In my twilight years An abundance of leisure That; I have for sure! But the days are featureless The hours dull and colorless

Love comes not from a vacuum It appears not from thinnest air Love does not suddenly bloom It requires nourishment and care… Love begins with admiration

I once knew a young lady everyone… And no one approaches her with gen… Her tongue a wicked knife Her voice a high-pitched fife She’s got malignity and viciousnes…

Once upon a time there was an old… All by himself in a secluded mount… A rottweiler lived with him Only ate cookies and cream Sadly, he wouldn’t bark; intruders…

Cogito Ergo Sum In the quiet depths Single thought defines my name— I think, so I am Soft whisper builds my essence

Butterfly lies low As rain-soaked clouds spill over; In perfect cover While storms rage, protecting wing… Waiting till the robin sings

Wine one too many Last evening’s raucous party Hangover likely Need a cold shower Then the neighbor’s lawnmower

A thousand poems he’s written Just to pledge his love undying Sadly, she’s still distant and unc… And his verses are unread and forg… First time he saw her, he’s been b…

upon the porch she sits in rain the swing once theirs, now hers al… its memories of love now flown her heart engulfed by aching pain a swing of reed, a lover’s throne

Fears are reminders Of unwanted memories From whence we were young They continue to haunt us When awake and in our dreams

The winter sky’s more dramatic It’s summer cousin, ne’er can be Its colors a visual magic A blend of hues, simply lovely The sun sets at sharper angles

Yes, he’s smart, way smarter than… Not me of course; though that’s de… But now he’s departed to the other… A deep sadness I feel; it’s unavo… Rivals we weren’t, but we could ha…

Beneath the sky, the dawn’s embrac… The autumn leaves begin to glow A blush of gold on nature’s face While morning paints the earth bel… The misty veil lifts from the hill…

just for laughs. or is it? i asked robbie to write me a love poem that I can post tonight when I get home

Much longer it’s taken Is the end even in sight? Or must we wait till when All our hair turns white! Wish we can travel again