Almost There!

Just persevere, just a little while,
And then you’ll once again get to smile.
Don’t let yourself get so far down
That you’re incapable of expression, other than a frown.

Be reminded: all is not lost!
You’re almost at the end, at the level’s boss.
And then, you’ll get a break, and maybe a coast;
Some time of making the best, of which you will do most.

And let’s not forget the joys up ahead,
The pasture through which the briar patch led.
The cool, relaxing stream by which you can recline,
Or a cozy, comfortable home called “Yours and Mine.”

I know that you’re down, and that you’re distressed,
And I want to ensure you don’t get distressed,
So I’ll do what I can to bring you the simple joy,
After all, that’s my job as your boy.

 

 

My Name Is...

I wear a hat, and a scarf,
And do the laundry.
I also do the cooking.
What more can I be?

I may not have the best defense
Against the germy germs.
And I may not be the best against
A patch of wiggly worms.

But I'll gladly look upon you
Through my tousled mop,
And feel like I'm in heaven,
Wishing it to never stop.

But when it does, I'll look on you
Again, and then again,
To keep returning to paradise
Until the very end.

POP!

There is a girl who works SO hard,
But her husband has a head of lard.
She toils daily, and for all her trouble,
She has to deal with a guy with a brain like a bubble.

She grabs the needle, and holds it by the top,
The eye, and with a jab, she goes "Pop."
And then the room is covered in brain slime,
Which is usually is, most of the time.

And brain slime's not good for nurturing soil,
In fact, it's more like puss in a boil.
It breaks down the good and builds up the bad,
It wears out the happy, and makes stronger the sad.

So, before this poor girl has had her fill,
And must daily stifle this urge to distill,
I'll let her know: this thing must stop!
Ready, set, go... POP!

Thanks, Part 7

To wrap up my thanks,
I'd like say what I'm thankful for most.
And this thing for which I'm thankful
I certainly like to boast.

I'm thankful that I have someone
Who's always there for me,
Be it in the early afternoon,
Or late night, half past three.

If ever I find myself too ill
To carry ever on,
She'll take good care of me
Until the sickness's gone.

There are those wedding vows:
"In sickness and in health."
I'm always rich, I'm never poor
When she's there; she's my wealth.

Thanks, Part 6

I find I'm thankful and have a lot to say:
Thanks be for such a thanksgiving day.
I'm glad that every year it rolls 'round
And I am able to make a thankful sound.

I'm glad I have a wonderful spouse,
Who helps give me a wonderful house.
She's there to help me, every step,
Definitely glad I'm the one she kept.

I'm also glad that our life is filled
With felines whose whines are thoroughly skilled;
For when they feel they would like some chow,
They'll come up to you and meow, meow, meow.

But mostly, I'm glad that I have my Ambz,
And that she too has got her Hamz.
I wouldn't trade it for money or gold,
Or vintage collectibles, no matter how old.

Thanks, Part 5

I'm thankful too for partial weeks,
So I don't have to put in 40,
And feel all wasted and tired
Exclaiming, "lordy, lordy."

I'm glad I can come home to a wife
Who's always glad to see me,
And I'm thankful I'm not someone else,
Wanting just to be me.

I appreciate the benevolence
And also all the grace
That helped put me where I am
Upon this very place.

I'm thankful that I can be here,
And that I have everything I need,
And most everything I want,
And have something to read.

Thanks, Part 4

I'm most thankful for a wonderful wife,
Who's there every step of my wonderful life.
And on whom I may find support,
For she's always there, a bulwark, a fort.

She may be solid, but she's also soft,
Her heart is more open than an apartment loft,
And she lets me know that to her I'm dear,
And is very thankful every time I'm near.

I'm thankful to, for her love is beyond measure,
And were able to be evaluated, would be a precious treasure.
What she means to me, in one word is: all,
For she lifts me up or catches me every time I fall.

And she's always there to provide the kindest of words,
Or the loveliest of songs, like the sweetest of birds.
Or, she'll tell me sweet nothings until my ear falls off,
Or until I breathe my last breath, or cough my last cough.

Thanks, Part 3

I'm sure you give thanks When I come home,
Ready to kill those spiders,
So you can lift your glass and toast
And then drink down all your ciders.

And though, at times, the bugs evade,
I do try to track them down,
As I know that sneaky arthropods
Tend to make you frown.

So, shoe or slipper or swatter be
In my hand, at the ready,
And the bugs' life will be cut short
By a cudgel at the steady.

I know that you like I
Have a distaste for bugs,
And so, when you need consolation,
I'll be there giving hugs.

Thanks, Part 2

I am most glad and thankful
For the fact that my future's not murky.
I'm glad, too, that I get to eat
On loads of delicious turkey.

I'm thankful we have a home
With a roof over our heads,
And cozy flannel sheets
Covering our bed.

I'm thankful that when things seem down,
You are always there
To turn aside my sadful frown
And show me that you care.

I'm thankful that in sickness and health,
Be I able to run a marathon or get the flu,
You'll always be there to laugh and care
And I'll always be there for you.

Thanks, Part 1

I'm thankful for my wife,
The love of my life,
Who is always there for me.

And when I have strife,
There is my wife,
To cut the chain and set me free.

I'm thankful that I can spend
Every last weekend
Sitting there by her side.

I'm glad and thankful too,
That she takes away my blues,
And fills me with a sense of pride.

Little T

Yay! Okay. So, it's turkey day.
But not Turkey day with a capital T.
It's turkey day, for just you, and me.
And maybe the cats.

And I can't wait. I know it'll be GREAT.
It's like our own holiday.
What else is there to say?
Do we need special hats?

It's amazing, I'm crazing about future grazing.
We'll be stocked to the gills,
Stuffed to the sills!
And won't want to see another ounce of food.

But look! What we cook! Maybe not from any book,
Though it's something that's nummy
To fill up our tummy,
And make us feel really, really good.

Little Visits

Little visits throughout the day
Add a little joy.
I guess I've got no choice but to say:
It takes away all my "oy."

I'm glad that I can flex my time
So I can spend some of it with you.
And while there may be no reason nor rhyme,
I'd take it, out of the blue.

The breaks of our days are nice,
And they give us a little boost
That we need to get through the ice
That keeps use less than juiced.

But pulped as it may make us
Whenever we're apart,
We know that it's not all loss:
When we're together, we get back the heart.

To Give

If I had something more for you to take,
I'd let you have an extended break.
I want you to have recuperation, and to have rest,
Because I think you deserve the best!

I want you to feel energized, and renewed,
And not to feel worn out, beaten, crude,
Or feel that the world is weighing down
On you just 'cause it likes to see you frown.

You deserve warm baths with candles and scented salts
And delicious burgers and fries and chocolate malts.
You deserve rest, reclining, with cucumbers on your eyeses,
And only the most pleasant kinds of surprises.

Most of all, you deserve what you need,
Which is something for which you shouldn't have to plead.
You deserve just a little time away
From dreary monotony day after day after day.

The Two Bandits

The bandits sneak up to the bag,
Their masks covering their eyes with a black flag;
They find in the bag a great treasure
Meant for their eating pleasure.

The bag, it tears, and the bandits see
A bounty of food, and it's all for free!
It's hard to believe, it's hard to debunk,
That someone would just get rid of this junk!

So, they gather up their spoils,
Before being spoiled by their toils,
And they do one more careful sweep.
They tread very quietly, 'cause everyone's asleep.

Then the pair of bandits hurry into the night,
And enjoy their feast, as the duo might.
They left the scene messy, a move quite rash,
But, then again, so is not disposing of your trash.

The Trou(m)bles

I know that if
The world around me crumbles,
And if the bees that swarm
Aren't the kind with bumbles,
And if the ground is rocky
And we stumble,
Or if the life we live
Gets humbled,
Or if I get so deaf,
Everything is a mumble,
And we have to run from things,
And tumble,
And day by day, we force ourselves
Not to grumble,

I know that no matter what happens, as long as we have each other,
We don't need to worry about the trou(m)bles.

1 in 1,000,002

If ever I feel a pain,
You won't rest until it's cured;
And if ever I lost my voice,
You'll do everything to make me be heard.

If ever I lose my way,
You'll help me get back on track;
And if ever I'm feeling down,
You'll be there to pat my back.

I've got a friend, I've got a companion:
Someone to help me share the load.
I've got a friend, I've got so much more;
And her presence is worth much more than gold.

If ever I start to cry,
You'll be there to wipe those tears;
And if ever I'm shuddered,
You'll chase away all my fears.

And, you know, if you ever need some help,
I'll do the same for you;
'Cause you're so special to me.
You're one in a million and two.

She's Got Beautiful Eyes

She's a girl who holds the world
In her eyes. It's no surprise
That when she sighs, the Earth's reprise
Is to spin a little slower.

The moon looks down on hallowed ground
Wherever she walks; and her talks
Are musical words, better than birds'
Songs, making plants grower.

She's amazing in every way, amazed
Me when she knew my name. The same
Day I thought I'd just hide
From the world, or get lost.

And she picked me up, and helped me be
A better person; helping me not worsen.
And from that start, I've had a heart
With her name embossed.

Collections

I am glad, once again
That the time has come
For the long and boring week
To draw to a close.

And then I shall pack my things,
Slinging my satchel over my shoulder
Returning home to those
Whom I love and adore.

Well, to her whom I love and adore,
And too two cats who are a nuisance.
But, the cats can't help it.
That's just their collective noun.

But the collective noun for us
Is not so humorous.
It's more true, than anything.
Our collective noun is "right."

Dragon Days

The days can get quite long,
And drag themselves along.
But there's always after hours
To charge up that those quality powers.
And then we have the end of the week,
A time for which we often seek,
Because it's two days of rest,
Though three days would be better, it's still for the best.

And here I find that my face misses
Those sweet looks, those tender kisses.
And my body craves for mugs
Filled up with your loving hugs.

And my heart flutters away like a flock of birds
To hear you talk with your gentle words,
Especially those words so true,
When you tell me, "I love you."

What Pain!

What pain, they say, when things hurt,
And oh, it just doesn't get better. Only wor't.
But relief, they say, is around the corner,
So don't let the agony make you any more forlorner.

You can pop analgesics until the pain stops,

But you only get a couple of hours, tops.
And then the pain comes back with a blast
Making you wish you had taken more in the past.

But pain is temporary; it shall soon be past,
Though I bet you wish it would move more fast,
As any pain at any time is quite too much
To deal with whenever, wherever, and such.

But if you're still hurting, here's what I'll do:
I'll make some time to help comfort you,
And help you deal with the intolerable pain
Before you (as I said before) start to go insane.

No More Stress

The lack of stressing
Is a blessing,
As it helps you feel relaxed.

No more distressing,
Or repressing.
Time for fate to cut some slacks.

It's a good time of day,
Or so they say,
That gives us some respite.

And we get to recharge
From the troubles small and large,
For otherwise awful they would get.

The Show

The artist arts to content her hearts,
But sometimes needs some recognition.
And when submitted to shows, she painfully knows
That she lacks that premonition.

Whether to win, or to again begin
After a walk of shame,
And spend some hours with artistic powers
To reenter the game.

The artist tries until she dies,
Or is at least exhausted,
Just to gain a little fame
In the sea of the world; not be lost-ed.

And then the call, her heart skips, pall-mall,
What is this, she now will know:
Both works have been accepted, not rejected,
And will be on display for the show.

A Champion for You

When times are tough,
I find you need a knight,
And not an argument,
A disagreement, or a fight.

A shining knight to battle
And slay those nay-saying foes
And to come back home in the end
And assuage all your woes.

A champion to take the time
To make you know quite keen
His plans for helping you,
So you know just what he means.

This champion, I'd like to be,
And I'd like to be with you
So we can be together,
Loving, honest, caring, and true.

How Sweet

If you ask me, my wife is so sweet;
How, you ask? She's got more sugar than a sugar beet.
She's much sweeter than the sweetest meat,
And she attracts fewer flies than extra-strength DEET.

Were she a shipping line, she'd have the best fleet.
Her living space is always tidy and neat.
She's got the loveliest two feet,
I notice as she walks down the street.

If my heart were a bird, it would go tweet, tweet, tweet,
When she comes around; What a treat!
Her beauty knocks me to my seat.
Being with her makes me feel elite.

My love for her is not discreet,
'Cause she makes my heart replete.
It's quite amazing: such a feat:
I'm complete.

Lazy Days

The lazy days, they reduce the craze,
And clarify the busy haze.
They show us that there're better ways
To live out our together days.

And, oh I long for days like that
To happen before the week's gone flat,
To be you, me, and (or two) a cat
To laze about, or sleep, like Sat.

Parting is painful, especially now,
When parting is august. And how!
I just want to be free of row,
And brush the hair from your sweet brow.

I know that this would be my ideal life:
One free of peril, malice, strife,
In which the time does not cut like a knife,
And I can spend forever with my sweet wife.

The Falcon

Just as the falcon soars above,
There is no limit to my love.
As the raptor's rapture's high,
My love, it flutters to the sky.

The hawk it flies unto the moon,
But my heart, it will get their soon.
The earth below, its grows to a dot
But never forgetting what there it's got.

And once it reaches to the highest peak,
It goes a bit further, and starts to creak.
It returns to the earth not because it's licked,
But because it realizes it's love-sicked.

And there my heart will settle best
In its warm and cozy nest
Where it will find what love demands
Nestled in between your hands.

The Mutant is Healthy

"The mutant is healthy,"
The doctor will say.
And for that word of sooth,
You'll still have to pay.

I wish that my health, though
Could extend quite beyond,
And into other aspects
Of which I am fond.

Temperance, it's best said,
Should be the pinnacle of control,
Or else you may transform
Into a hideous troll.

And this troll, whose diet
Does not consist of goat
Will leave you stranded
In a lonely ocean on a boat.

Problem Solving

When the chips and the cracks
Start to cut back the slacks,
I'll be here to solve the issue.

And when the heavy winds blow,
And the tears start to flow,
I'll be there with a tissue.

When those toils the pile
And they remove your smile,
I'll help you feel less like zero.

And when the troubles come back,
I'll give them quite an attack,
'Cause I know at times you need a hero.

And Then Some

And while the outside grows dim and cold, I know I've got somebody to hold; And no matter what they naysayers say, I'll be here for you until the last day.

And then some.

They clock it ticks, and tocks away
The hours, minutes, seconds wane,
And I'd give my very last dime
To have a never ending supply of you and me time.

And then some.

In the mornings when the day is freezing, Another hour of rest would seem so pleasing, But we must both arise and face the world So ordered things don't slowly become unfurled.

And then some.

But it's not so bad, when we're apart,
Because we're still linked at the heart.
We don't have to worry, or have to fear, Because no matter where we go, we're always near.

And then some.

Little Rhyme-O

Please don't feel sad or abandoned.
I have to write words 50-k,
In less than a month, you know,
I have to finish what I have to say.

But I'll still find time to spend with you,
While I'm toiling with 1667 w.p.d,
And not ever abandon you
To fix a plot hole, or make things more dialogue-y.

It's supposed to be a novel,
But I know that it's also my time,
And that time I don't have to be with you,
Though, I know I'll really try.

So, while I'm writing a magnum opus,
Or even an opus parvus,
I'll still tend to whatever you need,
Because you're simply marv'lous.