SomnAmberList

Whenever Amber starts to dreaming,
I stare at her with eyes a-gleaming,
Wondering what her mind is scheming,
In the misty dreamland ever steaming.

There are the dreams in which she's beaming,
She finds them when I'm by her dreaming,
And though they are more than they're seeming,
The will not stop, always streaming.

I hate the times when Amber's dreaming
Results in her pretty voice screaming,
In nightmares in which ghouls are teeming,
Though when she awakes, she finds redeeming.

I love to watch my Amber dreaming,
Though I like to dream along her, teaming,
Meeting at the gate, we're scheming
To dream the dreams of dreamers dreaming.

Amber The Brave

No matter what trials may come to face her,
No burden to heavy, no deadlines outpace her.
No spider too big, too gross to crush with a shoe
(Unless I'm home, 'cause that's what I do).

Amber, the heroine, a champion true,
Able to kill those little bugs, and some of the big ones too,
Able to balance multiple things on her plate,
Yet able to still look good for a date.

She is capable of doing anything I ask of her,
From the simple to the more complex task of her.
She is organized, and when problems arise, she's always ready to strike
Feeding hungry cats and her hungry husband alike.

I'm convinced that there's nothing that Amber simply cannot do,
She could take a dreary, dark gray day, and suddenly make it blue.
But even though she could reach out and possess all the nighttime stars,
She still asks me to open pickle jars.

Mon Petit Chou

I have a little cabbage,
And it has a little heart
That it uses to love me
With every single part.

My little cabbage is so pretty,
So intelligent, so smart,
And even can paint and draw and such,
'Cause my cabbage is good at art.

My little cabbage is wonderful,
Oh, where could I ever start?
If I tried to track her wonder
I'd soon run out of chart.

I have a little cabbage,
She rides in my cabbage cart,
And we goes ever on,
To the end of time we dart.

Songbird

If I were the type of person who had a songbird,
I wouldn't keep it in a gilded cage.
I'd let it fly about freely,
Day to day, age to age.

They say that if you love something: let it go.
It'll come back if you're not bereft,
And I applied that theory to my little songbird,
But it hasn't ever left.

On some days, my little songbird will sing a song to me.
Usually the songs are sweet and melodic.
And some of these songs, they're part of a series,
So I listen nightly as they wax episodic.

If my little song bird ever had to leave,
It would be as if my heart were struck through by knives.
I recommend that everybody get a songbird
(Though, not mine) and include it in their lives.

The Team

There's a team that plays a sport,
And I hear they always win.
Though you might think that with only two players, they're short,
That's how their team begins.

The teammates are called Jacob and Amber,
Who tend to be champions in their game,
And the sport is nothing tawdry like football or a 75-foot clamber,
It's closer to life, as it's one in the same.

And in the end, when the lights go down,
And all the fans have returned to their homes,
You will find our heroes never frown,
Having won the match at this or that life-dome.

And when they win, for win they do,
The celebrate together, as teams should,
Working together until the game is through,
They make a team one could call "good."

The Paint Pixie

I've got a secret. Please don't call me mad,
But I've seen a fairfolk, and not all of them are bad.
For the one I saw was as nice as you could be,
I can't remember what she preferred: fairy, or pixie.

Nevertheless, she wasn't too tall,
Or too big, too short, too thin or too small,
And she held a great big paintbrush in her hand,
Painting the skies blue, and the green land.

If it wasn't for her, they say, the leaves wouldn't turn red,
And all the hibernating creatures wouldn't know when to go to bed,
And the snow would lose its way while coming down south,
And instead of following colors, would get directions word of mouth.

But the pixie (I hope that is the term that she prefers),
Has other duties that she likes to claim as hers.
She's an artist, so she likes to make life
Beautiful. And beautiful she is too, so I made her my wife.

The Other Amber

In the other world, my wife is mean,
And doesn't let me do my things,
But in this world, my wife is nice,
Even if I make her eat plain, old rice.

In the other world, she never thinks of me,
Being as selfish as selfish can be.
But in this world, I come first,
Be it best or be it worst.

In the other world, tears never end,
And life is a battle we must defend,
But in this world, things are better, it seems,
As we're both playing on the same team.

Freeze

When I'm with you, I wish I could make time stop,
And take a picture of our world, and begin to crop
Out anything that isn't amazing, wonderful, or s'well.
Like noisy neighbors, bad drivers, and savage children that yell.

Our life would be photogenic, giving others a feeling of dread
That their lives were simply not as good as ours (though it may start to get to one's head).
Envy may be used to describe how they would start to feel,
Realizing that our happy lives are genuine and real.

We can't help sometimes that the rest of the world is worse off than us,
But that doesn't keep us from having one another, which is a definite plus.
Together we're one, and we'll never be alone,
And all the problems stop when we're together at home.

I'd Rather Have...

I'd rather have a nice quiet evening with you,
Than my weight in diamonds and gold,
And would rather spend an hour with you,
Than get a bag of cash, hard and cold.

I'd rather sit next to you,
Than rule from a gilded throne,
And would rather hold your hand,
Than all the items to own.

I'd rather be just your husband
Than the emperor of the world,
And would rather come home to your hugs and kisses,
Than to troubadours and red carpets unfurled.

I'd rather have you
Than anybody else,
For when we're together,
My heart, like ice, it melts.

Sleeping Beauty

Ages ago in a land far away,
A girl fell into a slumber and still sleeps this day,
And some prince charming tried to wake her with a kiss,
But since she's still sleeping, I guess his lips missed.

I have this beauty who sleeps every night,
And to see her slumber, I know everything's all right.
And she's more beautiful than any Briar Rose,
Or Talia, or Aurora, or Rosebud, or however the story goes.

Every morning she awakes with or without true love's lips
Though ever time she DOES, my heart skips.
I'm convinced of two things: I have a sleeping beauty do,
And I don't need a spinning wheel to make her dreams come true.

The Botanist

The botanist
Has thought of this:
How to care for a flower.

The botanist
Believes a kiss
Will give it a bit of power.

Now the botanist
Feels in an abyss
Any time not sweet, but sour.

And this botanist
Will always miss
During every absent hour.

But this botanist
Thinks that true bliss
Likes to come down as a shower.

To Get Her

During all our daily events,
Both the heaven- and the hell-sents,
We team up and face the odds,
Whether verdant pastures or those of sods.

We travel always hand in hand,
And we really don't have much to demand,
Just an occasional rest from a storm,
And for the nice times to be called the norm.

We want the clock watcher to stop watching the clock,
So we can have more time with each other (that would certainly rock).
Though ever time there arises a trial,
Good old clockwatcher can speed up the dial.

Through thick and through thin,
Whether we're out or we're in,
During the worse or the better,
We'll always be togetter.

School Days

When you work so hard those days,
A dull Amber is made from all work, no plays.
I wish it were known how hard you toil,
So the busy work your teachers would recoil.

I do so love spending your freetime together,
Lounging around, discussing the weather,
Or otherwise occupying time, or having adventures,
Which I hope to continue until we're both wearing dentures.

But on these days, I usually wear a frown,
Due to having to stay at work an hour later, due to traffic back and forth to H-town,
Dropping you off and picking you up and dropping you off again at home,
We're both given 60 more minutes of being left alone.

But, it's not like I don't see you for all that time,
'Cause the 45 minutes we're together in the car tends to be fine.
Though I must be honest when I say,
That I can't wait to come home to be with you today.

Jacob, he works so hard, and Amber does too.
But I know you'll always make time for me, and I'll always make time for you.

Three Queens

There are three queens that live with me,
Two are felines, and the third is honey.
Amber, the human, is the queen of hearts,
The other two are queens of spayeds, missing certain parts.

Living with a joker, though she calls me her king,
Amber fills me up with songs and makes me want to sing.
Silly song or a serious song, my ballads still come forth,
And show my precious Amber Queen exactly what she's worth.

I love my queen with all my heart, even every the crumb,
Because she makes me feel greater than my parts's sum.
And I hope that she loves me just as much as that,
For I'd rather spend my time with her than any torti cat.

Valentine's Day 365

Amber, Amber, queen of hearts,
How do I love you? Let me starts,
I love the way your eyes of blue
Glisten and glow each time I see you.
I love your hair, fine and gleamy;
I love your voice, fair and dreamy.

I love your heart, the biggest there is.
I love the way you hug, I love the way you kiss.
I love your body, perfectly molded,
And the way you crease paper, perfectly folded.
There's nobody else out there right for me so
And if someone claims to be, they're probably faux.

So, I thought I'd do something nice, last minute though it may be,
And take a little advice, given from you to me,
That gifts don't need a price, in fact, the best ones are free.
And I hope it'll suffice that I gave you poetry.

This isn't just some poem written at the last hour,
But instead is a poetry blog, which I hope will start to flower
With all the poems I'll write you, a new one each diem,
And you'll get to read them as soon as you will see 'em.

I love you Amber, with 100% of all my heart,
And wish you a happy Valentine's year to the end and from the start.