The Gate

Here I sit nearby the gate
Count off the minutes while I wait
Every night for our nocturnal date.
What I do is anticipate.

I knew from the start it was my fate
For you to be mine, partner, soul mate,
And put me in an ever joyous state
Worth more than the gold that would make your weight.

And in the hours I am sedate,
I anticipate the somnological estate
And what fine dreams we shall create
At any pace, at any rate.

On eternal ice ponds we could skate,
Or unearth treasures stored in a crate,
Or conquer nations, Amber and Jacob the great,
And when we're done, wipe it off: clean slate.

Here I sit nearby the gate.
What I do is anticipate.

Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip

Flip, flip, flip, flip
These would be the sounds of my heart
If my heart were animated
(Not in the sense of living, but the cartoony part).

And who would be my illustrator?
My animator, if you will.
I guess I'd have to pick somebody
Who had a bit of skill.

If my heart's animator decided
Not to give it her all,
Why, I bet my heart would be weak,
wrinkled, and would appall.

So, I had better pick somebody
Who I know will do it right,
So, I'll pick my favorite art fairy,
My little Amber sprite.

The Best Things in Life

My wallet is overfilled,
But not with bucks of green,
But with hugs and kisses and sweet words,
Which are worth more than they seem.

When I am given such gifts
From the one who holds me heart,
I feel I could buy large congolomerates,
Or rare pieces of art.

I need not folding money
When I have your special gifts,
'Cause with you, I have everything
All at once, never in shifts.

I find at times that we need to eat
To nourish the body,
But other than that, we don't need cash,
'Cause each got ourself a hottie.

But I'll take those kisses and hugs
Over anything printed on a bill or stamped on metal slugs.

The Amber and Jacob Club

Welcome to the Amber and Jacob Club,
Population two.
Of course, in this club,
There's really no room for you

Unless your name is Amber
Or else Jacob is your name,
You'll find that it hard to join
If what you call yourself's not the same.

But I have some bad news to share,
The roles of Jacob and Amber are filled.
And don't bother leaving your name and number,
As those roles will be retired if either of them is killed.

But the Amber and Jacob Club
Has got to be the best club in town,
Because it's the only club you'll find
The coolest cats around.

Fear Not Darkness

In the darkest depths
Of the coldest place
There shines a light
Of hope and grace.

It shines all day,
And through the night,
Even when nobody's there,
There's light.

It keeps evil doers
Some distance away
And encourages nice doers
To come and stay.

What powers this light?
The love of my One.
And how brightly in burns,
Outlasting the sun.

No Use for a Gilded Cage

Little bird, you may have noticed
That you are free to fly
As high as your little wings take you,
With no limit, but the sky.

Higher than any place you could fly
If you were trapped in a cage.
Higher than the vaulted ceilings of buildings,
Higher than the mountaintop sage.

The things you will see,
The things you'll achieve,
Phenomenal things, you'll see,
You wouldn't normally believe.

No use for a gilded cage,
I know I'll never be alone,
As my little bird will always
Return to her loving home.

Take Me Up

Take me up to those astral bodies,
And have a cup of tea with me.
It will be cold up in the sky,
So make sure to bring sugar and cream.

There's no gravity way up there,
No drag or pull to get you down,
And because of that fact, you might like to know,
There's never a reason to frown.

We could watch the sunrise there,
Or watch the rise of a million other stars,
Rising before their respective worlds,
Blazing with their fires.

Or we could simply watch each other,
In our private place, we'd be.
So take me up to those astral bodies,
And have a cup of tea with me.

Masked Marvel

She doesn't need to wear a mask
To always save my day,
And you'll be hard pressed to find a cape
Around her shoulders, the wind to sway.

She's still a super heroine,
Able to perform great feats,
And make the world a better place
Making safer streets.

She doesn't have a moniker,
Or even a battle cry,
Or a weakness or a nemesis,
Or a laser-shooting eye,

But she has something better
Than the speed of a shooting dart.
She has the greatest thing I could give her,
And that's my loving heart.

Paint a Pretty Picture

When the world's not going the way you like,
Paint a pretty picture on it.
When you're down, though, and can't paint,
Read for yourself a pretty sonnet.

When the weight's too much to carry,
Share the load with me.
When my schedule's just too busy,
Let me know, I'll make it free.

When the work is toilsome, and you want to give up,
Think about the goal.
But don't forget to take a break now and then,
And rest your soul.

When it seems that everything's going wrong,
Think about what's gone right.
And when you think you've had a bad day,
I'll help make it a better night.

What I've Got

My life isn't miserable,
Though I may not have a lot.
But what I've got is great,
'Cause it's the greatest thing to got.

I don't need a sports car,
Driving over 100 down the street,
'Cause the wheels I've got,
Get me from A to B nice and neat.

I don't need a million dollars,
To get me through the storm,
'Cause I got the money I need,
And that's just the norm.

And I don't need any plain old wife,
Who cooks and cleans and all that rot,
'Cause the wife I've got is better than that,
And that's all I need when that's all I got.

A Crazy World

Could you imagine a world
Where house cats were the size of tigers?
Or if radiation wasn't detected
With counters called Geigers?

Or if the sky was red,
Or the sun was black?
Could you imagine
If a queue was a stack?

Or imagine if you will,
The crazy sort of world
Devoid of soft-serve ice cream
With the top all swirled.

But don't ever imagine
such a place:
Where I didn't love my wife.
Because such a world could never be the case.

Inch Worm

If I had to measure a lot of things,
I'd probably want some inch worms,
Because a lot of things can be expressed in inches
And a ruler's more fun when it squirms.

If I were to measure the distance
From the Earth to the sun,
I'd need 5,889,679,950,528 inch worms,
(Give or take 235 and one)

If I were to measure the marigolds,
My arithmetic going quite far,
I'd probably need significantly less
Than measuring from here to our star.

But if I were to measure the quantity of love
That I feel for my wife,
I'd need inch worms and nutbrown hares and other units of measurement,
And would be gathering them for the rest of my life.

Cobwebs and Dust

Cobwebs and dust don't have a place
Anywhere within our living space.
They shouldn't gather or come to rest
On any shelf, case, beaureau or chest.

And most importantly, they shouldn't form
On the more ephemeral parts of our dorm;
You know the place, you know the part:
A little region known as the heart.

Dust shan't find a place to settle here,
And the spiders shall all be forced to shed a tear,
As their cobwebs will find utter peril
If they try to make the shelves of the heart other than sterile.

There's only one thing in this area clean,
And it's called love, and it looks pristine.
It never goes bad, 'cause it never expires
And it'll never immolate, 'cause it's protected from fires.

Honey Bee

If ever a regal, majestic queen there be,
It's the one that's spelled B-E-E.
Her workers all toil for her approval
(Though some princess bees toil for her removal).

But the queen keeps the hive together,
And oversees all the pollen-gather.
And in the end, though it be runny,
Is the fruit of their labor: sweet, sweet honey.

In my hive, which is like a home,
There are four bees all under one dome.
Two are workers, who really don't do the toils,
And one is a drone that works for the spoils.

And there's the great and glorious queen,
One unlike any you may have otherwise seen.
She's a honey bee, if ever a honey could bee,
And her stinger of love is stuck in the heart of me.

My Life

If my life were like a book,
You would be my marker.
If I was a lamp, you'd be my bulb,
And it would never be darker.

If my life was a hamburger,
You would be my fries,
And if it was a video game,
You would be my "guys."

If my life was a puzzle,
You'd be the picture on the box,
And if my life was a fire,
Then you would be my fox.

If my life was a marriage,
Then you would be the bride,
And I couldn't imagine any other
Being there kicking by my side.

The First Bank of My Heart

If you're an investor looking for a return,
And don't want your investment to go belly up,
Well, then look no further than this bank whose practices are stern,
And who never loses the money flowing into its cup.

It's the first bank of my heart,
And Amber holds the key
To unlock that big old vault
To keep safe my money.

Never does she need a bailout plan,
Or a golden parachute to save her neck,
Because the investment is the love of her man,
And the returns are emotional, unable to be valued on a check.

So if you're scared of losing your money,
Or not being FDIC insured,
Just give all your savings to my honey,
And your woes will all be cured.

Amber Duckie

Amber Duckie is certainly the one
When it comes to making bathtime loads of fun.
At first, she may seem meek,
But give her a squeeze and then she'll squeak.

Amber Duckie likes to float around in the tub,
And help me go rub-a-dub-dub.
Then you'll find that you don't need a boat,
'Cause Amber Duckie knows how to float.

Amber Duckie helps you get clean,
Though when you're dirty, she's not too mean,
A bath isn't a terrible scare,
With Amber Duckie here to wash your hair.

Always there to make baths neat,
With three simple steps: lather, rinse, repeat.
She's making bathtime lots of fun,
'Cause Amber Duckie, you're the one.

The Things I Do (For You)

Would I slither over a mile
Just to see my sweet wife smile?
Or perhaps I'd fly to the moon
Just to make my baby swoon.

I'd cook the most uncookable meal,
Or ride on a chariot with a squarish wheel,
Just so you would know how I feel:
You and me, baby, we're the real deal.

Would I solve a problem most challenging
And find rare items on a hunt most scavenging
Just so you would have a clue
That I'm not me without my you.

I'd read the most unreadable book,
And give the hardest puzzles a second look
And teach Shakespearean grammer to a parliament of rook
To show my love to my heart's theiving crook.

My Life As a Song

If my life were a song,
You would be my melody,
And in getting to the chorus,
I'd probably want to bellow free.

You give point to my counter point,
And always bring me harmony,
And when it comes to lovely ladies,
There's no one more charm-ony.

And the lyrics would be the words
As written there upon my heart,
Containing every note of love
(Oh where do I begin to start?)

Whenever my muse comes around
The sheets of music come unfurled
And like my heart they flutter there,
'Cause you always rock my world.

Cookie

My little cookie has chocolate kisses,
And maybe is a little nutty, but that's all right,
Because when I'm in the mood for a midnight snack,
My little cookie treats me right.

My little cookie is made with love,
And baked at a high degree,
And some time after being in the oven,
I've got myself a hot cookie.

My little cookie always fulfills me,
And I never need another snack,
No brownies, or crackers, or chips, or veggies,
'Cause my cookie's always got my back.

My little cookie is a culinary masterpiece,
Putting all the other pastries to shame.
My little cookie is the best in the world,
And Amber is my little cookie's name.

A Ring

A ring is a circle, never ending.
Always round the corner bending.
Intertwining lives as a way of blending,
And sometimes needing a little mending.

This ring shows a garden that needs some tending,
And a little quality time I need to be spending.
I don't want to see this ring meet rending,
And I will fight the good fight, always fending.

A ring is not a machine with the purpose of vending,
There is not giving, taking, or lending.
There is, however receiving, as well as sending.
And you may find some promises pending.

The ring has no superiors ascending,
Nor any parties with which it's contending.
You must be careful and lack pretending,
Or else you may find you're the ring's offending.

I wish not to miss out on the ring,
As it gives my heart a reason to sing.

Dressed for Distress

If I were a young Greek hero, I'll tell you what I'd do:
I'd fight off a Kraken and face Poseidon's wrath just to be with you.
If I were a valiant or charming prince, I'll tell you how it'd be:
I'd slay dragons, scale towers, and battle evil witches just to set you free.

If I were a cowboy by the name of Jones, Ill tell you where I'd go:
Down to the sawmills, braving bandsaws and gunslingers just so you would know.
If I were king of the jungle, I'll tell you how I'd arrive:
I'd swing in to conquer apes, and snakes, and dinosaurs, just to keep you alive.

If I were the last of my extraterrestrial race, getting powers from the sun,
I'd battle man, beast, machine, and bald industrialists, just to you'd know you're the one.
If I were a mighty sailor man with a taste for green, leafy plants,
I'd fight to any brute to the finish to save you from his rants.

If I were a plumber, living in the sewers for fun,
I'd jump over mushrooms, and turtles, and dragons all for my hon.
If I were a green-clad elf, living in a fantasy world,
I'd find the best sword and fight a giant pig just to be with my girl.

Personally, I'm glad that my life isn't just a bunch of games,
And that I have you instead of any distressful dames.

Recipe For Love

Take a pinch of humor
And a cup of kindness
Mix in your heart with
Just a bit of blindness.

Be liberal with understanding
And conservative with self
(Or you could just leave that big old box
Back up on the shelf).

Add a dash of compassion,
And three tablespoons of care.
Don't forget the attention,
So you'll know if she did something with her hair.


Don't skimp on the patience;
Add Yes Dear, and some No Dear too.
And once it's all mixed,
Make it a part of you.

I'd Rather Be...

I'd rather be doing nothing,
If I could do it with you,
Than any other thing
That I could alone do.

I'd rather spend a whole day
Just staring at your face,
Than hanging out with the rest of the world
As the Earth drifts through space.

I'd rather say a series of sweet nothings
Into your ear
Than have a million important things
For you to never hear.

I'd rather do anything
With my sweet wife
Than have what could be best described as
A miserable, lonely, sucky, horrid life.

My Angel

There's a saying
That all fallen angels are bad.
When I think about how people believe this,
It really makes me sad.

I have a little angel,
She fell down from the sky,
And she came to live with me
And make me the happiest guy.

It didn't hurt her one bit
When from heaven she fell,
And though she has fallen,
She didn't fall to hell.

She's so beautiful,
I'm surprised that God let her go.
But now she's here with me,
And I'm ever thankful so.

A Loving Husband

A loving husband is one who puts
His wife before himself,
Unless there's a bus coming down the street,
Then she stays behind him, because she's his wealth.

A loving husband always wants
His wife to be filled with joy
And he always aims to make her happy,
Never to annoy.

A loving husband acts out of love
And acts in a loving way
With a heart that never wanders
And eyes that never stray.

A loving husband loves his wife,
Totally, through and through.
I want to be your loving husband,
And give all my love to you.

Anniversary

I remember that it was back oh-three
That I found the other half of me.
Our life became a pod, and we the pea
And in our commitment we were both made free.

I remember that it was back in oh-four
That I had spent another year with the girl I adore.
She had made me happier than anything before,
And the times we spent together were never a bore.

I remember that it was back in oh-five
That we decided to take the big dive,
And moved to Texas and tried to survive,
Every day, living life and being alive.

I remember that it was back in oh-six
That we decided to move out of the sticks
And escape the neighboring hicks,
And got ourselves into a pricey fix.

I remember that it was back in oh-seven
That things started closer to resemble heaven,
We tried new things, like bread with no leaven,
And financed a car until 2011.

I remember that it was back in oh-eight
That we decided that it was our fate
To move from a place without a gate
(Though I later made it up by taking her on a date).

I remember that it was back in oh-nine
That I wrote a little poem for a girl I think's fine,
I hope she knows what she means to mine,
'Cause I don't want to have to do it, but I'll build a shrine.

I know I probably made some mistakes (the dates might be wrong),
But I know with each day, our relationship goes strong.
I hope you don't think that this poem is cursory,
'Cause I wrote it to celebrate our anniversary.

A Tender Flower

I have a tender little flower,
Whose petals are like the thinnest glass,
And my little flower trembles
Every time a gust will pass.

I try to keep my flower
As healthy as healthy can be,
And at the same time give my flower
The feeling that it's free.

I care for my little flower
Moreso than I can tell
And if my flower loses its petals,
I feel I'm stuck in hell.

I have a little flower,
And it's all I need.
I want to help my little flower
Feel like more than just a seed.

My Heart Travels Ever On With You

If you find yourself in Timbuktu,
My heart travels ever on with you.
And if your journey takes you to Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu,
My heart travels ever on with you.

And if you took a trip to Kasikili (or is it Sedudu?)
My heart travels ever on with you.
Or if your plane has a layover in Azebaijani (most likely in Baku)
My heart travels ever on with you.

Or through some circumstance, are in York (old, not new)
My heart travels ever on with you.
And while in the Shiga prefecture, if you venture to Kohoku,
My heart travels ever on with you.

Whenever you go to foreign places,
And visit exotic locales, seeing new faces,
Just know that one thing's still true:
My heart travels ever on with you.

Chocolate Kisses

If there's one thing her husband misses,
It's those sweet, chocolate kisses.
After she's had a candy bar,
Her husband's lips are not that far.

He loves to kiss candied lips,
And gives her sweets to get his fix,
And she, loving candy, loves to eat it.
Which in turn makes him love to feed it.

Chocolate kisses may not be the neatest,
But when he kisses her, they're probably the sweetest.
Though these chocolate kisses don't go just one-ways,
'Cause she's liable to slip him candy some days.

It must be known, with respect to the face,
There is a time, there is a place:
Chocolate kisses, be great as they should,
Her regular kisses taste just as good.

A Marvelous, Beautiful, Ethereal Royal Girl

There are many princesses in the world,
Both in the real parts and the fake,
But only one of these princess
Has a pass for my heart to take.

Her smile can win a crowd,
Or just make everything feel all right,
Or outshine the brightest midnight star,
Giving day where once was night.

Her policies are just and fair,
Never outrageous or selfish or shallow,
And these rules tend to make the despondent
Just a bit less callow.

My princess, a queen in her own right,
Has a throne within my core,
And every moment she spends with me,
I realize I want one more.