
We’ve shared some electronics as a toy.
You stood for me when claiming my best wife!

Not everything has been all joy and light.
We’ve had some disagreements in our day
But always patched things making them all right
and reached an understanding in our way.

Well, Ninety Guy, I’m glad we got this far.
It’s a joy to share these special times with you
and when tonight I’ll seek that special star
I’ll wish, my friend, for much more time, it’s true.

It’s been a treat to know you as a friend
and someone upon whom you can depend.

in celebration of Donald E. Hallam’s 90th Birthday 2/18/2019

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CXLIX

It was such warm and glorious spring night
I knocked upon your door to pick you up
We headed to The Grand, all big and bright
To meet the folk from lodge with whom we’d sup.

Perhaps we were a little out of place
Too young to be included in that crowd
Both there by pretense surely in this case
Truly, we should not have been allowed!

You were invited since you didn’t fit my mold
Involvement was impossible you see
Okayed because when the truth be told
You were thinking just the same as me.

As time would pass we’d learn just what that meant:
We found fantastic love by accident.

April 26, 1996, a friend of mine had begged me to attend Lafayette Lodge #14
Ladies Night. “I can’t go without a lady.” In my current situation,
broken hearted, experiencing a nasty divorce, I just didn’t want to get
involved with anybody. I tried to think of anybody with whom I wouldn’t
get involved and thought of Betty. I asked her, and for the same reason I
had asked, she accepted. Yes, that non-involvement led to a 23 year
relationship and a 19 year marriage.

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CL

How do I pay the value that you’re due
another Mother’s day has come around.
The ideal mother’s found by watching you!
In mother’s skills you certainly abound.

On occasion you might turn your skill on me,
although it at many times would take me back.
I know you are as caring as can be,
but Mom, I wish that you would cut me slack.

I know for sure how hard you are on you
and how you seldom feel you’ve done enough.
But many mothers feel that way, it’s true,
although doing more would certainly be tough.

So I’ll will try by giving you my heart.
Reassure you when I think you’ve done your part.

Mother's Day, 2019

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CLI

How in the world could I have found you?
I’m sure that I could never give you odds.
I happened on you when I felt the most blue
In choosing you , forsaking prior frauds

The crack of dawn and sadly broken
are things that can’t be fixed, I’ve heard it said.
But I, by being with you from the start
I’ve learned a new reality instead

My heart was patched up just as good as new!
I never would have thought it could be done,
but then I never counted upon you.
I failed to realize you were the one!

You’ve heard before but even now it’s true
The blessed broken road led straight to you.
19th Wedding Anniversary, 2019

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CLII

Can passion live a quarter century?
That span of time is ending now for us
I think back to when we were newly “We”
and realize each day since then’s a plus.

My face lights up when you come in the room
You touch my back when you think I’m asleep
Your kisses still can make my heart go zoom.
We are such special company to keep.

About that passion, in our seventies
we find a way to make our special time
To find excitement in each other is a breeze
as we, the tree of love together climb!

My ears couldn’t have a better day
than hearing when you breathlessly say “K!”

November 14, 2019, Betty turns seventy-four. I probably have to
write two sonnets, since this one is sort of — eh — private. Happy Birthday, my love.

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CLIII

When I was young and in eleventh grade
I happened on an English teacher there
t’was her doing love of poetry was made
and changed my life forever, this I swear.

I felt so much encouraged that I tried
to write much verse, used both blank and rhyme.
I read the Bard’s “compare to summer’s day” and cried
I now was loving sonnets all the time.

I won a prize for verse when in that school
but sonnets were from then a greatest joy
I hope my friends don’t take me for a fool.
I continue as I pass to man from boy.

William Shakespeare has been such a gift to me
So, I dedicate to him one-fifty-three.

I love the sonnet. As the piece above mentions,
“Shall I compare thee to a summers day” blew my mind. As I
read more of Shakespear’s brilliant works, I vowed to try to write
as he did’. I’m certain I’ll never achieve his level of quality
but I did, with this sonnet, write as many as he.

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CLIV

To believers, Christmas is itself a special gift
by sending to us all the Son of God.
Such a thought gives all of us a lift
no matter to which creed we give a nod.

No doubt good people are our greatest gift
if we realize that fact is true
that special people make our spirits lift
despite some of the other things they do.

In keeping with the spirit of the gift
God gave by sending you, my love, to me
You saved a heart that then had been adrift
by bringing me the best of company.

You bringing me, each day, the gift of grace
can’t fail to put a smile upon my face.

Yes, it's one of the obligatories, this one being for Betty's
Christmas sonnet. You are a gift to me, my love --- Christmas 2019

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CLV

I anticipate this special time of year,
when so many folk have set their thoughts on love.
It’s special, too, because I have you near!
I swear that you were sent by Powers above.

So I am, once again, just seeking text
to tell you just how fortunate I feel.
I never know what words will happen next.
Still, I seek to make affection real.

I never think that I have found the stuff
that tells how much your presence means to me
Perhaps no words can ever speak enough
how powerful my love for you can be.

My love for you can truly reach the sky.
To make you know it I will always try.

Yes, it's another one of the obligatories, this one being for
Valentines Day. Betty, will you be my Valentine?

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CLVI

Oh, my love, the pleasure of things new
enjoying things we’ve never done before.
It was such on my first date with you.
We’re looking back on years of twenty-four.

Our date was set identically in mind,
agreed that we would never get involved.
Fantastic! As the night went on we’d find,
Our relationship was destined to evolve.

Describing how it felt to be with you,
it’s strange just how superlatives abound.
You seemed to fit just like a favorite shoe.
So pleasant in just having you around.

Amazing how it led to wedded bliss
that evening topped with one amazing kiss.

April 26, 1996 was Betty and Van’s first date.
Pretty good start for a 24 year run.
,

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CLVII

A wondrous day that Thursday when you said
"I do,” with all our friends upon the green.
With three daughters you were quite a mother then,,
In no way did I didn’t help, that’s what I mean.

But, still I have to share these thoughts with you
as I’ve oft observed you o’er the years
A gift of mothering I’ve seen you do
And do well in sharing joys and wiping tears.

I’m very much in awe of all your skills,
just as I am when they are turned on me,
You’re a victor both in triumphs and in ills.
This gift in scant few others will we see. .

I join in the mighty chorus when I say
I truly wish you Happy Mother’s Day.

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CLVIII

Twenty years has passed since we said our I dos
and yet it seems as hours have past to me
the days and weeks fly by, what ere we choose
to do with time - how very blessed are we

To do it all again -- the answer's yes
I wouldn’t want to lose a precious day
Chance brought us both together, dear, I guess
I wouldn’t have it any other way

I count our days together as a gift
the treasures time has given one by one
Waking next to you, it gives my day a lift
and the day gets better once it has begun.

And so my darling you can plainly see
I treasure every anniversary.
July 20, 2000 was our wedding day. The time has been magic since then.

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CLIX

My first thought was I had chosen you for love
but then it seems I’d gotten much, much more
Your companionship was sent by God above.
Your goodness no one could help adore.

I watched you with your daughters wrapped in love.
You fought with gentle care to understand.
and when you treated me that way, my dove
I knew I couldn’t help but be your man.

In time together you gave loving care
in illness and in troubles on the way.
No matter what, my darling, you were there.
And gave to me support each passing day

And all the love you had for me in store
Eclipsed in deed by giving so much more.

November 14, 1945 Betty was born. This sonnet is for her seventy-fifth birthday.

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CLX

Special is all time that’s spent with you
From the first when we were starting out
Of course, often many issues come with “New.”
It wasn’t long before we ironed them out.

In our past, things merit cheers or censure.
We’ve taken them in stride along the way
We hold the view each one’s an adventure.
We let them pass as start another day.

This adventure teaches we’ve done right
In looking at these thing the way we do.
Me in hospital night after lonely night
Counting seconds ‘til I’m once again with you.

I sit in bed and close your Christmas tome,
Rejoicing in the fact I’m coming home.

December 23-28, Van was stuck in the hospital.
This sonnet is for Betty for Christmas that I spent with the nurses.

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CLXI

This Valentine’s day comes cloaked in snow,
a blanket on the town of fluffy white.
It cannot cover what my friends all know:
that you are just this patient’s great delight

So, I sit and type the things I need to say
to tell of approbation and much more
you take good care of me in every way
a plethora of rewards are yours in store.

I know I can’t help getting on your nerves
It would take a saint rise above the stress
From overtaxing you I try to swerve
and cease from ever causing you distress.

I’m guessing all these things you do for me
are the greatest Valentine I’ll ever see.

Valentine’s Day 2021

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CLXII

Before me all the world is going green
with temperatures turning moderate it’s true.
I’m certain you can guess just what that means:
I’ll spend another Easter just with you

I lavish my attention on your tasks
that remind me, once again, the time of year
and when “what’s on your Wednesday shopping list?” he asks
He knows it has some hot cross buns, my dear.

You’re exceeding sweet to observe my holiday
with charoset, the zeroah and maror
An interfaith household in every way
Your thoughtful actions I cannot ignore.

So the Last Supper was a seder night
to observe your holiday like mine is only right.

Easter 2021 which falls on Pesach VIII

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CLXIII

How can one place a value on a kiss
There are no scales on which one can be weighed
But sharing one brings features one can’t miss
reactions on the body are displayed

I recall our first kiss many years ago
a quarter century right from today
On our first date I really didn’t
if sharing our first kiss would be the way?

Oh joy, when my affection was returned
Some serious magic worked upon my mind
To walk you to your door I’d long since learned
But not tonight, all manners left behind.

To this day with every kiss I get from you
can cause me to forget all things I knew.

Of course, 4/26/1996 anniversary gets a sonnet.
I treasure your kisses still.

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CLXIV

We find ourselves again at Mother’s Day
and I am challenged finding words to write
your mommy skills are shown a special way
and oft are used to truly fix me right.

I know I bristle when your skill’s expressed.
But that’s just due to insecurity
With male ego I have long been blessed
that leads me to male independency.

But in my heart of hearts I know it’s true,
despite the many failings I display
I treasure all the special things you do
in fixing challenges in your special way.

Your help to me has often given joy.
I’ll try hard not to think that I’m a boy.

Mother’s Day, 2021. (a freebie — not obligatory)

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CLXV



Another year has quickly slipped away,
just one of twenty-one that we’ve observed.
I wouldn’t have it any other way
because I’ve gotten more than I deserved.

I still recall that wedding on the lawn
with all our friends attending that July
a service, then unto Chase Center gone
To Best of Delaware , it was no lie!

You made it so and with the March of Dimes
it was a wed reception for the books.
I’ve shared our photo, oh so many times
and noted just how gorgeous my wife looks.

So I lift a glass to you because, you see —
our wedding has now reached majority

21st Wedding Anniversary, 2021.

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CLXVI



Twenty-five years of birthday times with you
exhausts the topics on which I might write.
But still it’s something I will plan to do,
Give sonnet to you by birthday morning’s light!

You know your words keep ringing in my ears
some monumental, some of lesser power.
some chase away what might turn into fears
or bring me comfort in a darker hour.

You saw my glee when touring Huron’s coast.
And suggested we might honeymoon up there
And I replied, “My sweet, this ain’t the most!
The south of France would make a better where

Your response forever lives with me
“Anywhere you are, that’s where I want to be.”

Betty’s sonnet for her76th birthday on November 14, 2021,
in the twenty-fifth year of our relationship.

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CLXVII



Love starts on Hallmark with “I really care for you!”
No better bullseye on the target truly so!
To care for someone is indeed the thing to do
The name of greater quest we’ll never know.

A quarter century of true together time
finds other meanings for our common thoughts;
those sayings don’t repeat but often rhyme.
We take for granted more than we should ought.

So, the expression “Care for you,” a case in point
with hospital, docs and nurses in the game
I now, my love “Care giver” must anoint
when “Care for you,” no longer means the same.

Your special care exemplifies your love
No doubt your loving care’s sent from Above.

Christmas, 2021 after a nasty year of health
issues that were only tolerable due to Betty’s watchful care.

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CLXVIII



Some words to tell you all about my love
as I have done a couple dozen times
Inspiration comes to me from up above
delivering my necessary rhymes.

Fourteenth of February brings the need for thought
to tell you how much you still mean to me
the need for words that simply can’t be bought
I still manage just to find enough for free.

This is year twenty-six for us.
and twenty plus with poems for Valentine
I’m glad to say it’s always been a plus
finding words to say I’m glad that you’re mine.

I treasure all the time that we have shared
it’s been a thrill each day that we’ve been paired

Valentine’s Day 2022. We beat the covid-19 positive tests in January.
Still, the pandemic was a positive time together.

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CLXIX


Another gift of love is mine from you
as we observe an anniversary
of first date shared with me and you
to start together time for you and me

It is so easy spending time with you.
It is a gift you give me each and every day
I am reminded of the many things you do
to fill my life with love in every way

That first night kiss still rings within my mind
and echos in the kisses shared each day
and so, from day to day I always find
these kisses still excel in every way.

So twenty-six years.for us have swiftly passed
I’ll promise I’ll do all to make it last.

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CLXX


Was it just another Thursday on the lawn,
now that Will and Megan look to tie the knot?
No, all our friends and family would be drawn
to see an ordinary day? I’m sure they’d not!

White jackets and so many gowns galore
all gathered in the front yard on the green
together as forever vows we swore
and knowing just exactly what they mean.

I’d only change to earlier in our time
no other thing I’d do another way
for me in your life and dear you in mine
no less a treasure each and every day.

I’m so very glad you are my wife.
It’s been a joy to have you in my life.

July 20, 2000 was our wedding day,
with the ceremony on the front lawn of our home.
Then we made “The Best of Delaware” party at the
Chase Center our reception. This year the party
is one day later. Close enough, we agreed and
we’re going on July 21, 2022.

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CLXXI


My love has reached her seventy-seventh year
and shows so little of but of graceful age!
I’ll still look fondly on her never fear,
no matter how Mom Nature turns her page.

Now, know her limbs skip ravages of time.
5Ks, half-marathons and trail runs
keep them young no matter oft the clock may chime.
In viewing them, my eyes are blessed ones!

But her greatest gift remains within her heart
I’m blessed to say there is room there for me
And I thank God she’s young there from the start
It is a gift for us, both her and me.

I together love each second we can spend
and plan to work to make it never end.

November 14, 1945 was the start of my blessed one. With her love, neither of us will age

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CLXXII


Twelve months ago the nurses looked on me
as I recovered and was kept from you.
This year I’m just as happy as can be
because we are together now, we two.

I know it’s sad when we are kept apart
and with you I would always want to be
because you own the place within my heart
and you, when opening eyes, I want to see

You are my nurse these days that I may heal
I must be sure my gratitude is known.
My love for you could never be more real.
For all the loving care that you have shown.

You must know the thought that’s in my mind
I’ll make next Christmas be a different kind.

Christmas 2022

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CLXXIII

It’s time again to recognize one saint
who has his own exclusive special day
some folk have spouses who just ain’t
entitled to that name in any way.

But know, I am, for sure, a lucky guy
who’s cared for by a saint ‘most all the time.
appreciative of sin and saint am I
she watches out for me in ways big-time!

And so, my valentine, I say it’s true
that you give so much more than love to me.
I’ve always blessed the day that I found you.
I value you, I hope everyone can see.

Think hearts and flowers but believe it when I say
I love you more with every passing day.

February 14, 2023 — Our 27th Valentine’s Day

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CLXXIV

Betty and Van’s 23rd Anniversary

Here I sit and pray that you’re alright.
It’s not because I can’t put on my socks.
It’s not because to pack would take all night.
It’s because I truly miss your silver locks.

We start a year that numbers twenty-four
and I can’t bear not sharing time with you!
Would avoid to try your patience anymore,
I’ll check to see it’s something I can do.

My mind is full of nasty things that might
make the boat you’re on spill in the drink
But if it did I know you’d be the light
Unsinkable Betty’d show them how to think!

I’ll try to act my age by being cool
To not want to hold you I would be a fool.

We end a business trip to Coeur d’Alene Idaho with a little test. I’d had a terrible night with
stomach acid and no sleep. We were to share a boat
trip organized by Sage and I couldn’t go.
Check out time was noon and I expected Betty back by then.
I used the app to check out by remote, just trying to help.
then I extended it to one P.M. and that leaves nine more minutes.

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CLXXV

Happy Seventy-eighth birthday

I have to produce a sonnet for you
For almost a quarter century.
I’ve tried to write words that spell out for you
the wonderful things that you mean to me.

With this many I’ve written it’s quite a task
to find words to say that are new and bright.
I seem to be able to do it at last,
Although sometimes the words may not be quite right.

But, the truth becomes stronger each passing day
as we share so much together time.
I find I have so much more to say
And can always find a suiting rhyme.

It’s known to every scholar and sage
Women like you improve with age.

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CLXXVI

Tiz the season now when gifting’s all the rage,
eight nights, perhaps, or just a single day.
I caress the keyboard, try to fill the page
to let you know my love for you this way.

Twenty-seven Christmas I have spent with you
Glorious days and hours, minutes shared.
And as I think of time, I know it’s true
that providence has led us to be paired.

At times, each other’s patience can be tried
as we attempt to play the hand we’re dealt
for me, forgiveness is more than just implied
to ask the same will always be heartfelt.

So, once again in spirit of the day
You are a gift to me in every way.


In appreciation of my wonderful caregiver who always goes above and beyond.
Christmas 2023

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CLXXVII

Again, it’s time to spin you up some words
reminding just how durable’s my love.
Valentine’s Day’s a reason I am stirred
by sentiment and gifts from God above.

There are so many inspirations near:
your soft hand upon my shoulder as I sleep
the care you give to me, it makes it clear
that your love is a treasure I must keep.

And so, my darling, please know once again,
that my heart treasures being close to you
and separated, I will long for when
our time will come together, just we two!

So this snow day in twenty twenty-four
will find me with the woman I adore.

February 13, 2024 — Valentine’s Day Eve

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