Love Letter No 53 - Ultimate Love

Dear E,
No rough edges, the velvet voice, whispered breath on the skin, every touch divine. Once identity bound together, the ultimate arrived. Not the will of flesh, though every caress and touch lent inspiration, not the taking of thought of the depth and richness of connection. One spirit rejoicing, joined from two, bringing heaven's praise. Ours is an ultimate loving connection.

For me I am a man undone - ultimate love.

With deep and tender affection,
L


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friend

my friend is helpful
always constant by my side
my shins kicked and bruised


Note: this is not my shin, a pic I dug up on the web to go with the post

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The cupcakes run fast
as they can, but still can't catch
the gingerbread man

to bless hurry

Feeling possessed to get to the next
thing, looking over the shoulder the heart
cries "bless me, (but do it quickly)," this
headlong-liness is not clearing
the schedule for a time of repose,
far from it, the plunge from event to
function, has become the end.
And if you aren't into cramming in more , not
enjoyment, just more and more, well, you're
cheating someone, at the minimum yourself.
Can you hear this hurry beg
a blessing as the car door slams?

A blessing for the hurry of millions
of vehicles on the road, a blessing for
those inside them, rushing forth with three,
four, six and more destinations awaiting
arrivals, arrivals that don't last,
swiftly turning into new departures.

Aahhhh, to bless hurry, how irascible
that predicament, ever wanting the blessing,
yet, blast off says, "Catch me if you can!"

May the hurry within be blessed and may
that blessing turn the heart aside for a moment
of paused reflection. Blessed in the hurry.

in the news

held within dark skin
more convincing is required
Miranda echoes
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Jill and Kevin's Wedding Entrance

If you haven't Seen this check it out!
An awesome expression of the joy of the wedding ceremony.

Love Letter No 52 - Attention Love

Dear A,
You are so sweet of late. I wonder, have I done something right? Reaching out to me in this special way, it shows. The willingness to expose yourself for the sake of lasting love speaks volumes.

Simply stated, the laughter is there, the hugs and smiles, full attention is a two way street. So that attention yields fruit we share. And in the sharing this love is fed. Oh how we've grown. And there's a way to go, but for now there is deep satisfaction in the glow we share while pulling in the same direction.

This balancing act just got easier.

With deep and tender affection,

L
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True the kissing now is done and over.

True the kissing now is done and over.
The moment froze, the hum inside my head
to share this kiss with you, my sweet lover,
and ponder what we've too soon left unsaid.
Isolation brings time to cold cold dread,
of all the days to come where kisses cease.
For you have gained your own immortal peace.

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someone suggested that haiku was easier so i thought
a comparison study to the post previous to be in order.

Now the kissing

Kissing finale,*
The silence of the moment,
humming in my head.

*inspired by "Now the kissing is over" , a Rumi quote.
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to bless memory

Memories past, current and those to be - can and
should be cultivated, treasured, revered for
the prizes they are, and secondly for the
value they bring to life. The harvest of memory
brings intrinsic wealth to every age,
for there is much recorded there.

Memory is the "every person" of life, there
may be pain, panic, remorse, shame, there
may be joy, laughter, satisfaction,
memory crowns individualism and honors every
joining that has been shaken off or
embraced throughout life.

I named memory a healing grace when I heard
my own father say, "Smelling that recipe, brings
back sixty years of memories."

May memory's providential nature bring
every gift its just reward and offer healing
for the difficulties, for there is nothing as it truly is except
the memory of it says so.
So, as days lengthen and sunset
draws near, may memory be the annuity that pays
the greatest dividends of life's
hope, dream and passion.

Hourglass

the hourglass, the sand within

slips silently from end to end
measuring the space between
deeds of life, what they mean

the hourglass, the narrowed waist
tightened squeeze, signs of haste
dropping of the moment's release
through every breath that's free

the hourglass, sands self contain
implies a touch beyond the brain
to turn life to it's other end
allow the flow to start again

the hourglass, a simple measure
of time, love, healing treasure
quiet sands forever gliding
almost released, almost guiding

Love Letter No. 51 - Almost Love

Dear A,
Is it enough, that we looked over the precipice
and stared into eternity together? That our hands
touched electric, stirring over every nerve
of sweltering need? That thinking of you takes
my breath even now, that calling out to you twists
off shards of soul, that we had so much more than
almost, that it froze me the last time I saw
your face?

Almost is the word, but not because arrival
didn't happen, it was the truest experience
of the heart. No, almost is the word because
in pulling away the pain was infinite, the only
fear is having to repeat the tragedy of dissolution.
And should that 'boy' fail in manly duty, his disgrace
will be completed by the machismo aroused
within this broken psyche. I kindly advise that your
womanly graces best be stowed deep within
the fortress of your heart, for the blunt dynamo
of this love will subdue every defense, the will
once thought steeled against this resolute intention
will "almost" work, yet, it is more certain to fail
than the flight of Icarus.

Almost, you wait too long, almost, I return.

With deep and tender affection,

L
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to bless a poem

Instinctual rhythms flowing
forth, heart's exposure, mind's
dance, body's temerity, all
writhe in angst of
revelation, leaving clues
for the future. The
journey veiled by dreams of
hopes renewed and inspired.

May metamorphosis stand in
the gap with these words revealing
vicarious effort of poet's gift.
And may the poem, whimsical,
playful, darkly foreboding, prophetic, or
any of thousands of understandings
it brings, be vigilant to turn
hearts at every reading, conferring fellowship
with kindred of the universe.

May your poem be blessed.
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Footnote:
I hope each of you poets in the world will take this to heart and know your "creative art" blesses this world and the value of your life is without measure.

bridges

providential fountain
bridge to nowhere
yet, somewhere
we'd rather be

relationships or bridges
they all go places
what do we do once
we are on the other side

little light

did that last post sound whiney?
cause if it didn't i can definitely whine!
y'all have a great weekend
let your 'little light shine'

typing to figure

It is said that verbal people (women) talk to figure out what they wish to say - well here i am typing to figure out what i want to type! :)

i've dropped off a bit -
energies have been in other directions -
i have been doing a 1900 calorie diet
which is demanding -
and maintaining a food journal -
which you can see off my profile
i set it there so i could text eats to the blog
then i consolidate so i can email it to 'the dietician'
plus i was on vacation from July 3 thru 7 and they took me out of the loop
i always try to be doing something on July 4 - it was "our" anniversary - she passed in January before our 20th this year would have been the 23rd - (4th since she's been gone)
no i don't think about it all the time - but i do miss the close partner
so maybe a bit of "brain drain" will assist my stuckiness ...
i am weighing in at about 220 now - i was 240+ back on Thanksgiving of last year -
so between exercise and eating habit changes i am dropping a few pounds
i am gonna relax off the food blog soon - it is getting a bit intense ---
keeping up with every calorie is a challenge if you never tried it...
my goal is to stay under 1900 calories a day -
my metabolic rate is about 2400 so that puts me 500 a day under
meaning 3500 in a week - and we all know 3500 calories == a pound of fat...

i weighed in at 219 this morning - on June 9 I weighed 225 so that is 6 pounds in 4 weeks

also i bought a pair of jogging shoes that hurt my knee - i had to switch from jogging to biking
due to stabbing pain in my knee - that was about the time I started with the dietician.

so walking a bit and biking - i will also be working a fitness strength program at the wellness center

Love Letter No 50 - Nature Love

Dear D,
Like the deer bounding up the
mountainside, a heartbeat in swift
compulsion rises in excitement and
I see you beckoning me. I hear
tweets, real birds (not cell texts),
in the flora, echoes of a silent heart's evocation
shared as eyes meet. Then breaking
clear of the mountainside, the
ridge awaits, to the south the
valleys of lush deciduous
growth, to the north the hillside
covered in the exuberant passion
of summer's growth. We burst to the peak's
view of the world!

Fresh, pure, clear,
love inspired, nature affirmed. From
here we can see forever,
it's a beautiful sight!

With deep and tender affection,

L

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Check the link on the pic to see where I went hiking this past Monday. It was a 2 mile hike that went up 1700 feet! The peak is at 4800 above seal level :)

http://www.craigbickhardt.com/lyrics/lyric_this_old_house.html

Writer's Myspace Craig Bickhardt









This Old House

There are fifty liquor boxes in my hall
And a hundred empty nails on my wall
There's a sign out in my yard that reads "For Sale"
And if this old house could cry the tears would fall
There are bargain hungry vultures everywhere
Buying broken toys, old clothes, and Tupperware
The phone's been taken out, they've stopped the mail
And if this old house could talk I'd say a prayer

I've been strong and I've been sturdy
And I've weathered every storm
I've always kept your family safe and warm
Now you're packing up the laughter
And you're sweeping out the tears
If this old house were built on memories
I would stand a thousand years
This old house, this old house
If this old house were built on memories
I would stand a thousand years

Take another look before you lock my door
Where your shoes have worn the finish from my floor
Listen to my banging pipes and my creaking stair
Let your boy slide down my banister once more
I'll remember where you hid the extra key
Where the hammer and the band aids used to be
I will smell your morning coffee in the air
And I'll see you hanging tinsel on the tree

I've been strong and I've been sturdy
And I've weathered every storm
I've always kept your family safe and warm
Now you're packing up the laughter
And you're sweeping out the tears
If this old house were built on memories
I would stand a thousand years
This old house, this old house
If this old house were built on memories
I would stand a thousand years

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Written by Craig Bickhardt and Thom Schuyler
©1986 Colgems-EMI Music Inc. (ASCAP)/ Bethlehem Music / Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc. (BMI) Lawyer’s Daughter Music

Love Letter No 49 - Firecracker Love

Dear S,
Wow! You are firecracker hot!
Explosive, flammable, scorching to touch.
This is an astonishing summer connection.
Let's put on our own private fireworks show
this 4th of July.
All is right with the world when you light my fuse!

With deep and tender affection,
L
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to bless summer

hot dogs, hamburgers, steaks on the grill
poolside, park walks, camping on a hill
novels, poems, prose, all that's readable
salads, veggies, fruit and melons so edible
friends young or old, brand new and long past
summer is time to enjoy things that last

every vacation, or day trip that's made
shaved ice, snow cones, pink lemonade
time for the family, and if you haven't guessed
may moments of sunshine be thoroughly blessed