Trust & Love

Make unconditional my trust in Thee,

Dear God.  A word of Thine doth say it plain.

A mantra I do choose, for this one key.

Yet trust be small before my love–mere grain

Compared to elixir that love for Thee

Doth bring.  I search for Thee in truth so long.

Perhaps both trust and love are needs for me:

Melodious refrain, the truth.  A song

Doth lift from out my heart when sing Thy praise.

To Thee in all sincerity I bow.

Thy trust and love in me doth fill my days.

Assurance Thou doth have in me, but how?

I fail, but Thou n’er fail:  Creation good.

So I doth merit truth and love–hope should!

6/25/2023; revised 2023

#91, “For quite some time I’ve talked to thee. . .”

GOD’S PROMISE*

For quite some time I’ve talked to thee about

Our plans for future life together sure.

I cannot know, my dear sweet love, the count

Of lives in past that we have spent as lure

For one another in this world of trial.

But now we have God’s promise:  better days

Ahead!  God’s treatment of us wilt now be mild.

I hope we both wilt do our best to raise

Our sights to Heaven, never be cast down.

Our Heaven on the Earth we find–all new,

All good, all perfect, holy, best all ‘round!

N’er find a thing of sad import to rue.

God’s promise shines in resurrected time.

New Heav’n, new Earth now make our joy sublime!

*As revealed in Choose Only Love, Book I, received by Sebastian Blaksley.

9/28/2023

To Mary Ann on Her 100th Birthday

The day hath come, my dear, the milestone day.

I say, “Rejoice!” and celebrate with thee.

Fantastic century ye spent, I say!

For sure thy life doth be well-lived, the “key”!

I love thee dearly, Mary Ann, I look

To thee as one to emulate.  If I

Live long on Earth, if written in God’s Book,

I hope to live as well: true choice (nay “sigh”)!

More time seems sure ahead for MARB indeed.

God’s favor looks complete–all good–my dear.

Thy family still need thy fulsome lead.

Thy work not over, ye in front–not rear.

May blissful day give happiness to thee.

God’s grace abounds upon thy soul, I see!

7/25/2023

#90 (“You bless my life by being present here. . .”)

MOLTE = MUCH

A Sonnet to Recall Nine Years of Vacations in Italy

You bless my life by being present here.

My love for you makes me a better soul.

I am indebted molte when, my Dear,

In quiet I contemplate my wifely role.

Advice, most keen you give to me oft’ times.

When I, perplexed, ask what you think, respond

You do, alway’ with thoughts worth molte dimes.

When this transpires, I rest in peace, all calmed.

I hope my presence in your life gives peace

To you also–and love, abundant love.

I pledge love for eternity–n’er cease!

A thousand kisses I bestow, my Dove!

The key to bliss is love, just love, alway’.

And I do love you molte, Dear, I say.

With molte love to Paul on our 37^th wedding anniversary.

7/12/2023

#89 (“This Christmas day. . .”)

This Christmas day I want to ye to say:

My love supreme, all glorious it be!

A goodly number Christmases!  If may

I hope for many more: I love, ye see!

‘Tis number thirty-seven, yea, we’ve had.

Together cuddled in our love, in home

We be. We happy be, our love not sad.

We cuddle, kiss, doth share love, never roam.

If God doth choose–His will–we have much more.

In health we live, a blessing be, in joy

Alway’, our love, for Love doth be the core.

Am I too greedy, dear, to want for more?

More years together I do wish, my Sweet.

This “more” I mean, with ye in heart I keep.

12/25/2022

#88 (“Ye say no birthday more. . .”)

Ye say no birthday more ye celebrate.

Impossible!  I cook a dinner fit

For king!  We laugh and talk and be up late.

No time bemoan, no time decide just sit.

I long to say alway’ the love I feel.

A marriage good we have in truth indeed.

We hug and kiss, we seek to make a seal

Of love to be, a love that grew from seed.

A greater love alway’ and e’er, my Sweet’!

‘Tis joy of life of mine, ye say yours, too.

I hold thee close within my heart, for keep

O’r love important be, n’er thing to rue.

I love thee, Paul, my husband, true and good.

I spend another lifetime sure, if could!

9/28/2022

A Man for All Seasons

I viewed a vintage film with plot distress’.

Yet movie doth all good, for made me think.

I must not drop from life–to “hide” be “less.”

Conflict the plot doth prompt in me:  I sink!

Sir Thomas More was “man for all,” ’tis said.

“All seasons” true, ’tis said.  His life portrays

A conscience keen, a mind and heart all led

By God.  More would not lie!  A shout be rais’d!

So few of us with More’s sharp mettle be.

But learn from him we ought.  His principle

Instructs us down the years:  Ideal we see.

From well-liv’d life in him, a prize we cull.

Conflict begone!  I do arise in joy.

Inspire, Sir Thomas!  Godly man, no lore.  

10/19/2022; revised 2023

Moods

My mood doth vary oft-times much, my Lord.

’Tis this a fault of mine or something deep?

Perhaps Thou wish me ere close, linked by cord?

Yea, when I pray, Thou list’ full well, yet keep

Me struggling with the prayer (though sent to Thee).

If mood stay blissful all the time, perhaps

Complacent I become, and not then see

So clearly what transpires in truth:  I lapse!

When mood doth drop, I do pray more, my God.

’Tis natural, I think, and I hope good.  

When thoughts do turn to Thee, my way not hard.

I need more often turn to Thee–if could.

My mood dost send me to my knees in prayer.

My prayers sincere doth let Thee know I care!

10/13/2022; revised 2023

If God Be for Us

Our Scripture says it wise’:  “If God be for

Us, who can be against?”*  A promise strong

From Thee, Thy Self, our Lord, sure n’er be lore.

I ask Thy arms encompass me.  (I long!)

I make the words apply just me, and say,

“If Thou be for me, who can be against?”    

That be the all I need, e’er need, this day!

The thought, the words, dost show supreme good sense.

When Thou surround with Love, protection be;

No thing can come that harms, for Thou be there.

With gratitude I pray for eyes to see

That gifts of Thine be evidence of care.

Protect me in Thy Love, my Lordship true.

With Thee in charge, I n’er have cause to rue.     

 

10/9/2022; revised 2023 *Romans 8:31 (KJV).

Balm to Soul

To seek Thy Word is balm to soul of mine.

Too oft’ I struggle with mind (but n’er heart).

It be important, God, to look for sign

Of Thine intent:  In heart Thou be best sought!

Too oft’ I analyze my life in mind

With fret’.  Not good, I say, for worry, fret’

Bypass Thy grace, Thy love, Thy nature kind.

When heart dost list’, then Thou and I be met.

I set aside the fret’ that be all mine.

Instead choose heart inform the mind alway’.

Thus guidance sought doth come to me, in line

With heart’s sole wish fulfilled in Love today.

My joy is full, when heart’s words come like dart.

This life be easeful when I hear in heart.

9/8/2022; revised 2023

Guidance

I need Thy guidance, Lord, all sharp and clear,

A perfect nudge in heart and mind I ask.

When I see love of Thine I n’er in rear.  

In universe of Thine, I am all cast

Down, naught the help I find–lest Thou  respond!

When Thou dost deign to turn to me, the “sign”

Be well indeed.  Thy mantle I do don.

I can triumph o’er all, for I be Thine!

My guidance comes in myriad from Thee.     

In silence I do “hear” those words in mind

That serve to guide.  And Thou dost help me see

Thy drift–alway’ a truth, n’er lies, all kind.     

Thy words doth come in thoughts infused by Thee.

My heart doth hear, my God–this be the key!   

9/7/2022; revised 2023

Thy Grace Descends

I long for Thee, dear God!  Today I need

To turn my life o’er once again to Thee.

My faith seems weak and frail, a mere small seed

That ought to grow all great in Love, doth see?

Surrender all I do just now, again,

And yet again.  When I surrender all,

When I surrender all, a hand Thou lend.      

Thy grace descends; Thou turn and heed my call!

Indeed, I need a re-surrender true,

For oft’ I have made turn in life to Thee.

What more ought I now seek to say or do?

No thing, my Lord!  Abide in Thee be key!

Thou love and bless me sure; I don’t ask more.

Thy guidance heals in truth–no lie, no lore!

9/6/2022; revised 2023

Gift of Cheer

I can do much to stay in cheer most days;

’Tis not good deed to dwell with face so long.

If gift of attitude superb, God lays

Upon my Self, yea, then be I in song!

I do not have to woo good cheer alway’,    

For Thou doth give clear guidance quick and sure.

This guidance–manna to my soul, I say!

In guidance fruitful Thou be constant lure:

Thy hints of how to lift my spirit high

Be practical, so wise and true, a blest

Reminder that the promised Love n’er die.    

Enthrall my Self; I will out heart n’er wrest.  

Speak softly in Thy silence, God, my Dear.

When I do hear, I sense Thee very near.

9/23/2022; revised 2023

Trust in the Lord’s Love

I seek great trust in Love from Thee, my Lord–

Thy Love!  When large the “L” ’tis godly pledge!

If I fall to attack, like lion that roared

In anger fierce, save soul from frightful ledge.

It is my human weakness for attack

That sets me up for fear, not Love, for Thee.       

This be a loathsome failing sure!  A lack

I ask that Thou address, make good for me.

If I foreswear attack in all its guise,

I know that trust in Thee will be my boon.

Fear will depart–depart despite its size,

Then trust will enter in my heart most soon.

With peace in heart and soul, then trust will come.

And straightway to Thy waiting arms I run!

9/22/2022; revised 2023

Beseech: Lift My Mood

Without God’s aid I am a weakened reed.

Yet with His aid, in Heav’n I walk–doth see?

My God, I ask today for lift I need

In mood.  Do make this gift rain down on me!

Thou are most hoped for on this day indeed!

When lift my sights, then sure’ submit I may.   

I grow as plant in sun so bright, from seed

That blossoms full and plenteous this day.   

Make mood of mine a happy one alway’.

If Thou doth speak a word of cheer, ’tis done!

Thy prompting in my heart embeds like ray.

Thou light my world in bliss, the warmth like sun.

Walk in the light I must.  My mis’ry pales

When Thou doth act:  No gale ere rough my sails!

9/20/2022; revised 2023

To Mary Ann on Her 99th Birthday

A Sonnet in 17^th Century Manner

           ‘Tis moment now to celebrate thy day!

           Fast bountiful and sweet thy spirit shines

           With light all bright and fine, so like sun’s ray

           That cheer of thine reflects some treasure mines.

           Thy soul doth sure give full bright joy to kith

           And kin; soul’s hearty laugh e’en make God smile!

           Light heart spark fun to all in sight (no myth).

           Thy day not spent in gloom, ill humor, rile;

          Example sure ye are to us—ye know?

           No kith like thee hath cross’ me path a’fore;

           I bless the day we met: I mean this so!

           List’:  Thy deserv’ed fame in time be lore.

                A’gin make joy, as did ye when we met.

                Role model, yea! Inside me heart ye’re kept.

7/25/2022

God Rescues

When ego banned from mind that thought it, Love

Steps in to take its place—Love’s rightful place.

Then peace doth reign supreme—the bird, this dove

Of peace.  No more might fear become encased

In mind, for heart all filled with Love doth reign.

Yea, blest art we, now saved by God from pain!

He rescues mind—and renders it back sane;

We walk straight path to God in open lane.

When we sure listen to our God, He fast

Moves Heaven, Earth to overturn all fear.

What we must do:  Hold fast to Him, do cast

Away the ego to a far-off rear.

God shows the way when we mere’ ask His help,

For in His bosom we are surely kept.

3/25/2022; revised 2023

In Praise of God

A day to bless Thee sure!  I do say thanks

To Thee, my God, my All in All!  When Thou

Cocoon me firm, Thou give me all Thy lights.

When Thou dost hold me close, to Thee I bow.

’Tis hymn of praise I make to Thee today.

Thou save me from myself—for I, weak reed!

The light Thou give doth send from sun a ray.

My sole request:  Do offer hand to lead.

I miss Thy Love when I do walk away.

Do keep me wrapped in arms of Thine alway’.

I know Thou love me, say for sure I  may.

When all is lit by Thee, I praise the day!   

I sense this truth to say:  I  dare not be

Without Thy Love.  Thou want me, I do see!

2/8/2022; revised 2023

Stress

If stress n’er rear’ its head in life of mine,

I would live years of joy–of halcyon days!

Yet hear that some of stress is good.  To pine

For peace alway’ may show a fault to raise.

“’Tis possible to live good life with good

Stress!” one doth hear.  I am not sure this thought

Be true.  I say my God’s peace gives best mood

I wish in life.  Then with all joy I’m caught!

We do need energy, industrious

Spirit refin’d to cope all well each day.   

We are evolving entities.  We must

Grow strong in lives we live by Love’s peace ray.  

“But stress begone from me!,” I beg my God!

Harmony take its place, end mind’s stress-rod!

2/4/2022; revised 2023

The Force

When I do turn to Thee, oh God, I sense

Thy presence well. This be the best of mood

In life—a balm for pain.  I do not mince

My voice in this:  Thou save each  day I’ve rued.

Thou art the Force that binds the universe

As One.  When I do follow way Thou set,           

I live in great repose.  Nothing doth curse

Me in this world when I do move to let

God’s Love inform my mind, my heart, my soul.

Yea, Love the glue that holds it all in place.

When I do know this all in all, I roll

Toward Thee.  Of elixir Thou give a taste!

Learn how to live we must; Love is the way.

God in our heart will show us how, I say.

2/1/2022; revised 2023

To Help

A day all ’round for good I ask this morn’!

’Tis possible to slant the mind this way;

’Tis possible for heart n’er be forlorn.

Heart keeps us on right path, right slant, I say.

If mind look down in spirit poor, cannot

Our brother help:  We be all wound so tight’!

Ask God to touch by grace, improve our lot.

Then seek to help we do, for walk in light.

God asks for hands and feet, a help in time

Of need.  Our brother thanks us for this help—

A blessing are we in his life in fine.     

When grace arrives from God we see this depth.

Reach out today beyond the self for sure.

Then we act thus for God as brother’s lure.    

2/1/2022; revised 2023

A Rose

We do so oft’ long tell Thee of our love.

When we do feel all close, we break in smiles!

Like lovebirds we are wont to be.  A Dove

Thou art! We walk for Thee long miles.

If I depress in daily round, I need

But turn to Thee.  Straightway my countenance

Is raise’d, my heart doth swell.  Within me, seed

Hath sprung to life.  A shoot though small n’er canst      

Be stopped from blossoming in bud.  I find

A lovely rose inside within time short.

Yea, Thou art Love, my God; we be in kind

For Thou doth welcome us to join Thy court.

Thy court so grand needs but our rose appear.

There show us well how live in Love–n’er fear. 

1/31/2022; revised 2023

A New Beginning

A good today I hope to find, in paths

Of clover green.  Impossible to feel

A mood of  “down,” despite ev’r-present masks.

We search for ways to live all well, not reel

In time pandemic reigns, and in we stay.

’Tis best to acquiesce, not fight the fact

Of time so difficult.  We will find ray

Of hope when turn to God; we find no lack.

He makes the waters smooth with kindest deed.

He gives us solace when alone, a peace all ‘round.

No more will I be low, a slender reed.

No more my happiness be robbed, cast down.

Thou show me how to live, my God so dear.

At base I am all Thine—lift’d high, n’er mere.    

1/21/2022; revised 2023

#86 (“Felt I for time so long. . .”)

Felt I for time so long now:  Ye and I

Are bless’d beyond compare!  The sun doth shine

On days that bring us joy.  I rest in my

Real joy with ye yea, ye are man of mine!

Our time together hath been long, my Sweet’

But time hath flown by rapidly, years full

Of good for us.  We are so bless’d that meet

We did, for we have had a time so cool!

I hope for many years of time ahead.

We have o’r health, o’r cup o’rflows with good.

If we do keep a positive sense, read

I that all must remain good as it should.

            May day be first ahead of joy abound’!

            A happy Christmas, voice of mine doth sound.

12/24/2021

Draw of Love

Ah, love!  Ask lovesick boy or girl the “why”

Of pining for beloved.  For sure none else

Doth draw so well to bliss, forev’r with sigh!

This way of world doth be God’s plan to bless.

Impossible for world to stand as good

When Love be not the way.  All would implode

In chaos, if fear ruled alone, e’er could.    

The draw of Love from God triumphs as sowed.

Yea, better world doth work by Love as draw.

If fear e’er ruled triumph’, all self-destruct!

This be the genius God hath, God’s law.

N’er art the bonds of Love stretch’d, broke’, nor cut.

Like youth in love, let’s seek God’s hand in ours

And join our hearts to His.  Then war n’er roused.

10/27/2021; revised 2023

With Love No Fear

When Love o’rwhelm the Self, no room there be

For fear.  The secret thus for peaceful life

Is clear, no problem there for eyes that see:    

“If love so well, stay firm, no fear be rife!”   

Pray oft’ for bliss of Love, the kind that sets

Thee right before thy God.  His Love is sure

And easy to access, for tranquil’ rests

On prayer sublime, our words to God the lure.      

I ask for much full Love, the kind from Thee

That bless me with a comfort, joy of great

Import.  I know Thou list’, ear keen, to me;

I know, for Thou doth bless for Son’s dear sake.

With Love I do abide, safe, in Thy realm.

Keep me full sure in Thee, my Self o’erwhelmed!

10/27/2021; revised 2023

Fear Death Not

I n’er do want to fear my death!  That’s goal

All true I set today—a goal made sure

And real as covid seems to be on roll.

I am quite well, do not want fear as lure.

I speak for many as I write, the one

Believer, other not.  ‘Tis good to think

On ultimates, I say, for when all done

We exit world, but n’er to hell we “sink.”   

God’s plan for us is good.  N’er have we deigned

To find a “hell” save ego–only one

There be.  We go to vistas bright, all ringed

With “milk ’n honey” sure, when we are done.

The end that God doth plan for us be blest!

He has our names—all names—upon His list.

10/26/2021; revised 2023

Answer from God

Oft’ do I wake in morn’ with question clear

In mind—a question with no answer yet.

When I do press for answer, worries rear

Inside my brain, unsought by me, firm set.

Why might I not just call a halt and ask

My God, “Solution to arise in heart?”

My heart, in truth, doth know, need not to cast

About as doleful mind with fret’ unsought.

My heart doth have a route for sure to depth

Of soul inside.  In depth my God doth dwell.

God hath the right and proper word, all kept

For me since time began (before we fell).  

My heart doth best to listen well each day.

God’s Answer certain will appear, I say!

10/24/2021; revised 2023

#85 (“A happy day to ye, my Sweet’. . .”)

A happy day to ye, my Sweet’, on this

Thy birthday fair.  I long to give thee all

My love, my constancy n’er lost nor miss’.

If ye have need today, my Sweet, just call!

O’r life together blessing sure alway’.

I praise the day my doorbell rang with you

Outside, first time we meet—good day, I say!

N’er right to think now otherwise, n’er rue.

As we grow old together, Sweet, may we

Express o’r gratitude for love supreme.

We waited long to meet, but blessed we be.

Ye are the best for me; I feel this keen’.

            Enjoy ye day today; I make it fine.

            I do all best today for love of mine.

9/28/2021

Loving & Giving

Note: “Monday’s Child” is a popular nursery song for children, a kind of fortune-telling based on day of birth.

Teach me to love, dear God, my Rock besought.

When young, a child, I heard that loving, I.

Yea, loving—giving, too.  From “Granny” caught

The bliss of love indeed.  Now do I sigh

For gift of love that relatives did make.

My Sweet’, my husband dear, knows need of mine

For Love so great (he learned it on first date!).

All through the years, hast give’n  love so kind.

Yet God’s bless’ Love doth soothe me best this day.

As Friday’s child*, to love and give, I leap

To be like Him—foresooth—this much I say!

Let Love remain in flow, in flow Love keep.

I do seek Love.  Just grow my Love this day.

Make bright this Love, my God, all like sunray.

8/24/2021; revised 2023

Release

  

Dear God, do keep my thought uplift’  this day.

When I awake in morn’, I’m oft’ cast down

From dream, a careless wisp o’ mind. I say

A thought so low must not go ‘round and ‘round.

I ask Thee charge do take of dismal thought

Unsought.  Do cleanse my mind and set it free

From mulling o’er the fears that stress.  All caught

Is busy mind. ’Tis fairer, better see,

Feel, heart so soothed by Love from Thee, ’tis caught.

’Tis possible Thou seek to cleanse from fear

When first awake in morn’.  This have I sought

From Thee indeed, and now ask for mind clear.  

If this be method for release, my thank’

To Thee with Love for sure sent with all might.

8/23/2021; revised 2023

Peace Brings Love

How would God’s child discover more to love?

If love we do, our fears, anxieties   

Will crumble all around.  We be like dove,

A dove of peace, a harbinger one sees.

If peace we feel, then fears, anxieties

No more can rear their ugly heads so cruel.

Yea, we have found the secrets true—the keys

To triumph o’r our errors:  Love will rule.  

Relax, my friend, and let God’s peace surround

Us in this world.  Let His Love mark our days.   

No more, in peace, will mind, perturbed, be down.

In spirit true and good we see Great Rays*.

We see God’s Rays when love with all our might.    

We see indeed when mind with heart merge ’right.

1/20/2021; revised 2023 *described in A Course in Miracles.

#83 (“Thank you so much. . .”)

                        Thank you so much for presents, Love, my Sweet’.

                        This Christmas is one to remember well.

                        But best of all is time with you, to meet

                        Each morning fresh and personal’ty meld.

                        Ye make my day worth living, Dear, just you.

                        That’s all I really want from Santa Claus.

                        Time spent with you is time n’er lose nor rue.

                        I hug ye fast and long, a time to pause.

                        My presents have made this day a delight,

                        On top of time to spend with you in peace.

                        I nev’r do let thee out of range or sight

                        I do just ask, alway’, for hug or kiss.

                                    O’r blessings great this Christmastide, my Dear.

                                    I do ask little more, just you, just mere.

12/25/2019

Ending Point

                        My project is complet’ just now.  Six year’

                        In all hath been my focus strong and deep.

                        ‘Tis not a span of time so long, a mere

                        Half dozen suns.  Now see I what might reap.

                        I feel release’ for culmination true.

                        With drafts galore I call for end to be.

                        I hope result doth find God’s praise, not rue.

                        Import’ to know I wrote for Him, ye see.

                        I speak with peace this long awaited day.

                        My heart be humble true—but hope I sing!

                        If work be good, my God, to Ye I say

                        My thanks for aid divine—to YE praise ring!

                                    Thanks be for task now done.  Ye kept me firm.

                                    To write e’re more I now fast leap and run!

10/20/2020

#82 (“I love thee pure’. . .”)

 

                        I love thee pure’, my Sweet’, my joy, my peace.

                        I praise the day we met so long ago.

                        When day begins with hug—embrace—a kiss,

                        Then all is well in world of mine, just so!

                        Let’s make a day of celebration grand,

                        For you and I do mark your day of birth.

                        You are a husband great, so fine a man.

                        All is so bless’ for us, though times now rough.

                        O’r life as one hath been enhanced just now,

                        As wait we do, pandemic end in sight.

                        O’r time alone a joy.  To you I bow

                        In thanks for loving me with all thy might.

                                    Joy, peace, love—these are what we have in fine.

                                    I speak the truth to you, sweet love of mine!

9/28/2020

Miracle

I saw a miracle today for sure!

Why did my Maker bless me thus right now?

Perhaps He offered it to me as lure.

Perhaps He wanted happy face, not dour.

I have a cousin very ill, but now

I see that God hath all in hand today.

I need not find downtrod’ my day, nor sour

This hour, already sad, for see sun’s ray.

Yea, possible for healing sure to come.

But not for me to say what comes this day.

A miracle doth point, a heal’ for some.

I pray for blessing keen—then come what may.

A miracle today!  So do I ask

For will of God in healing that I bask.

 

8/10/2020; revised 2023

#81 (“A hug dost mean so much to me. . .”)

 

                        A hug dost mean so much to me, my Sweet’,

                        Cements in bond by giving love its due.

                        When oft we seek a moment fine, we meet

                        In embrace firm with kiss so hear, n’er rue.

                        Much peace ye arms do give to me indeed.

                        ‘Tis best of day for me, my Sweet’, my Dear.

                        I turn to you for ye do take the lead.

                        “Not so!” ye say.  I reach to bite your ear.

                        O’r love is equal—yea, it is—in year’

                        In past and years ahead for us in twain.

                        O’er love is strong and deep for us, not mere

                        A love for casual times, but love all sane.

                                    A saner love I n’er have seen in time.

                                    I pledge my love for ye in truest rhyme.

 

8/8/2020

Love’s Bait

When turn to Thee I do, dear God,  my life

Runs smooth’.  And happy I, with peace indeed!

If Thee I do neglect, my life is rife

With problems keen, with me as slender reed.

I need Thee greatly, Thou doth see, my Love.

I cannot save myself—no, n’er, n’er sure!

Thou art the balm I need, yea, from above.

Thou art the One all time I need, the lure.

Like fish doth come to line from pole extend’,

Thou draw me forth, from out myself, to bait.

This be the way Thou save me, Thou dost mend.

Do so this day, my Love, just now, not late!

I need Thee now.  Thou hast the bait I need.

’Tis lure I want to follow in Thy lead!

 

7/29/2020; revised 2023

#80 (“We have a true count. . .”

 

                       We have a true count thirty-four year’,

                        Together, Sweet’, in love, in happiness.

                        Ye are the one I want with me, my Dear.

                        We join in peace for time ahead, new lease.

                        I hope to spend eternity with you.

                        It would make future bright, n’er dim, n’er sad.

                        N’er would I look on lives in past and rue.

                        Ye are the one for me; I love my lad.

                        Take heart as years go by, my Sweet’, we own

                        A bond superb, relentless, firm and tight.

                        We need n’er fret, nor worry strong, nor moan

                        As long we live, if love we feel, with might.

                              I love thee deep’, my Sweet’, my joy, my love.

                              Ye are the best of life for me, my dove.

 

7/12/2020

To God—True Love

Let me cocoon in love pristine from Thee.

If Thou doth love me fast, all will be well.

Let nada this day be regret to see.

Enthrall my soul, and keep it safe from hell.

When I do feel Thy love, I am so kissed

That life doth flow all smoothly:  good the day.

Let’s end my mood full dark—best to resist!

Let day be bright with love, abounding ray.

I need Thee now, my God, my joy, my All.

Keep me ’nough strong I know no fear nor scare.

Be with me now, list’ to me when I call.

I love Thee much, so much, as much I dare.

This be not error black, but truth to say.

This be true love, indeed, my God–no nay.

6/30/2020; revised 2023

Not a Sonnet III: All My Best. . .

My Sweet’, I do desire to write the best

In poesy to you, my love, my Self.

Sometime’ it seems we are one soul in truth as read my mind you       do, In test

Of kinship firm and strong, a marriage so made that two seem One, with naught out left.

I love ye deep’ and true with love that stands the time of test,

And all else fate doth fling toward Self.

We two are One in law of God, the test

To be one depth of love in song in clef.

I am a poet—not song be clear to me.

Will you with voice so strong sing song you see?

undated, c2000

 

Not a Sonnet II: Love’s Consideration

‘Tis best to give the other “slack,” I hear;

‘Tis best not give the other tension tight.So easy be it to complain a bit when life seems hard to me, you, Dear.

Yet choose I not to scorn or cry at all for blessings great demand no bite.

We are among the few I know who love most strong without respite nor slack.

O’r love—‘tis right!

I wish to have you know, my Paul, my Dear,

That love I on and on and on—out’ sight.

We do forgive in daily life, you see—

You, too, give “slack” in ire oft’ time to me.

1/26/2000

Not a Sonnet: Love’s “Proof”

 

We two—you (Paul) and I—do have the best

Because we give to each the best of self.

My dad did say, “You two are good for one another”—you know the rest.

If I could place o’r love in rhyme and song I would, for sweet the note in clef.

We grew to love in time, a simple love but true—t’is best to love with calm

And peace—how deft!

O’r passion deep doth run n’r wane, for lest

We seek to prove o’r love, we aren’t bereft.

The proof is daily liv’d, I say to you;

N’er seek to prove what needs no proof, n’er rue.

 

1/24/2000

To a Friend

          Ye wise and splendid birthday girl, today

           A milestone we do see for you indeed.

           Mind sound, a frisky body, joyous ray

           Of happiness ye show as ye do lead

           O’r groups in books to read or words to write.

           A leader born ye are, my blessed friend.

           A joy to all, someone of bliss–ye light

           The way for younger souls, be friend or kin.

           Ye are a beacon bright, a kindred soul.

           Your ways do call to me to emulate.

           A woman wise with spirit warm, n’er cold.

           ‘Tis hard to say how high I do ye rate.

                A day of joy we wish for you, my dear.

                Friends do surround ye with deep love sincere.

7/25/2014

In Plea to God

May, Lord, I not succumb to doubts and fears

But find Thee always in my need.  If trial

Bring cruel dashed hope with months of pain, if tears

Unbidden flow, with force—make, Lord, as mild

My cross as Thou wilt choose, with knowledge that

Thou only have.  I ask not softness, Lord,

For such would weaken gifts Thou gave which at

Thy feet someday I shall return.  That cord

Which binds our hearts as one is written in

The promise of Thy Son.  Recall he said,

“The Kingdom is within.”  Unless I wring

Thee out my heart by deeds ungodly led:

Stay by me, Lord, possess my all, enthrall

My ev’ry wish.  Then can I feel Thee call.

 

4/4/1973; revised 2023

#79 (“O’r day together will be grand. . .”)

 

O’r day together will be grand, my Sweet’.

A celebration of o’r time in bliss.

Before the preacher, day so hot, we meet

But soon o’r vows were said, and we did kiss.

Ye do oft ask, if marry me again

Ye must so do in garden so, so hot.

To this I say, alway’, just “Nay,” with grin—

A milder day to wed will be o’r lot

In future life when find each one again.

I love thee fast indeed, my Sweet’, my dear.

I want o’r God to be so certain, send

Ye straight to me, in future.  Take not the rear.

I want to spend another life with ye.

I want o’r bliss today again, ye see.

 

7/12/2019

#78 (“Ye are so good to me, my Sweet’. . .”)

                      

                        Ye are so good to me, my Sweet’, my Love.

                        ’Tis blessing greatest of my life for sure.

                        I do return ye love alway’, my Dove.

                        O’r love doth best be known alway’ a cure. . .

                        A cure for all that ails us e’er indeed.

                        A cure that joy doth give with happiness

                        Assured.  I need thee greatly—I, weak reed.

                        I love your traits in time I’ve seen so oft’.

                        Ye traits of kindness, mind so keen, so smart.

                        Ye are a paragon, so hat I doff.

                        Ye are so solid, like a massive rock.

                                    Thanks be the day we wed, my Sweet’, my Dear.

                                    O’r bond, o’er years, is firm indeed, is sear.’

 2/14/2020

 

 

                       

Answers in God’s World

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”  ― Rainer Maria Rilke

The words say, “Love the questions!”*—this a task!

Try!  Then find we the Answers true.  Do stay

The course, for puzzles have dawn in at last

For sure.  The breaking day doth shine a ray.

A ray of hope and peace, solution found.

We need not fear to stay in dark, all blind.

Nor fear to find ourselves turned round and round.

Our God is better One than that—He’s kind!

A kind and loving Father, sweet and dear.

He wills to show us Answers true, in time.

Be patient as we walk the earth, a mere

Small footstep, balance keen, to follow sign.

Our questions constitute  a test.  We find

In time, the Answers true—from God’s own Mind.

 

2/17/2020; revised 2023         *Rainer Maria Rilke

#77 (“My Paul, my Dear, I love thee well indeed. . .”)

My Paul, my Dear, I love thee well indeed.

Ye know this well indeed also, my Sweet’.

Let’s make o’r life a-blossom, things to lead

Us into happiness so full and deep.

I n’er do tire of telling you my love.

I find great joy in telling of my love.

Ye be a pleasure alway’, sure, my Dove.

I find o’r time so like to Heaven above.

Let’s keep o’r love so fresh and sweet, and kind,

That we alway’ have blessing in its wake.

I say to ye in verse, this verse, of rhyme.

For permanence in life with ye, love’s sake.

          I love thee good and full and pure.

         For love like this, my Sweet’, there be no cure!

 

2/14/2018

#76 (“My Sweet, I do so long for happy days. . .”

My Sweet, I do so long for happy days

For us. Peace be to us this Christmastide!

I love you long and true; I hold your gaze

To say, “I love you true. With you, abide.”

I wish a better wife I were for you.

I take misstep and feel the guilt alway’.

I long so for nothing regret nor rue.

Say “I do love you!” This all to say.

My world is right when good between us be.

For nothing more do wish I this, this day.

My joy complete, peace abound. I need, you see.

When all is good the sun does shed its ray.

          Peace I do wish for us in time ahead.

          My chief this wish for you and me: this said.

12/25/2009

 

#75 (“To thee, I do make offer strong of love. . .”)

                        To thee, I do make offer strong of love.

                        We do belong to each the other–yes!

                        O’r home is yet a hav’en peace, a cove.

                        To ye I do give what I can to bless!

                        Be with me strong today, the day of bliss.

                        We are the two, yet one, indeed, my Sweet’.

                        I give thee hugs and kisses, bless’ed kiss!

                        I am so glad for day long past we meet.

                        We meet anew each morn when we awake.

                        It is a happy time for me indeed!

                        I love to think of day ahead, a date.

                        For ev’ry day is date with you to lead.

                                    Be kind to me today, I ask in peace.

                                    May n’er o’r love begin to end or cease!

12/25/2012

#74 (“May this the day of birthday true be joy. . .”)

                         May this the day of birthday true be joy

                        To you in ways that warm your mind and heart.

                        I say straight out in motive true, not coy.

                        With Cupid’s bow I send a straight, true dart.

                        I love thee mightily, my Sweet’, my mate.

                        We have a marriage made in heav’n indeed.

                        ‘Tis years ago we met and had first date.

                        In all years since ye have so made good lead.

                        I love o’r days together now in peace.

                        We have the time relax in happiness.

                        I long to hug and kiss ye without cease.

                        Come give me now a long and soulful kiss!

                                    I love thee pure and sweet, with heart so full.

                                    Your love doth make my day, enthrall, yea, rule!

9/28/2019

When Times Are Hard

When things so bad do happen, what to do?

All pain doth teach a thing  praiseworthy, good.

’Tis nothing e’re to fret, and naught to rue.

Lift up affect, do laugh a bit, raise mood.

This day will pass into oblivion sure.

Find gift to praise, for gift the day doth have.

Our mood so low is but a chance, a lure,

A time cocoon inside, apply a salve.

“This too shall pass,” they all do say so oft’.

’Tis time to turn to Maker dear, our Love.

Alway’ His way be strong and true, n’er soft.

Long time of generations: He above.

When we do turn to God when times are hard,

We benefit from chastening and the rod.

 

7/31/2019; revised 2023

Entreaty to God

My God, my Dear, so sweet to me indeed.

Thou work with me for calmest faith, n’er tense.

My fortitude, my aim, but slender reed.

Give me the cleanliness of perfect rinse.

Remove the darkness of  my soul’s sin stain.

Give tolerance for my sure pain and fear.

Make me a mirror of Thy Love, no blame.

All this can Thou do, fast, complete, my Dear.

More patience and more tolerance are needs

I have alway’.   Shift attitude today

In me.  Do let me show a love in deeds.

This inner change will serve me well, I say.

Thy patient Love, with me example find.

I look to Thee, my Dear–Thy Heart, Thy Mind.

 

7/29/20; revised 2023

#73 (“I love ye so. . .”)

                        I love ye so, my darling husband dear.

                        ‘Tis good to have a chance to tell ye so.

                        O’r celebration at our dinner, mere

                        Moment of joy leaves me to grasp for more.

                        I wish thee happy valentine this day.

                        I follow this with hug and kiss so sweet.

                        Ye are my blessing first in life, a ray

                        Of sunshine ere we come together, meet.

                        I thank my God above for sending ye

                        To me.  Impossible to thank enough.

                        Ye are my balm in life alway’, the key

                        To Love.  I am your diamond in rough.

                                    Thanks I do say to ye for loving me.

                                    ‘Tis best in life so far I ere did see.

2/14/2019

So Dear My God

Dilemmas do feel hard to solve ’til turn

To God I do.  Then ease my way I find

In problems keen; a way to solve I learn.

So hard to calm my spirit, body, mind.

If first I turn to Thee, so soon, in peace,

My mind will straightway know the Answer sure.

’Tis easy all the time.  I find new lease

On life, new joy, no more I do so rue.

Thanks be to Thee for way now shown to solve

A problem in my life.  Now things are smooth,

My blessings sure, no time for worry carve.

My life unfolds ahead, I’m on the move.

’Tis good to know, erase the pain, so clear

I live my life, in Thee, my God so dear.

 

6/23/2019; revised 2023

#72 (“My Sweet’, today is good. . .”)

 

                        My Sweet’, today is good, a birthday sweet.

                        Ye celebrate a milestone—yea, ye do!

                        Months have gone by and birthday now we meet.

                        This day rejoice in blessings grand, n’er rue.

                        We are most bless’d with health and happiness.

                        O’r cup is filled, my darling Paul, my spouse.

                        When of’t I hug thee tight, I hug and kiss.

                        O’r oxytocin spikes, with it we’re doused.

                        A happy birthday I do wish for thee.

                        Tons more, too, with long years ahead we share.

                        I wish to grow so old with thee, ye see.

                        O’r fate entwined forev’r, for great we care.

                                    Ye milestone day of birth is peaceful, calm.

                                    I wish thee well for long, my love a balm.

9/28/2018

#71 (When ye downcast so be. . .”)

                        When ye downcast so be, I take a cue

                        From words my mother said long time ago.

                        “Leave him to be,” she said, “say naught nor do

                        “For quiet he needs, and ye need not a row.”

                        I find my mother doth know thing or two.

                        So wise she is, and words from her I hear.

                        After a bit, ye will emerge and coo

                        Ye love for me, express to me, my dear.

                        I love thee fully, strong and sweet indeed.

                        I celebrate our love on this o’r day.

                        O’r love was just so long ago a seed.

                        Now in full bloom, we pledge o’r love, we say:

                                    I love thee with a lover’s pledge of faith.

                                    Long years ahead I hope, I pray, I saith.

 

7/12/2018

#70 (“My Sweet, my heart o’rflows with low for you”)

 

                        My Sweet, my heart o’rflows with love for you.

                        Ye are the birthday man today, indeed.

                        This day holds pleasure, good and true, not rue

                        This day. I give joy, peace—follow my lead!

                        O’r life together is most good and sweet.

                        A bounteous love doth keep us safe and sound.

                        So glad I am that years ago we meet.

                        Ye made my life come out all good around.

                        May day today be fun and pleasure sure.

                        ‘Tis good to celebrate your day of birth.

                        A day of good will serve to be the cure

                        Of any sad thought that might be a curse.

                                    I love thee pure and good, so bless’d am I.

                                    ‘Twas good the day I found thee, yea, I sigh!

 

9/28/2017

To Give

My God, my Love, I thank for blessings true.

Ingratitude I would not have a part

Of me.  Likewise this day I would not rue.

’Tis gift of many gifts Thou bring in “cart.”

A cart from Thee doth overflow alway’.

Thou give and give and give from bounty full.

“Just ’tis My way, not count the cost,” Thou say.

“To give and give, alway’, is just My rule.”

Do Thou want me to do the same, I ask?

I know to give brings happiness to me.

’Tis right to follow way Thou show–at last!

’Tis right to give and give again, I see!

If I do give as Thou provide for me,

I am most truly blessed with Heaven’s key.

 

4/18/2019; revised 2023

#69 (“I love thee great, O Sweetheart. . .”)

                         I love thee great, O Sweetheart mine, my mate!

                        This Valentine’s I seek to make amends.

                        ‘Tis easy, Love, when mate ye be, not date,

                        To fail to speak, to say, my love—‘tis sin.

                        But now I take the time to speak, to say

                        That ye are best of happenings for me.

                        No better choice in life was made nar day

                        Than choice to make ye mine with vows, ye see.

                        I love thee deep and wide and long in heart—

                        Heart that dost burst with unsaid praise of thee.

                        I must say love, before in death I rot.

                        My life so good, your love hath been the key.

                                    Thanks be to thee, my Love, for treasure great.

                                    The peace I feel is due to ye, my mate.

 2/14/2016

The First Miracle

The wine had been consumed that day, she said.

So Mary went to son with fervent plea.

’Tis not my time for sure, he said, though led

She quick to barrels dry, no wine Christ see.

Fill up with water, he did say aloud.

And thus the miracle occurred forthwith.

Upon a taste the wedding guests—a crowd

Of drunken folk cried out surprise:  A lift

They felt, for  best the wine of all this day!

Surpris’d they be that this was done.  All quiet

They be, say naught to none, n’er look, n’er say

The drunken guests so calm they were, no rout.

A miracle we see today at Cana fair.

The first of Jesus, many more, naught rare. 

1/28/2019; revised 2023

The Answer

So much we hear that Love be Answer true

That numb we be to wisest words e’er said.

What can we do to right this wrong, what do?

We know ’tis true, if e’er we have most cared.

The world would self-destruct if Love not here.

The world would fall of weight its own, for sure.

These be not words unthought by me, not mere

A prattling thought uncouth or thoughts that lure

With good anticipation—but do mean

A bit of glory, truth to tell indeed.

These words of Love are potent, sure, nay dream.

They mean the world to us on earth, in seed.

The flower blossoms from all Love that’s true.

It keeps us safe in world unsure—n’er rue!

 

1/21/2019; revised 2023

Health

My Father God, Thou would not fret o’er health,

And so, my Dearest, why should I, at all?

Thou heal me with Thy love, Thy peace, Thy stealth,

So quiet’ dost Thou move.  Thou hear my call.

I drop the worries, here and now, I do.

My peace of mind is worth far more, foresooth!

N’er do I find Thee failing me, n’er rue

Thy Name, n’er, n’er give Thee forgetful boot!

I keep Thee close in heart alway’ with love.

That solves all problems, worries, too, my God.

Thou wrap me up with peace alway’, like dove.

To give less love to Thee is just to rob.

Thanks be to Thee for calmer mind right now.

Thou do o’ershadow mood so low and dour.

 

1/18/2019; revised 2023

Transform My Mind

Relief be writ on face of mine today.

Long questioning is o’er, for I do know

The Answer sure.  Now just enjoy, I say—

To wait, to keep, a profile meek and low.

To ask in patient way–for God’s own sake.

To ask to wait in peace, a good prayer, too.

Why hath confusion reigned?  Perhaps to make

Me love my God the more, for sure n’er rue.

Yea, God doth take my mind and heal it oft’.

He wish’ my thought to be all heal’d, just right.

God doth not  want a child of His all soft.

He doth transform my mind with all His might.

God wants my mind all bless’d to be in truth.

Give Him free rein and all is well, foresooth!

 

1/13/2019; revised 2023

Pain O’er

 

Aft’ struggle long in living life e’erday,

‘Tis sweet to see an Answer straight from God.

Of course impossible to know if ray

Of hope come straight from God, my feet in sod.

But must look heavenly for Answer sure,

For now I do rejoice that pain is o’er!

I praise a bless’d response from Him, n’er rue.

Pain that is gone can open blessed door.

I am so glad answer sure, surcease

Of pain anticipated now.  My heart

Doth sing for this dost give new lease

On life for me.  With joy I sing like lark.

Thanks be for hope aroused today for sure.

This happiness in God is but a lure.

1/10/2019

To Hold So Tight My Soul

A bit of warning, yea, for ready want

To be.  Thou know the suffer’ whence I run.

My eye is veil’d, my house surround by moat.

Do I fear death, my God Divine, so loved?

Yea, know its mysteries doth fright’ my mind.

I thank that long have Thou so gently rubbed

Away the scare when I, afraid of sign.

To go in peace to shore of death I need.

Thy Love to feel in depth most time in day.

Surround’ by Love and hope in heart indeed,

I will so walk clear way—in Thy sunray!

I ’scape from fear of death as Love enfold.

Thou know just how to hold so tight my soul.

 

1/1/2019; revised 2023

Dedication

I thank Thee, my dear God, for health abound’.

’Tis not a thing to take so lightly ev’r.

’Tis proof, I think, that more to do all round

Is in Thy will for me, so say, I dare?

Keep me on Earth, my blessed God in deeds

That honor Thee with Love and peace and joy.

Do stay by me.  Without Thee we slight reeds

Be constantly.  I need to ask no more.

I say to Thee in humble word alway’.

I ask Thy Presence feel, so keen, so sharp.

I dedicate my time, my hands, my day

To Thee as seek e’ermore to do my part.

I dedicate my health to Thine own will.

I ask for strength and fortitude all real.

 

1/5/2019; revised 2023

I

My Fondest Prayer

My dear Lord, One Who gives an Answer true:

I come to Thee with open arms today.

Straightway  do cure my heart of mood so blue.

I do so thank Thee—true!  What more I say?

’Tis best to sit all quiet, in prayer, foresooth!

Thou know what words I’d say when words do fail.

Thou know I follow Thee, intent like Ruth

Who walked behind Naomi–hill and dale.

Yea, follow Thee the same.  Cannot ev’n live

Without Thy Love.  Impossible to think!

When Thou do pour out Love, and to me give

Bless’ true, I bow way low, all mild and meek.

I need Thee, God, my fondest prayer recite.

I reach for Thee, in Love, with all my might.

 

1/2/2019; revised 2023

Of Love I Find

On this, a year begun afresh, anew,

I pray for Love, peace, joy, tranquility.

I do not say nor speculate my due.

’Tis right of God to measure and to see.

Thou mean us well in Love, my Father God;

This I do know from depth of heart within.

No need, my Lord, to quell my deeds with rod,

For chasteneth was rule in time of sin.

Now do I know that innocence prevails.

My faults I take to Thee, and find forgiv’:

Wind at my back, my boat unfurls its sails.

My course is plotted out for me to live.

So now Thou wish me well; Thou bless e’er more

God’s Love I find, I need no more implore.

 

1/1/2019; revised 2023

#68 (“Inspired I hope to feel. . .”)

 

`                       Inspired I hope to feel in writing fine.

                        But love for ye I do feel, yea, my dear.

                        I hope that love will win out, sweet and kind.

                        Do kiss me, Sweet’, a full-out hug, not mere

                        Peck on the cheek, which I would oft so mind.

                        O’r days together are a rush of joy

                        In which we hug and kiss, give love a sign.

                        Alway’ I do want from you a bit more.

                        Insatiable ye call me, yea, I am.

                        A fine thing ‘tis to feel your hug and kiss.

                        When this ye read, find me, find me around.

                        And grab me for a quick hug—do not miss!

                                    I love ye deeply, yea my joy ye are.

                                    In no way’ let o’r joyful love find mar.

2/14/2016

#66 (“To thee, I do make offer strong of love. . .”)

 

                        To thee, I do make offer strong of love.

                        We do belong to each the other–yes!

                        O’r home is yet a hav’en of peace, a cove.

                        To ye I do give what I can to bless!

                        Be with me strong today, the day of bliss.

                        We are the two, yet one, indeed, my Sweet’.

                        I give thee hugs and kisses, bless’ed kiss!

                        I am so glad for day long past we meet.

                        We meet anew each morn when we awake.

                        It is a happy time for me indeed!

                        I love to think of day ahead, a date.

                        For ev’ry day is date with you to lead.

                                    Be kind to me today, I ask in peace.

                                    May n’er o’r love begin to end or cease!

 12/25/2012

#65 (“As this I write. . .”)

                        As this I write, I know not plans for us

                        This Christmas Day.  Will Jackson beckon o’r

                        New car to smooth the way in fast-paced rush?

                        Or will we have a joyous time, home lair?

                        Where ere we spend the day, my Sweet’, with you

                        It will be joy to me, indeed, alway’

                        I ne’r regret o’r time alone, nor rue

                        The place we stay, my dear, my Sweet’, I say.

                        I love the rituals we enjoy oft’ times.

                        O’r kiss, o’r hug, o’r game we play with toes.

                        Toes tender mine are much in risk of pain.

                        The line I cross when hug we do in rows—

                        On carpet beige, to tease—this much I deign.

                                    Know, Sweet’, that lov’d ye be in deepest way.

                                    I bless the day first write to me ye did.

12/25/2015

#64 (“My Sweet’, I do so long for happy days. . .”)

                        My Sweet’, I do so long for happy days

                        For us.  Peace be to us this Christmastide!

                        I love thee long and true; I hold thy gaze

                        To say, “I love thee true.  With you, abide.”

                        I wish a better wife I be for you.

                        I take misstep and feel the guilt alway’.

                        I long for nothing to regret nor rue.

                        Say “I do love you!”  This all we must say.

                        My world is right when good between us be.

                        For nothing more do wish I this, this day.

                        My joy complete when peace abound, ye see.

                        When all is good the sun doth shed its ray.

                                    Peace I do wish for us in time ahead.

                                    My chief this wish for you and me:  this said.

12/25/2009

#63 (“Hard not to celebrate a day. . .”)

                        Hard not to celebrate a day, my Sweet’.

                        Hard just to wish ye well and say no more.

                        But trust your judgment, yea, without a deep

                        Word said about the day ye rue to core.

                        T’is fine to wish ye well, is not, my dear?

                        What risk is this to feeling grand today?

                        I’ll make no giant pronouncement, but a mere

                        “I love you, Sweet’, my dear, today I say.

                        T’is hard for me to say no more indeed.

                        I like to celebrate ye birth, ye day.

                        But I am not a slender, passive reed.

                        I can wish well, I seek enough to say.

                                    Thank ye for celebrating birthday mine.

                                    I like my day, and ye have been so kind.

 9/28/2015

#62 (“We met, yea, thirty-one sweet years ago. . .”)

 

                        We met, yea, thirty-one sweet years ago:

                        A day to love it is for us again.

                        ‘Tis hard to think that time goes by and so

                        We celebrate again, my dear, no sin.

                        I love thee much, so good and true and sweet.

                        We are indeed so bless’d, my husband, mate.

                        Kiss me now once again, please Sweet’, and keep

                        The memory of kiss for my lone sake.

                        I ask for kisses oft’, my dear, a kiss

                        For reasons good and bad, but always dear.

                        Your hugs are good, my dear, as well, good lest

                        We take for granted each one’s place with leer.                                           

                                    I long for kisses, hugs, my Sweet—the best

                                    We offer each today, in joy we rest.

4/25/2015

#61 (“I wish thee well, my Sweet’. . .”)

 

                        I wish thee well, my Sweet’, my love, my all.

                        We do have many blessings great in life.

                        Let nothing mar this brightest day, no pall

                        Upon the day, this day of life a slice.

                        I love thee greatly, true I do indeed.

                        Long have we been together one in truth.

                        Let nothing hurt our sacred bond, slim reed.

                        I want for us the best, all good–forsooth!

                        When stress doth mar our sacred days amiss,

                        May joy instead soon make its entrance fast.

                        I throw thee hugs immense and also kiss.

                        Lest stress our foot upon a rock doth dash.

                                    I love thee pure and good and sweet.

                                    I hope all years ahead in peace we meet.

2/14/2013

#60 (“O’r age a state of mind. . .”)

                        O’r age a state of mind alone, it is.

                        As long as young we feel, so young we are.

                        Today I do present thee with a kiss.

                        Together we have gone so very far.

                        I love thee so, my dear, my Sweet’ delight

                        In truth I speak to thee just now, today.

                        Together we do seek to do the right.

                        (My aim has reach’d thee–yes, this I do say.)

                        Be glad to celebrate, my dear, my spouse.

                        O’r motto says it true:  Grow old with me;

                        The best to be.  We go the way, the bounce

                        Of ball ev’ry day. So flexible we be.

                                    To you I do salute today, alway’

                                    I love thee full and strong, this day I say.

9/28/2012

#59 (“My Sweetheart, true and bless’d, feel joy today!”)

                        My Sweetheart, true and bless’d, feel joy today!

                        We celebrate a day of joy indeed.

                        Today in time of past, we stood in ray

                        Of sun, hot, melt’ as happy preacher read.

                        Do feel you thus the hand of God come down?

                        O’r preach’ doth seem to have that Hand so large.

                        O’r wedding had a violin of sound.

                        We said o’r vows sincere, no way to dodge.

                        I love thee true, my dear, my husband sweet.

                        For me, ye are the best of all in world.

                        I do mean this, my husband–yes–to keep!

                        My best is when I, close to you, am curl’d.

                                    I wish us good the day today all long.

                                    And morrow will be yet another dawn!

 

7/12/2012

#58 (“If e’er I needed proof thy love. . .”)

                        If e’er I needed proof thy love, now do

                        I have in full.  My thanks I give to you.

                        My Sweet’, ye have been great; I am not blue.

                        I love thee alway’  true; I nev’ do rue.

                        Thanks be from me to you.  I cannot say

                        Enough.  God sent ye me on that good day.

                        Ye are the sunshine life for me–a ray

                        Of happiness supreme!  No more I say.

                        I love thee pure and long—yea, years of twen’-

                        And eight we have been true to each alway’.

                        I n’ev ceased loving you.  This be no sin.

                        Ye are the best of life for me all day.

                                    I thank o’r Heav’ for sending you to me.

                                    I do thee love eternity ye see.

2/14/2012

#57 (“We must be sure to stay as one alway'”)

                       We must be sure to stay as one alway’.

                        No good to think. . .must be within o’r heart.

                        What joy we know as now we spend all day

                        In home alone, in place of peace n’er part.

                        I love thee sure and true–long time this true.

                        Do ye love me also, my Sweet’, my rock?

                        Ye keep me calm, serene.  I love, n’er rue.

                        Yea, rock ye be to me; my heart ye lock.

                        So day together we so see in peace.

                        Alway’ the peace and calm doth soothe my soul.

                        Please, Sweet’, today to give my lip a kiss,

                        And heart of each wilt n’er be hard nor cold.

                                    I love thee true for’er the more in truth.

                                    If ye love me, we be the best–foresooth!

 

2/14/1011

#56 (“My Sweet’, I do love ye so deep and true. . .”)

 

                        My Sweet’, I do love ye so deep and true.

                        For twenty-five years, Sweet’, we have this day

                        Together been.  Not sad I be–nor blue.

                        Ye are my sunshine clear, my Sweet’, my ray.

                        Thank ye for love so strong.  It gives me peace.

                        Without this peace, bereft I be, and sad.

                        Now this the day we mark–blessings release.

                        I do feel good alway’ with you–n’er bad.

                        Our night out looms with joy and peace and love.

                        Excitement I do feel:  pleasure ahead.

                        Ye are the greatest joy I know, my dove.

                        I be with you long years ahead, ’til dead–

                                    And even beyond the veil of death I see

                                    You will be mine, my joy–forever be.

 2/14/2010

#55 (“My dear, non-blaming spouse. . .”)

 

                        My dear, non-blaming spouse–my Sweet’, my love:

                        I do love thee from depth of heart, indeed.

                        I wish to treat thee well alway’, to serve.

                        Do help me, dear, for I am oft’ slim reed.

                        Your help dost help me fill the day with good.

                        Your skill to listen is a boon from heav’n.

                        My bent to brood is this that I do rue.

                        Help, Sweet’, your wife to be like bread that leav’n.

                        O’r years together do mean much to me.

                        Happy I’ve been in time with you for years.

                        Please live a long, long time, my mate to be.

                        Happy we be and ne’r do shed few tears.

                                    In joy and peace and hope we live us two.

                                    I hope for days all good and true, n’er rue.

7/12/2009

#54 (“‘Tis hard to know that time has flown. . .”)

 

                       ‘Tis hard to know that time has flown so fast!

                        The best years of my life ye gave to me.

                        I hope o’r lives so long ahead do last.

                        Then e’er the more o’r love will grow, ye see.

                        I thank ye much for kind ye be to me.

                        I thank ye much for dine we two– with rose

                        Your gift–in twain means much. Ah, love, the key!.

                        O’r love gives joy and peace–how much it sows!

                        As Browning said so long ago in verse:

                        O’r motto keen to me this day I love.

                        N’er sharp the word we say to each, nor curse.

                        All sweet be word to each, my love, my dove.

                                    More years ahead I hope for us to live.

                                    Longevity in us, let be no sieve.

 

4/25/2009

#53 (“Love ye do give to me alway'”)

 

                        Love ye do give to me alway’ my Sweet’

                        Love I do give to ye alway’, my Dove.

                        ’Tis best for us to live in joy, to keep

                        O’r twain as one in peace, in joy, in love.

                        I take delight in time with thee alway.

                        It is the best to me that life can bring.

                        O’r time tonight wilt be such fun this day

                        My hope for ye is full, my Sweet’, my king.

                        Know alway that ’tis ye I love in truth.

                        I find such joy in life with ye each day.

                        ’Tis long that we have been in love, foresooth          

                        ’Tis best the thing e’er to me been, I say.

                                    Keep joy and peace and love in heart for me.

                                    I to thee wilt keep same for thee, you see!

 

2/14/2009

#52 (“In thanks I write to you today. . .”)

           In thanks I write to you today, my dear–

           For computer new I have with me.

           I do work hard to make it work, I mere

           Computer novice that I am, you see.

           I love to play with my new toy indeed.

           But joy all more I have tonight at dine

           O’r love has grown in years from a mere seed.

           We are for sure, tonight just one in kind.

           I am forsooth just having fun with toy.

           You sleep in peace while I do play, not work.

           You need do nothing now, my dear, no more

           To make my day a blest one with your look.

                Be sweet, my dear, and let us dine tonight.

                To celebrate the day in pleasure right!

 

7/12/2013

#51 (“Ye say ye don’t have birthdays. . .”)

 

Ye say ye don’t have birthdays sweet n’ere more
But wait!  Ye have a wife who’ll not forget.
Put on a happy face, my dear, not dour.
We will enjoy today indeed, and kick!
Birthdays are not to fail to see the joy
Of life we live together strong and true.
N’er rue the day, my Sweet, but give a roar
Of pleasure, peace, and happiness as lure.
I promise not to tell the year of birth
If secret ye do wish to keep from all.
Be proud of date, instead, my dear, no curse.
Maturity ye have, good judgment call.
     I love thee, alway, all time, true and good.
     I chase away a sad, abiding mood.

9/28/2016

#50 (“I wish ye well alway’, my Sweet. . .”)

                        I wish ye well alway’, my Sweet’, my Love’.

                        Blessings we have abundant, full and sweet.

                        Most times good health ye have complete, my Dove.

                        Most recently we have health poor and bleak.

                        But times will change so soon for us, foresooth.

                        We will be well and bright again right ‘way.

                        I hope in days ahead no cough uncouth.

                        I hope your day we be both fine, we may.

                        A happy birthday I do wish for you.

                        A day delight’ and sweet with blessings full.

                        No cold to mar o’r day, nothing to rue.

                        I love thee true on this, the day you rule.

                                    This verse so poor is ’cause I sick ye see.

                                    Next time a better poem ye get from me.

 9/28/2011

#49 (“On this, the day for love, my heart doth sing. . .”)

 

                        On this, the day for love, my heart doth sing.

                        Ye are my Sweet’ alway’, my love so true!

                        I love thee much, my dear:  Look, see, my ring!

                        Most beauteous  is it, dearest mine—I coo!

                        Yea, romance I do see with us in twain.

                        In Oxford life so good will be for sure.

                        In dream I saw this truth of sun, no rain.

                        Miss’ippi sun will be the best of cure’.

                        Together we will meet life rich with joy.

                        No tears to mar our days for we are two

                        As one!  Always’ we be!  ‘Tis true—not coy!

                                    I bless my luck with you, my dear, my love!

                                    Forever we be one, my Sweet’, my Dove!

 2/14/2005

#47 (“My Sweet’, dear Paul, my spouse for life. . .)

 

                        My Sweet’, dear Paul, my spouse for life for sure;

                        A happy birthday wish for you—in truth!

                        Ye are a wise man sure; therefore don’t rue

                        The day because time marcheth on—foresooth!

                        O’r days do seem so fill’d with promise clear.

                        Big choice we make this month just past for us.

                        Now house ye get for day of birth—no mere

                        Abode, but fill’d with promise true.  We must

                        Be grateful for o’r bounty full it is!

                        Much promise good for two we find in Miss’.

                        I love thee much and long for more in years

                        As wife of yours who oft’ doth reach for kiss!

                                    “If this be error and upon me proved;

                                    I never write, nor no man ever loved!”

9/21/2004

#46 (“We wait for Christmas cheer!. . .)

                          We wait for Christmas cheer!  The day is but

                          Foretaste of joy divine—like grape delight!

                          The fruit of gods and us—we soon do sup!

                          The white of snow about; o’r world is bright!

                          To sup with grapes so sweet is nectar sure.

                          To look about at snow is further boon.

                          We live a life sublime, my Sweet’, no rue

                          The day at all—my Sweet’.  A hug comes soon.

                           A meal divine we have, in snug house warm.

                           The cold of snow delights from room so fine.

                           To end the day in peace and joy—no mourn!

                          ‘Tis gift of gods, I say, that yes are mine!

                                    We live together charm’d, my Sweet’, indeed.

                                    No fault we find with path upon we lead.

12/14/2003

#45 (“My Sweet’, you say my poems are ease to read. . . .”

 

                        My Sweet’, you say my poems are ease to read.

                        My Shakespeare not a pain to you, my dear

                        Oh, yea!  (I say. . .with much relief indeed!)

                        You like to read my poem, my poem so mere.

                        I wond’ if Shakespeare would as well like mine?

                        No matter, Sweet’, it is to you I write.

                         I think the truth you tell to me, so kind

                        The truth that write I soon with all my might!

                        In thanks I write you now, my Sweet’, my all.

                        The best of me you are for sure, indeed!

                        Just say the word, my Sweet’, I come when call’.

                        Your love the key to write, you see—the seed!

                                    I do so love that write is ease to me;

                                   You say you like, I write the more, you see?

12/13/2003

#44 (“How do ye wish me be. . .”)

 

                          How do ye wish me be to be the wife

                          For you?  More light, my Sweet’, more playful,

                          Dost this speak ye or me?  My life is rife

                          With chores and tasks galore; be this I rue?

                          Dost ye wish wife of play and cheer, my dear?

                         ‘Tis sure’ makes life more fun to grin and laugh.

                          Yet think I sure’ that cheer not be at rear.

                          ‘Tis I that long to carefree be; not daft,

                          Though, Sweet’, this I won’t be when cheer I be.

                          ‘Tis wise to be bit light with joy and fun.

                          ‘Tis I that wish a bit to change, ye see.

                           I long to laugh—all smiles in joy to run!

                                      Yea, easy, yea to think it you, not me.

                                      It may be good for twain, also, ye see!

11/30/2003

#43 (“I need to learn to list’ e’er more. . .”)

 

                         I need to learn to list’ e’er more to Paul.

                         I speak too soon when he doth speak to me.

                         Reflection is the need—just stop!—‘tis all.

                         When stop I do before I speak, I see!

                         What mean I by “to see”?  ‘Tis easy do,

                         If stop I do, for Paul, my love for life.

                         I know him well—when want to speak, no rue.

                         If fast I speak, my thoughts with naught are rife.

                         So, my dear God, do help me see the way;

                         To stop I see, to rush unheed’ I be.

                         My Sweet’ needs words of truth indeed. To say,

                        “I know,” first stop I must—sure’ this the key!

                                    My love, I try to think ‘fore speech for sure.

                                    If naught I know, silence indeed be cure!

11/29/2003

#42 (“Twas joy to hear ye speak your heart. . .”)

 

‘Twas joy to hear ye speak your heart this morn’!

 How much I miss when I speak much—not list’.

 ‘Tis sweet, my dear, for words o’r break’ adorn.

 ‘Tis best this way begin in speech—n’er miss!

  I love to hear you speak your mind, my dear—

  Most clearly when it soul reflect heartfelt.

  ‘Tis words that heart of mind rejoice to hear.

  ‘Tis words that heart of mind indeed wilt melt!

   Do help me, Love, to list’ the more always’.

   We two as one become e’er more and more.

  I wish to hear ye speak–not all me say.

 ‘Tis joy indeed to see your heart to core!

             If time can teach, it would say this to us:

             List’ more, all slow’, list’ more, with love—no rush!

11/28/2003

#41 (“I am most grateful, Sweet’, for you. . .”

I am most grateful, Sweet’, for you—the best

Of me, for twain make one (not two), just one.

‘Tis super feel the love from you.  The rest

Is in this love, I’m sure; here all be done.

I love to find your mind like mine (the ‘verse

Is true also).  Alike we think so oft’

My Sweet’, that n’er do find a word to curse.

Ye lead my thought in paths above, aloft.

If e’er ye need to talk with me for mind’

Of two to meet as one, just say the word,

My dear.  I list’ to you with heart full kind.

Ye art my love, my Sweet, indeed—lovebird!

            As one we are in mind and heart and soul;

            As mates we are and share, we do, one whole!

11/27/2003

#40 (“On day of Thanksgiv’n. . .”)

 

                               On day of Thanksgiv’n we do lounge and play:

                               A breakfast long with joy complete for two.

                               We are the two, my Sweet’—just us with ray

                               Of sun that warns o’r heart, leaves naught to rue.

                               What hope and thought have we for day sublime?

                               Soft words of love, a day to rest, a meal

                               So soon with friends so close.  This day the kiss

                               I oft’ do long to see ‘mid work unreal.

                              Yea, work too hard we do—time soon to halt

                              The race of rats and come inside to rest.

                              Your love is strong and true, for joy it’s wrought

                              For me.  I long more time with ye, not less.

                                        I count my blessings true today for sure—

                                       Ye are the key to joy for me—the lure!

11/25/2003

#39 (“My Paul, I do feel good. . .”)

                                    My Paul, I do feel good when think of you.

                                    My heart o’rflows with joy and thankfulness.

                                    ‘Tis season to give thanks, my Sweet’.  Your due

                                    Is joy unbounded sure—full joy, not less.

                                    This joy I wish the gods wilt ‘stow on you.

                                    Deserve the best, ye do.  The best from me

                                    I try to give as birds of love do coo.

                                    We two, lovebirds we are—yea, this ye see!

                                    I honor you as best of me—the twain

                                    Are one, ye know.  And hope for lifelong peace

                                    For us.  Peace, yes, but most of joy obtain.

                                    No strife, my dear, my Sweet’—just one long kiss!

                                                I thank my God for gift of you to me.

                                                My love and joy are full for you, ye see!

11/25/2003

#38 (“A play on words I make. . .”)

 

                                    A play on words I make, a song in mind

                                    Not clearly heard in sound.  I say, “Is mak’

                                    Up hard to do, my Sweet’?”  Not when we kind

                                    To each–forsooth!  For you I make a cake!

                                    Then all is well with us again for sure.

                                    You easy are to live—a cake ye ask,

                                    No more!  Then I no more feel out on moor

                                    Like Bronte’s figure read as part her cast.

                                    The song, my dear, ‘tis “Break’ up hard to do?”

                                    No issue for the two of us—long since

                                    We knew we stay as twain—we love, not rue.

                                    ‘Tis easy to be as one; we are not dense!

                                                If clear o’r minds stay full in love so true;

                                                To make up full us twain is easy do.

 

11/23/2003

#37 (“No rancor, I do pray. . .”)

                  

                          No rancor, I do pray, for Paul and me.                             

                          A time of joy and peace alway—mirage?

                          Ye say?  I do hope not; o’r love, the key!

                           No issue small or great but love can dodge.

                           My Sweet’, I do love far and wide and deep.

                           My love is built on truth and admira’           

                           Most full and keen and true.  My heart doth peek

                           From out its place to hide; then ire is done.

                           So from o’r hearts we love, and quickly pass’

                           Away the mists of pain and understand’

                            Lost.  Stay so close to me that I may stash

                            My heart in twain with yours—there love doth land.

                                    A love so deep with peace its goal I see;

                                    Yea, goal so good—‘tis Heav’n for you and me!

 

11/22/2003

#36 (“My Paul, a longer life let’s have alone”)

 

                        My Paul, a longer life let’s have alone;

                        Just two—the two of us in peace and love.

                        We may go far afield, I’m sure, to roam

                         In Florence dear, but find a place to serve

                        We must, to serve and find o’r joy in peace.

                         If life so long we are to have, a plan

                         To serve must be in place.  “And frolic cease?,”

                        Ye ask of me.  Oh, no, have both we can.

                         A plan to serve, a place to frolic in—

                        These two not contra’ be; the best of life

                        Is work and play—the twain in joy will send!

                        And, yes, for me the twain doth seem so right.

                                  A life alone, yet fill’d with joy and peace;

                                  The gods will smile and smile—in bless’ n’er cease!

 11/20/2003

#35 (“O’r love grows stronger. . .”)

 

                        O’r love grows stronger each the time we love!

                        “Impossible!,” ye say, “grow more, oh no!”

                        It seem’d from first we love’d complete, my Dove—

                        From first upon the step we glimps’d at door.

                        The joy was glimps’d at first, for sure, the joy

                        Complete, down years ahead—yea, all, just say.

                        “Impossible!,” ye say, down years for more.

                        Yea, paradox it be, more strong the ray

                        Of love, foreseen from start—o’r blessing full

                        This paradox indeed not less, yet more.

                        All lovers true do see of two a duel.

                        No kill, yet kill me, Love, seen first at door.

                                    Than yesterday ‘tis more, the morrow more,

                                    ‘Ere grow, sweet love! All lovers know this lore.

 11/18/2003

#34 (“I long to spend my time with Paul. . .”

 

                        I long to spend my time with Paul, my Sweet’.

                        I like to be in place the same alway..

                        ‘Tis been this since long ago we meet.

                        But is it best to be as One all day?

                        Perhaps we each do need some time alone.

                        This I do muse when he is gone a bit.

                        Perhaps ‘tis best to spend some time in roam.

                        Alone I muse (invite the muse); I sit.

                        Yea, time alone is best I feel if bit

                        Of time it is—not long apart we find.

                        In solitude I find myself all lithe

                        With joy I bring to him when next we dine.

                                    Moments the best are shar’d  in repas long

                                    As dine we do, together see the Dawn!

5/28/2001

#33 (“I love you, Paul. . .”)

 

                        I love you, Paul, for all the times we share.

                        You are my beacon sure in good and bad.

                        O’r times do feel most good—say “Best!” I dare?

                        My time was bless’d when meet we did.  As lad

                        I wish I had met you—the one for me!

                        Since late we met we must make up o’r time,

                        So two become as one—yea, this I see!

                        Accept my love in this a sonnet rhyme.

                        I long to be the perfect wife for you!

                        Do tell me when I err in deeds I do;

                        I wish no more my deeds to mourn and rue.

                        My resolution clear, “No fuss!”—foresoo’

                                    A happy woman have ye made me true.

                                    Be good to me: Your love is such a coup!

 5/21/2001

#32 (“My Sweet’, ’tis time again to say my love. . .”)

 

                        My Sweet’, ‘tis time again to say my love

                        For you: the happiest of Valentine’s

                        I wish for you—my all, my joy, my “dove.”

                        Lovebirds are doves, you see, and you are mine!

                        May peace and joy and love shine all the year

                        On you and me.  A pair of doves we make

                        In truth, my Sweet’, my all, my love, my Dear.

                        On St. Val’s Day we will enjoy a cake!

                        ‘Tis true that sweets you love, my Sweet’ you are.

                        ‘Tis good to know how pleas’d ye be with me.

                        I like to hear, “I love you true”—just bar

                        The door to other loves—then me you see!

                                    I love thee true in years of time, us two;

                                    I love thee true for sure, my Sweet’, n’er rue!

 

2/13/2001

#31 (“A day away is balm for soul. . .”)

 

 

                        A day away is balm for soul, I see.

                        My Paul and I did slip away and find

                        O’r fun in nearby Stillwater—the key!

                        ‘Twas day of leisure, peace, and coffee mine

                        In shops about the Croix.  Antiques so fine

                        My Paul doth love to view, though I naysay

                        And rest in peace, then meet we noon to dine.

                        In “Brine,” the café where by window, ray

                        Of sun doth shine upon o’r table small.

                        “Tis best to do the things we both enjoy

                        Then lie in wait to come when Paul makes call.

                        O’r joy doth make a meeting—strong the roar!

                                    I love o’r time as time we make for joy.

                                    O’r love is what doth quickly make the roar!

1/16/2001

 

 

 

 

# 30 (“What long I to do first in quiet time now?”)

 

 

                        What long I to do first in quiet time now?

                        An early rise dost grant much choice in time.

                        The fact of loss of slip need not make sour

                        The day nor rue the hour—the Peace is mine.

                        ‘Tis almost time for Paul to rise for day—

                        A time I do await with eagerness.

                        His love for me has long been joy and ray

                        Of sunshine in my life—ye know the rest.

                        Grateful I am for love of his, my Sweet.

                        Dost he know that my love for him is great?

                        I love with ev’ry part of heart—its beat

                        Dost tell me when he nears, and we have “date”!

                                    Date long is good with Paul, my joy and peace.

                                    May n’er this greatness love find wane nor cease.

 

#29 (“My Paul, Sweetheart. . .”

 

                        My Paul, Sweetheart, I thank you for my watch.

                        Great Christmas present it was, oh yes—joy!

                        I knew what ‘twas so soon as saw the box.

                        Weakness I have for watches—yea!  “Oh, boy!”—

                        I said to self when first I saw the case.

                        My thanks to you are great, my dear, sweet love.

                        You see, I love you true in heart, my base—

                        You are the meaning fine to me, my dove.

                        Yea, in my life I do see lots to share.

                        You make it all worthwhile in joy and peace.

                        You give me ballast to see life with care—

                        A bit of joy alway’ doth give the lease.

                                    I love for life when long for you, my dear.

                                    You walk ahead in life; I bring up rear.

1/3/2001

#28 (“For Christmas I do wish my Paul much joy. . .”

 

                        For Christmas I do wish my Paul much joy—

                        Complete with Santa, reindeer, peace, and love.

                        (He ask’d for Santa, reindeer like wee boy!

                        And surely I do provide same, by Jove!)

                        My Paul is sweet to core of being mine;

                        He gives me love and I return the same.

                        O’r blessings do come out, together dine.

                        Much do we share at meal—my guy, his dame.

                        This Christmas day I love thee much, complete.

                        Ye are the best of lot in world of mine.

                        God did shine mightily when we did meet.

                        It thrills me to send love in private rhyme.

                                    Bless us on, my dear God, my Hope and Love;

                                    My earthly love is best in world: my “dove.”

12/17/2000

 

#27 (“Today I’m thankful for my lover Paul. . .”

 

                        Today I’m thankful for my lover Paul.

                        O’r life in twain is full and rich—so rich

                        That much we have and hold in just a call.

                        We are so bless’d in life that all’s a cinch!

                        Brag I, boast I—do I this thing uncouth?

                        Nay, ‘tis o’r bounty, for we oft do say,

                        “We’re bless’d!”  O’r life in twain is best—foresooth!

                        And on this day I do see sun—the Ray!

                        This Thanksgiv’g day is time to stop and think:

                        God’s grace is much upon us here—St. Paul.

                        We long for peace and joy and love—not mink!

                        Things of this world will fade, so we don’t call.

                                    My joy, dear Paul, is life with you, my all;

                                    I thank you for great life we share, my Paul!

 11/26/2000

                        

#26 (“If write I wish for praise of Paul. . .”)

 

                        If write I wish for praise of Paul, my love—

                        I need not to read how to write the best.

                        ‘Tis true I sit upon the sofa cove,

                        While he dost work on end across or rest.

                        This spot is joy to me for sure, with cat

                        Nearby for comfort more—idyllic scene.

                        This spot is best in all the world I’ve sat;

                        For sure my sights are train’d, my eyes are keen.

                        I bless the God that made this scene complete.

                        The Sabbath it be now—this day the best.

                        I do not choose forget this scene in Lethe;

                        This scene is sacred, all forget the rest.

                              My love for Paul grows great just more and more;

                              My bliss complete when two do close the door!

11/26/2000

#25 (“My Sweet’ is tired. . .”)

 

                        My Sweet’ is tired to bone, so weary he.

                        He sleeps in bed with cat beside, while write

                        I:  Love I feel ev’n though him I not see.

                        ‘Tis good to write of Love—makes world aright.

                        Much strain have we in past and now—o’r life

                        Is busy, harried, tough, I say—though less

                        So each other we do keep—not rife

                        With pressure that we make o’rselves, we rest.

                        We rest in peace—asleep is he, while I

                        Do write my sonnets, love the best, and rest

                        The peace we find in home of o’rs–not lie.

                                    Sleep on, my Paul, refresh the spirit, soul.

                                    Love we do make for each so much, no dole.

 11/13/2000

#24 (“Today I feel so wondrous’ mellow. . .”)

 

                        Today I feel so wondrous’ mellow, sweet—

                        Ask I the “why,” the sight of Paul I see.

                        ‘Tis true that year’ ago felt love when meet

                        We did one spring, love quick we did–the key!

                        O’r lives the best become as twain makes One.

                        What more need I to ask of joy and bliss?

                        Surely path is best for deed is done.

                        When oft’ in arm’ he takes me fast for kiss,

                        My world doth swell with happiness I see.

                        Paul doth keep me in sweet repose alway’.

                        His love for me unlocked my heart—the key!

                        What more canst I think, Sweet’?  This much I say:

                                    ‘Tis best we two stay One in truth and peace.

                                    As One we blossom, flourish, renew o’r lease!

 

11/4/2000

#22 (“Why do uptight I get. . .”)

 

                        Why do uptight I get too of’t for peace

                        Of mind?  Why do I ask my Paul to hear

                        Obsession that would seem to strain our lease?

                        ‘Tis foolish act, I know it is, my Dear.

                        Forgive me for this fault of mine—a fault

                        Of misplac’d faith; I look to calm when God

                        I need.  His presence can’t be lost nor bought.

                        Be gentle with me, Sweet’, my love; the rod

                        I seek to beat myself is wrong—a false

                        Way.  I know ‘tis best Love to feel in soul

                        But sometime all I feel is grim, sad loss.

                        Ye are my rock, with heart so strong and bold.

                                    Support me, Sweet’, I love you dear and true;

                                    Forgive me for the things I wish to rue.

10/10/2000

 

#21 (“I place my Paul first. . .”)

 

                        I place my Paul first in my life alway’;

                        Yea, he the first is in o’r shared true life.

                        By doing so do I oft rue my day?

                        Is it far better to live life that’s rife

                        With others’ problems, strife—not be alone?

                        ‘Tis true that others need sometime, but not

                        A lot I see; my joy is not to roam

                        Far from my soulmate, Sweet’; here cast my lot.

                        At work I see the others of’t and grant

                        Them listen’g time throughout my long, hard day.

                        They stress and strain, and struggle so, and rant

                        A bit; my listening is sun’s keen ray.

                                    My greatest need at home I find with Paul;

                                    I run to him whene’er I hear his call.

10/8/2000

#20 (“I love o’r joyful time. . .”)

 

                        I love o’r joyful time for hugging fine.

                        O’r kiss and hug alway’ the best of week!

                        So gentle is my Paul’s sweet arm, I rhyme

                        The joy as quick I can in phrase’ not meek.

                        He gives me feeling rich, all fill’d with peace.

                        Of’t this dost mean I hug in sweet repose.

                        He is a sweetheart kind and good; the gist

                        Is this: I feel he grants me gift of rose!

                        The rose is emblem fine of center’d rich life—

                        For long have I a sense of ecstasy

                        When rose I see or think, like song of fife;

                        It seem’ all heights of joy and love to me.

                                    My sweetheart great is Paul, my husband sweet–

                                    To tell him so in rhyme seem’ to be meek.

 

#19 (“I choose to love the man. . .”)

 

                        I choose to love the man beside me now;

                        Beside me fourteen years—he’s been my peace.

                        He lifts my heart and mind to joy, not dour

                        My face when sweetly he renews our “lease.”

                        The print that fine was writ on license ours,

                        The day so long in past we pledg’d o’r love—

                        Did say so much (we tease in jest) that rouse

                        O’r obligation strong—ah, there’s the rub!

                        So much we do for pleasure’s sake!  This life

                        In twain we walk, but One we are on earth,

                        With Heav’n above to echo this the right

                        Of all who share true Love’s most honor’d berth.

                                    The world doth know my love for thee,

                                    I would keep secret not, o’r love to see.

 10/6/2000

#18 (“A day of peace with Paul. . .”)

 

                        A day of peace with Paul dost feed my soul;

                        A moment to remember—calm and quiet.

                        It is so frequent, not measur’d on dole;

                        Emotions tranquil, joy, not days in riot.

                        I long to tell him love that grows and grows

                        To depths anew with ev’ry passing day.

                        His love for me doth free my heart and sows

                        A seed of faith in Love—so bright, a ray

                        Of manmade sun it ‘tis for sure, with glare

                        That lifts my spirit high with flights of joy.

                        To tell how much I love is good; I dare

                        To say the depths are best—no wish for coy.

                                    If we do love as two are One in peace,

                                    Our life contract renew’d be oft the lease.

10/9/2000

 

#15 (Help Paul and me sustain o’r romance fond. . .”

 

                         Help Paul and me sustain o’r romance fond.

                        The daily path doth take its toil on words

                        So sweet and thoughts so kind, and life will don

                        A tedious sad way unless with buds

                        Of roses fresh we do our love renew.

                        Alway’ with peace we find together join’d;

                        In bliss of hearth and home we bless, n’er rue

                        The bond of love and truth in summer form’d.

                        My Sweet, I do adore your pleasant ways;

                        Ye are a blessing great in life of mine.

                        N’er let me fail in word’ to find in maze

                        Of life my praise of you in sonnet rhyme.

                                    You are a joy unrival’d sure in truth;

                                    Let me be sweet alway’ to you in sooth.

3/9/2000

#14 (“We soon will celebrate a sixteenth year. . .”)

 

                        We soon will celebrate a sixteenth year

                        Together—Paul and I, a couple sure.

                        The date is April, time of spring and dear

                        The memory of love, for lonely:  cure!

                        We heard sweet sounds on first o’r date in South;

                        The night was warm, the thrill had just begun.

                        We said but little but the charm of mouth

                        And word’ is little when a love hath sun.

                        Yea, bright the joy and light of love, us two;

                        Though night, it seem’d the day of love had come,

                        O’r joy fulfill’d in day to come, not rue

                        O’r sadness, singlehood, was all but done.

                                    “If this be error and upon me proved,

                                    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”*

 *Shakespeare, Sonnet #116.

3/23/2000

Two as One

Yea, Jesus knew all means to reach to Heav’n.

Love brother to learn right, he spoke in Course.*

When two as One, we find the best of leav’n,

In bread of life–the way return to Source.

With mate have I found leaven sharp and clear:   

Much love to find for two on wedding day.

Yea!  Quickly all is found for solace dear:

Much love bestow!  Then good dost marriage stay.

Of holy instant I know well the rest:

An instant dost sure’  make us One.  In calm

A holy instant doth oft’  be the best

Of time with mate.  My soul hast found a balm.

The Course doth plot for all a way so clear:

Yea, two as One.  Here lies a blessing dear!

11/26/2000;revised 2023 *A Course in Miracles 

 

 

#13 (“My Sweet’, I do so much want happiness. . .”)

 

                        My Sweet’, I do so much want happiness

                        For you!  I want to say, “I will make you

                        Serene and happy,” but to say make less

                        O’r love, for happiness is All if true.

                        We two do share a gift for smoothing way

                        Of each in path of life as One we go.

                        My word must be so soft and sweet, I say,

                        The word of cheer that n’er would make for row.

                        It is so easy, my belov’d, to care

                        For path you take in life by me in stride.

                        O’r love, though not unique, must sure’ be rare

                        For n’er is hint of loss or word that lied.

                             My Paul, do keep o’r love in heart of yours

                             That One we be—not two—to ease through doors.

 3/1/2000

#12 (“What joy this day has been. . .”)

 

 

                        What joy this day has been for Paul and me!

                        No one aspect to praise above the rest.

                        ‘Tis comfort of our love in twain, you see,

                        The day of pleasant rest and peace—the best!

                        ‘Tis best to share a calm and peaceful day,

                        Than fiery storms that push and pull too strong.

                        With peace comes love and joy oft’ time a ray

                        Of hope for earth’s best gift without a wrong.

                        My Paul means world to me—‘tis good and true.

                        His love I wish’d before we met, for sure.

                        He is the real “James Phillips,” I lov’d blue-

                        Sky day when four—and found for “sad” a cure.

                                    My true, blue love is Paul, my Sweet, my all.

                                    With him at side, I stand erect, n’er fall.

 2/27/2000

#11 (“My love for Paul is clear and pure. . .”)

 

                        My love for Paul is clear and pure—a balm

                        For hurt and catalyst for joy and thrill.

                        He whispers sweetly in my ear, a calm

                        “Ditto,” when say I, “I love you—for real!”

                        A day or two ago, he ‘woke me with

                        Reminder sweet that last I said at night,

                        “I love you!”—soft as sleep o’rtook him—sieve

                        To cancel out the day and make all right.

                        These moments oft do make my day go smooth’,

                        A memory of love, express’d in kind

                        With kiss and touch and embrace firm, not lose

                        The thrill all day-long, peace and joy I find.

                                    If love ye feel do share your love with kin,

                                    To tell a love is blest a deed, no sin.

 2/20/2000

#10 (“Such fun to live with Paul. . .”)

 

                        Such fun to live with Paul, for he always

                        Leads me to places far afield for joy.

                        So quick and nimble is his gait, a daze

                        I feel when by him walk—joy like a boy

                        He shows when I make bird sound, slow his gait.

                        “Yoo-hoo,” I say; “Cuckoo,” he hears, and slows

                        His pace a bit to let me step at rate

                        More suited to his wife, belov’d, like rose.

                        Yea, sentiment doth reign in house of ours.

                        Romantic I do feel, with pleasure great.

                        Red rose means love true, bliss and love that rouse’

                        My soul to feel a thrill for pure love’s sake.

                                                O’r love is felt in daily joy, all told,

                                                The bliss we feel, worth weight in jewels of gold.

 1/30/2000

#9 (“My heart did bid me listen quick to it. . .)”

 

                        My heart did bid me listen quick to it,

                        Soul’s center and the proof of love so true:

                        “I’ve always had to push so much, a bit

                        Too much, and therefore I feel tired and blue,”

                        So spoke my heart in certainty—for sure.

                        I need to listen well to plea soul-felt.

                        ‘Tis possible that mood dark here find cure;

                        ‘Tis mind that plott’d and plann’d path heart was dealt.

                        ‘Tis solemn warning here I find in truth.

                        My soul doth say also, that love more come’

                        When fret’ subsides and mind, now clear, doest

                        More love and joy give full to Paul—in sum.

                                    I cannot love if fear vies too in heart;

                                    I drop the fear, and Cupid comes with dart.

2/16/2000

#8 (“My Paul, unique, the one for me fore’er. . .”)

 

 

                        My Paul, unique, the one for me fore’er—

                        I love you dear, n’er doubt, n’er fret, just love,

                        For I cannot abide to think, “don’t care”—

                        From you this cause’ my fears, my doubts, to rove

                        Uncheck’d about a sad lit’le world of mine.

                        You know I feel too insecure sometime’;

                        I need your love, your kiss, your hug, your sign

                        That love me true, you do—I plead in rhyme.

                        We must retire to Italy, my dear,

                        Where sunny clime and peace descend all ‘round.

                        Let balm of love our souls togeth’ do sear

                        So One we are in truth and shout in sound.

                                    Know well:  My choice is you, my dear, my Sweet;

                                    N’er other match for you I sure n’er meet.

1/16/2000

#7 (“My Sweet’, my Paul, do help me find your heart.”

 

 

                        My Sweet’, my Paul, do help me find your heart.

                        How may I best from mine to thine convey

                        The love that wells up—n’er to be a part

                        Discard’ from lives that pair us firm, we say?

                        We “say,” and yea, we mean, for life alive

                        Did grow for me when in your sight I came.

                        Let me, then, deep within thee seek to dive

                        And find the center of thy love for dame.

                        Am I the one ye sought for long, as I

                        For you?  Did nights of pain alone find balm

                        In arms of mine?  I love thee fast, I sigh,

                        And with this voice comes hope and joy and calm.

                                    My shelter in the storm, my dear, sweet Paul–

                                    I give thee love and peace and rest—my all!

 1/18/2000

#6 (“Is melancholy part of me to stay. . .”)

 

 

 

                        Is melancholy part of me to stay,

                        Or may times happy scare him to parts far?

                        I do not wish this snowy, tranquil day

                        To be turned raw ‘til night bring sky of star.

                        I must my work do all the day with speed

                        But pleasure possible doth seem to me.

                        What remedy plain may bring fast the deed

                        To turn myself toward brighter day to see?

                        I know:  Of Paul I’ll think and there will be

                        The pleasure of a moment’s rest to find.

                        ‘Tis not my will of work so full of me

                        That love’s sweet joy cannot lift mood in rhyme.

                                    ‘Tis best to balance joy with work, you’ll see

                                    A drudge so sad I would not make of me.

1/5/2000

#5 (“I love thee so, dear Paul. . .”)

 

                        I love thee so, dear Paul, my lover sweet.

                        N’er go from eyesight mine, but love onward

                        In this, the era new, with love so deep,

                        And true, that poetry of’t I, the Bard

                        In our own little world might sing your praise

                        With heartfelt truth and joy that n’er doth end.

                        On Sunday morn I do love so that daze

                        O’ercomes, and body, soul of’t do seem rend’.

                        My Sweet, my love, fore’er my mate this life,

                        Accept my praise with joy that n’er doth end.

                        Our lives as one doth seem v’ry warm, rife

                        With fondness full—n’er far from thee, me send.

                                    With love so great may we spend eons One

                                    My sonnets tell our tale n’er to be done.

 

1/1/2000

#4 (“The day was long in flight. . .”)

 

 

                        The day was long in flight, but flight my thought

                        Did take as Paul beside me sat and slept.

                        Our karma One for two—a pair—is caught

                        In joy for love has made us one in depth.

                        I do this man so deeply love, respect,

                        His heart an open book to me it seems.

                        We wish for love that builds and builds, no wreck

                        Upon the sands of time, no false eyebeams.

                        With fondest hope I do impart my prayer

                        For future years as one, our love unharmed

                        By fate’s cruel tricks, but on and on we dare

                        To go together through life unalarmed.

                                    The flight in air is o’er, but flight as One

                                    Dost still continue fast ‘til life is done.

12/19/1999 

                                                         

#3 (“My Paul is so considerate. . .”)

 

                        My Paul is so considerate and kind,

                        A good man true, all through and through, t’is he.

                        How lucky am I, wife to him—he’s mine!

                        A good wife, with example his, I’ll be.

                        How can I say in words to you my heart’s

                        Desire and bent?  Intention mine to be

                        The best “Your Wife”—true blue–could dart

                        With Cupid’s arrow to my heart—that’s me!

                        My love has grown in close rapport to thee;

                        A sense of cherish I do see in my

                        Heart’s fond desire to tell in poetry,

                        How great my joy when in your arms I die!

                                    My love is greater than the blue ocean;

                                    Ye are my ship come in, I to thee run.

 –12/16/1999

#2 (“My lover kind and gentle. . .”)

 

                        My lover kind and gentle ere with me;

                        He trips the light fantastic—strong, all way.

                        My Sweetie is a gem uncut, I see.

                        The largest diamond in rough shows ray

                        Magnificent in glow and flash of light;

                        A gem roughhewn is greater far not split,

                        With manly cadence, voice all strong, his might

                        Shines forth with force and freedom, joy, all grit.

                        I try n’er change this man of mine, my prize;

                        For change might chaos loose upon our house.

                        “I can stand all with you beside!” he cries;

                        I n’er would lose this paragon, nor oust.

                              We are two people steadfast, true and fast

                              To bind our hearts so love ‘twixt two doth last.

12/13/1999                                                                                                                

 

#1 (“You came my way. . .”)

 

                       You came my way and here with me you stayed;

                       Scarce time apart—almost unknown to us.

                       My time since fated mating happy made,

                       To tell of love for you, my Sweet, I must.

                       Your mind so rational, and clear, with feet

                       On solid ground you stand; myself a bit

                       With head in clouds, but somehow we do meet.

                       Our hands toward each, we pull us two to sit.

                       For years we have been cast in winter’s cold,

                       But other warmth have we—in each our love.

                       We warm each other oft we must, our role

                       In life to be a birdie, songbird, dove.

                                   Your Carolina chicadee, you say;

                                   My eagle, soaring home to me ev’ry day.

                                                                                        –12/12/1999