Paul’s Poetry Corner: Different Ways of Saying I Love You
June 19, 2022
Link to: Different Ways of Saying I Love You
Which begins:
“You are such a sweet kisser,
And so generous with them.”
It’s just a different way of saying
I love you.
Link to: Different Ways of Saying I Love You
Which begins:
“You are such a sweet kisser,
And so generous with them.”
It’s just a different way of saying
I love you.
Link to: Happiness Is Wanting What You Have
Which includes:
Happiness is wanting what you have.
Because you can’t always have what you want.
Link to: Cut Them Off At The Impasse
Which begins:
The scariest moment of my life,
On my birthday, in 1978.
…“I feel like maybe we’ve reached an impasse right now.”
Link to: The Man You Deserve
Which begins:
Art can come from the overheard.
“It’s cute the way you keep trying to turn me into the man you deserve.”
A line, delivered in jest,
By a husband to his wife after 40 years.
Link to: Pauli's In Our Garden
by Carol Rowe (who was my babysitter, pre-1957)
Which begins:
Here he comes! For heaven's sake
Hide the nozzle and stow the rake!
…When the sun lives next door-
in Pauli!
Link To: Six-Foot, Woo!
Which begins:
(parody of Five-Foot Two)
Six-foot, woo! Eyes of Blue
42 years spent with you,
I love it when I see my gal.
And a poem I did NOT write, but rather a limerick that came to my attention this week:
There once was a girl from Madras
Who had such a beautiful ass -
It was not round and pink
(As you bastards think)
But had two ears, a tail, and ate grass.
Link To: The Queen of Letting GoWhich begins:
I didn’t know it at the time,
But I married the Queen of Letting Go.
I don’t know the King of Letting Go,
But I feel sure I’ll never see him in the mirror,
Unless he stands behind me.
Link To: Farmers' Market Blues
Which begins:
I woke up this morning,
Put on my shoes,
Knew I’d be singing
The Farmers Market Blues
Link to: Karma
Which begins:
American understanding of karma: a glitch,
Cause often we say that “Karma’s a bitch.”
Link to: Meter and Muse
Which begins:
“It don’t mean a thing,
If you ain’t got that swing,”
Is a lyric from long ago.
In poetry meter means swing,
But I find it a difficult thing.