Sonnettics

It’s true; I’m such a sucker for a blonde!
I bought a cup of coffee, then I saw
Her pretty face; my will was far beyond
the simpleness of anything like “awe”
Go talk to her; come up with some excuse
to introduce yourself; be suave, be bold
Don’t fight your will; you’ll lose.  There is no use
Go quickly now; your coffee’s getting cold!
I went.  She let me touch her slender hand
So warm, her smile was too;  she let me talk
I wished there was a chair; I had to stand
But standing there was fine; there was no clock!
A pretty blonde, some coffee, and no time
Now all I need to do is make it rhyme!

I focus on the things I can control
It helps to keep me sane when life is hard
I look for beauty; beauty is my goal
There is no greater thing I can regard
By “great,” I mean the peak of every climb
I climb to reach the beauty of the sky
regardless of the effort or the time
Success is only mine if I will try
Like building a cathedral, I am taught
symbolic language is a higher art
My life is more than anything I thought
I know the things I feel within my heart
And when I look for beauty with a friend
I find the beauty which will never end.

You shared your heart; I felt it soft in mine
Your precious words became a part of me
To hold you in my arms would be divine
I’d look into your eyes, where I would see
The beauty that I came to know was you
I hope you don’t object to how I feel
I hope when you were sharing, that you knew
the guy was miles away, but he was real
The guy was me; I felt you in my heart
I’ve never felt so much in such a way
Too late for caution now; I felt it start
like sunshine at the start of every day
Such warmth and light from so far up above
Must be the sun, or may I call it love?

You look as soft as comfort’s memory
My memory of comfort takes me in
I hope this is a place you want to be
This place where comfort’s memories begin
I want to take you back to where I feel
The warmth of just a look, a lover’s glance
We’ll only share our comfort when it’s real
With you I’d never fake the circumstance
I’ve felt our minds connect; I’ve felt you fear
that such connection marred your simple grace
But blemishes like that will not appear
upon your soul; there is no cleaner place
I only feel the comfort that you share
And memories of mine cannot compare.

Unsure of what is real and what is not
I never knew such doubts could veil my mind
My hate is for the injury I got
There’s stuff inside my brain I still can’t find
And yet, I’m still alive; some things feel new
Like kissing her; I never will forget
There was no doubt; I knew just what to do
I felt her lips on mine, both warm and wet
I never want to kiss another girl
And yet, I want to kiss my girl some more
Within her arms, my head begins to whirl
My thoughts are of the woman I adore
Her kisses tear the veils and help reveal
My memories of her; they all are real.

I love you more than poetry conveys
My love for you is so much more than words
I’ll show my love for you in many ways
Like galaxies of stars or flocks of birds!
(Hyperbole has nothing next to you)
If love was words, I’d write all day and night
And then I’d hold your books and read them too!
I’d marvel at the grace of black and white
But life is full of grays and rainbowed skies
And so I’ll take the time to feel the ways
My love for you is more than “love” implies
Like rainbows come and go, but sunlight stays
I know I want to give you all my heart
“I Love You” is a simple way to start.

2/14/2012

I never thought I’d find you, but I did
It wasn’t “in a kingdom by the sea.”
And yet I saw your beauty wasn’t hid
I can’t believe you stopped to look at me!
What’s “more than love?”  I wonder, is it real?
Do poets even know the human heart?
Who cares!  I only hope that you will feel
The meaning of these words that I  impart.
Dear Annabelle, you’re such a living doll
I want to be your friend, and maybe more
I’ll give you anything you want, at all
It’s not a bribe; it’s just that I adore
The thought of hearts together, yours and mine
I’d love it; will you be my Valentine?

I love your love; I hope I’ve made it clear
By giving you my love in simple verse
If every word released a joyous tear
I’d fill a lake in which love could immerse
My joy is more than teardrops on my cheeks
My love is more than love, if that can be
Each tear is simply something that bespeaks
The love of “us” is made from “you” and “me”
If making love is more than tears of joy
Then what I love is more than I can say
Although I say a lot, I’ll redeploy
My words before they go too far astray
I love your love like poetry loves rhyme
And more than poetry, your love’s sublime.

2/14/2012

I ran today as fast as I have run
At ARC, at Durkee, and at Tromptown too
I thought I heard another starting gun
And so I did what I was built to do!
But running’s just a third of what I race
On Monday I will swim and I will ride
On Tuesday I will brick; I love the pace
Triathlon is the will I feel inside
I’m heading down to Lubbock, late in June
To race again, just like I did last year
I’ll keep my legs in shape, my bike in tune
In Lubbock I will find a higher gear!
And when I run, the asphalt will be mine
I’ll be the first to cross the finish line!

I love your words; come whisper in my ear
I’ve never heard a poem more sublime
Than words you tell me; words I love to hear
Like sounds of meaning, filling borrowed time
I heard a little song, sung in your voice
The melody was rich with notes of love
I harmonized as best I could, by choice
But still I couldn’t match the words thereof
Of course I took it as a sign to write
Another little song that I could sing
Although I know I’ll never bring to light
The brilliance of your words, and all they bring
When you, yourself, come whisper them to me
But, I can whisper back in harmony

2/14/2012