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climb out of bed in the morning and start the fireclothes out of the washer and put them in the dryermake a pot of coffee like I have every day beforelisten for it to start perking as I head out the doorI need to grain the horses and check their water tooput them out to pasture whenever they are throughwatching the horses play will always make me smile.head back to the house to warm up for a little whileopen a can of cat food so that they will not screampour a cup of coffee with sugar and some rich creamsitting at the table I see the first downy flakes of snowIt is indeed beautiful but it will melt by days end thoughFinish up my cup and fill a bucket full of cracked corngo and feed the chickens as I do each and every morngather the eggs and back to the house once againthe dogs stop to play or just to be a pestering painput the bread in the toaster and bacon in the fry panand hope that the day will go something like I plancrack some of the eggs and drop them in the pan to frybutter the toast as the buzzer warns the clothes are dryfold the clothes while I have breakfast to start my dayand then head out the door to work as bills I must payjust another day of working my poor fingers to the bonea typical one when you must face each of them alone.

A short one for hump day, hope that you have an awesome day.The very first time that I looked upon her gorgeous faceI knew that I loved her so by the way my heart did race.There was no way to resist I knew and I did not even tryI knew that if the reason arose, for her I would gladly die.Envisioning our lives together my mind did wildly raceand I loved her more each and every time I saw her face.It is not a love that could fade or die, the truest in the worl'for how could any father not forever truly love his baby girl?

I am often asked why I send poems I have written. First and foremost it is because I like for my friends to know that I have thought of them and taken the time to send something when I can. Secondly, I found out that some of the picture comments contain viruses and can infect the computer that they are sent to,so this narrowed the options. I decided to send the poems because so many men seem to have forgotten that you need to speak to a lady's heart in soft wooing tones as well. That comments like"You're Hot" need to be expressed in a more gentlemanly fashion. It seems that society is reverting back to a more crass time and that we have forgotten even how to compliment each other, let alone seduce another; reducing"making love" to the animal act of"having sex". It is my hope that poetry will bring a smile to the receipiant and make other re-evaluate thier outlook and actions toward women. I feel that if men forget to pay basic respect and sensuality during a compliment, how long before they stop showing it in any form? I tend to write most of my poetry to try to get people to think about life or to learn to appreciate what they do have in life and hope that it will help people through hard times. Lastly, it is my hope that people will see that you are receiving a comment so often from one person and think about how often they do or do not do the same.

Here is the poem I wrote for today, it is a happy poem, but in a somber way.I was there to hear the choir of angels singas you cast off the promises of a single lifewatched as many a possibility took to wingas you made a solemn vow to be my loving wife.I am so aware of all that you could have been,of how great must have been your true destiny,of the places you could have gone and seen,and that you gave it all up just to be with me.All of this you gladly did to be my loving brideand all that I can say are these words so true"Forever I want you to remain here by my sidefor I shall always be so much in love with you."So let us face the uncertain future joined as oneand know that we shall always have each otherto rely on even when our lives are at last doneand that I will love you and never want another.

Here is the poem of the day, I wrote it for those who love but are afraid to admit it.Why is it that you feel you have to lie to me?The truth is plain enough for the world to see,it is easy to see in your eyes and in you smile,and yes,I have known the truth for quite a while.So why is it that you will not just admit it is true,for I know that you love me as much as I love you.Is it because you do not think that this can last,or the result of some player you knew in the past?Did one that you loved run away when he first heardyou in a moment of truth or passion say that word,and now you fear that I will react in the same way?The truth is it's the one word that will make me stay.I wish you could see that you have nothing to fear,that I will always love you and want to be right hereregardless of rather or not you admit it the truth to me,as long as in your actions and in your eyes it I can see.What a wonderful thing to hear it and know it's true,when you trust me enough to finally say"I love you."

A short poem about memories that I wrote for today.Here in my mind I can still feel your burning touch,a wonderful sensation that seems almost too much.My memory races and brings back your lilting voice,filling my head and taking away my freedom of choice.The aromatic perfume of your essence fills my sensessending small shivers through my body as it tenses.I can feel it all so very real as if you were still right here,even though you left and have been gone well over a year.Love's precious memories haunt my tortured heart still,as if born anew and I begin to think that they always will.

Behold the fragile apple blossom perched high in the treespreading fragrance and beauty for all to smell and see.There it stays, just one among the countless many there,but unique in it's own way for any who bother to compare.It seems to be such a frail thing yet is truly so very strongwithstanding every harsh, punishing wind that comes along.It clings on and fights until at last it's duty is finally done,surviving the pelting rain and aged by the rays of the sun.Then it falls below and returns to the great waiting earthleaving behind the precious fruit, which she has given birth.Even in this final act having given all that she could give,then gives nourishment to the tree so that the fruit can live.Such it seems this is the role that a lady does in this life,giving all to her duty as a wonderful mother and a loving wife.While we miss the blossom when it has fallen to the ground,take heart that in the fruit she made part of her can be found.

wishin u a great friday

Never shall the winds of time your beauty ever erase,though it might age you and put wrinkles on your face.You have changed since we first met and will some more,gained and lost weight from time to time and I still findthat your evolving beauty is always on my loving mind.Each change that comes, like the growing of a gray hair,that seems to make you worry and fills you with despair,serve to remind me that you're more beautiful than before,that time itself has had effect on your most precious partfor still it has been unable to change your loving heart.Worry not about the years or the effect they have on you,just as long as your heart keeps loving me and is so true,you will only grow more beautiful as I grow to love you more.Let us forget about such trivial matters as them we rise above,each shielded from the ravages of time by the others love.

Am I just some foolish dreamer for feeling like I do,when everyday I see more new things imply it wrong?I am no longer sure that love exist or that it ever did,but this crazy dream will not go away and is so strong,that one day I might find a love that will be forever true.I see women cheat on good men, finding them a bore,or just use them for whatever they can manage to getand have witnessed such things since I was just a kid.Am I wrong to still believe and on love my heart to bet,or is it selfish of me to still expect to find much more?I have heard that loves eternal and will always find a way.It is a blessed a thing sent from the heaven for us here.The more I see the more I doubt and become more afraid,I am just condemned to live life alone it starts to appear.Is love just another fairytale to make it through each day?All I dream of is one good woman that will love me true,that will be there beside me as through life we do go,one that will want me as we create the plans we made.A lady who looks past this shell and my heart does know,yes, I am just a foolish dreamer, but is that dream of you?

Be still my heart, remember, she must mortal beor there is no way she would ever be here with me.Slow down a bit to a pace where you can get rest,it feels like you are trying to come out of my chest.You handle every situation by being dull and drollyet at the thought of her and you race out of control.Why let her beauty cause you to stop in mid beatand pause until you almost knock me off my feet,then cause you to race as she draws ever near,and make my stomach turn as if from a great fear?How is that just her touch and can set you to a fireand fill you with such longing and insatiable desire?When I hear her voice even if it is only on the phone,you hurt with anticipation and even more when alone.Are you trying to tell me you have fallen in love at last,that she is so very special, like none known in the past?If I admit that I love and that she truly has me hexed,will you then tell me what it is that I should do next?For I only want to please her in each and every way,find a way to make sure that with me she will stay.So stop this erratic behavior and tell me, oh so true,lest she slip away and that break you right in two.

Today's poem is a bit sadder, it was written about appreciation and how people often think more about what they do not have in the other person than what they do have. Nobody can be everything, either the strong silent type or the kind that will talk out their feelings, but not both at once.I just wanted to thank you so for reaffirming my old beliefand for doing so before second thoughts caused me grief.You came to me with your soft voice and gentle word,telling me the sweetest things that I have ever heard,and began to think perhaps happiness could be mine,that misery would pass by and I would at last be fine.I tried hard to show you my intelligence, charm, and wit;but it seems to have impressed even the smallest bit,for now you have turned away to flirt with somone new,leaving little doubt that what never started is truly through.I almost let my heart hope, I almost let it dare to dream,I almost fell for your charms and right into your scheme.I was just being so very foolish to hope that one like youmight look past my crude exterior to see my heart so true.I truly need to accept the facts for what they are, you see,women do not stay interested in a faithful man like me.I just wanted to thank you so for reaffirming my old beliefand for doing so before second thoughts caused me grief.

I have a short poem I have written for this day, I do hope that all my friends enjoy it and that it finds you and yours healthy and happy.I am not a famous or exciting man of any sortno big star of the silver screen or of any sportI am not the lead singer in a band of great famemost people have never even heard of my nameUpon the moon I am destined to never even stepthere will be no signs showing every place I sleptthere is nothing like that to get interest from youI am no more than the man who loves you so true.

Some people seem to need to feel superior to others and will categorize them with a name. I have been called a hick because I live in the country, have horses, and so on. After thinking about it, I wear the name with pride regardless how the other person meant it. Hicks, like almost all groups, people choose to segregate, are some amazing people.If you hunt for me, you will find I am listed among the HicksThe poor common folk that choose to live back in the sticks.The kind of folk who have a job but also have to do choresthat build bonfires and teach the kids how to make Smores.Among those that if you do need any help are glad to giveand by the Golden Rule most still their lives do try to live.We are dirt poor by the standards most will use to judgebut from this great way of life one of us will rarely budge.You might think us ignorant, having taken no college courses,but we have the knowledge of things like survival and horses.We may not have all that city people have, who are on the run,but we appreciate what we have and know how to have fun.We feel at home when we out among the lakes and treeswith the nature that provides and we care for, we are at ease.It is a harder life, I will admit that this much is so very trueand may not be the choice that is best for some like youBut I will stay in the sticks until my life is finally throughcity life is not a thing that for long I would ever want to do.When I look up let me only see the vast sky and tall treesand let me feel the grass below and the cool summer breeze.Watch the strutting of turkeys and meandering of the deerand all the things that nature gives for us to hold so dear.When time says my final breath has been drawn and spentI will know that like nature, this country life was heaven sent.