Thirty-Nine Years and Going Strong, 6/16/07

I’m not at all surprised that this year thirty-nine is here;
It’s been real simple living with you, you’re such a dear.
You are my best friend and as always my everlasting love.
Joie, Bella, you & I fit perfect, like a well-seasoned glove.

There is just one small thing may I ask a favor and request?
Can you please love yourself more and you’ll live with zest?
There are no formulas or substitutions for not staying healthy.
Not even those with the greatest looks and who are wealthy.

Enough lectures, for this is not the time I want to teach,
But you know me; I can’t pass up the chance to preach.
What’s important is that this is year number thirty-nine.
Let us give thanks and oh yeah, where should we dine?

Happy thirty-ninth anniversary to my fan, lover and mate.
In October we’ll cruise for your sixtieth, we’ll celebrate;
Let’s now pledge our love and respect to never, ever end;
And together we’ll have the rest of our lifetimes to spend.

Love always,
                      
Your hubby PeterR
 



The next poem is about our two fur babbies Joie and Bella.
Joie is now five and Bella just turned one.
Together they are a very important part of our lives.
JOIE IS OUR JOY & BELLA IS OUR TOY!



Now We Are Four, 10/20/06

She entered our lives six months ago and we will not part;
A second little creature wedged her way into our hearts.
This kitten is an angel asleep, but a holy terrorist when not;
She is going full throttle, and all our nerves are nearly shot.

Our second cute, little fur ball really loves to be cuddled,
This is fine with us, really for now we have two to snuggle,
She runs like the wind, but will always stop to ask for a lift;
Butts pillows and boxes, as her sister wonders about this gift.
 
She sleeps with us, most of the time somewhere on our bed;
A loving orange haired kitten is the devil, we nicknamed ‘red’.
She cuddles me as I sleep, but careful not to disturb my dream;
I love watching this angel dealing with her sister, they’re a team.

Since in Florida, she is the second best thing to happen to us;
The disruption, when left with her sister cleans up without a fuss.
We wish her a long life as our second little companion of choice;
They get along, kiss and chase as we listen for her squeaky voice.
By: PeterR



Please Don’t Cry For Him For He Really 

Had A Good Life! -- 2/4/07

Here lies a great man who was adored and loved by all.
The busy person setting up events as he made the calls.
He loved his dearest Nora his friend and wife.
Please don’t cry for him for he really had a good life.

He could eat, especially enjoyed veal cutlets, so much,
I’m sure whenever it is served we’ll recall our dad’s touch.
The only one who called me Peterkem, an endearing name.
Which I’ll remember, no other name will ever be the same.

When we were younger, ‘the horse ate my jacket story’ over and over told.
We tried not to hear, but say it again daddy for now I’m ready and sold.
He enjoyed his many friends in Queens, holding court and dancing;
Loved the ladies as they showed off their dresses and prancing.
He liked the vintage actors and how they acted in old movies.
Watched them over and over enjoying battles on the seas.

He loved Joan and Alan, great that they lived nearby, I am glad.
I only wish that I could have spent more time with my dad.
We’re most greatful for Nora, if medals were awarded you’d win ten.
You were the best wife and friend any man could ever pray for, amen.

I know it is better for him now for he is no longer in some pain,
It’s hard to let go of memories of my dad, I’m proud of my name.
He remembered his past, loved his family and his dear wife.
Please don’t cry for him for he really had a good life.

I love you forever, Daddy,


"Peterkem"

Hello Ladies! 9/6/06
Hello ladies!  This is what I say when we enter our home;
After work our girls run and walk to greet us one by one.
We have two tabbies, one is orange and the other is brown.
They explore everything new and each strange new sound.

They are literally bundles of joy, each within her right,
Joie is older and wiser so she walks and gallops to fight,
Our kitten, Bella trots and butts Joie who watches the site;
Both compete for our attention and sleep with us at night.
 

Bella sleeps with us, most of the time somewhere on our bed;
A loving orange haired kitten is a devil, we nicknamed ‘red’.
Joie snuggles me as I sleep, but careful not to disturb my dream;
I love watching this angel dealing with her sister, they’re a team.

Since in Florida, they’re the best things that happened to us;
The ‘mess’, when left alone for the day, cleans up without a fuss.
We wish them a long healthy life as our little angels of choice;
Who seldom talk, express joy or not as we listen for their voice.
By: PeterR



My Better Half Turns Fifty-Nine, 
10/28/06
Let us celebrate our togetherness and toast & cheer.
Another Birthday Day for my better half is now here.
We share a terrific bond and feelings we’re always told;
Think & enjoy and remember fifty-nine is not too old.

Our union gets stronger, as our love continues to grow.
You’re the greatest wife, which keeps you on your toes.
You are fabulous, my best friend and the lover I’ll keep,
We now have two angels, who for us are ready to leap.

We have so much going for us, I’m sure you can see.
Being healthy for our crew: you, Joie, Bella and me.
Let me repeat, what I’ve said to you so many times;
I love you more than you love me, as I’ll always sign!
Love always………PeterR
 			



Our Cat, 12/8/05
We got her three and a half years ago and we won’t part;
This tiny furry creature has adopted us from the start.
Our cat is an angel, whom we cannot do without;
She cemented herself into our hearts, that’s no doubt.

Our cute, little fur ball really loves to be cuddled,
This is ok with us, for we like when she nuzzles,
She fetches like a dog, but she is a cat doing stunts;
When prompted she comes to us, when she wants.

She’ll give a paw and then the other, when feeling good;
Next she’ll high-five you, but only when she in the mood. 
Whenever she jumps, she’ll announce it with a cute sound;
Almost like saying “get out of my way” I’m leaving the ground.
 

She sleeps with us, most of the time in the middle;
Gets to her desired spot as she splits us with a wiggle.
She licks the water from my legs, after a shower, that’s a scream;
Watching this little lovable furry creature happy with a gleam.
 

Without a doubt she has been the best thing to happen to us;
Leaves no mess when left alone and runs to us without a fuss.
We wish her a long life as our great little companion of choice;
When we are away we mimic her antics and cute little voice.
PeterR




My Baby Turns Fifty-Eight, 10/28/05

Another Birthday Day for my baby is now here.
I want to celebrate by being together and to cheer.
We share a terrific bond and feelings so strong;
Fifty-eight years is no way considered too long.

Our union gets stronger, as love continues to grow.
To be my great wife surely keeps you on your toes.
You are also my best friend and lover I’ll keep,
With our furry little bundle of joy, ready to leap.

We have so much going for us, I’m sure you can see.
Being healthy, happy and in love, me, Joie and thee.
Let me repeat, what I’ve said to you so many times;
I love and adore you now and as I’ll always sign!
Love always……….PeterR
 			



Here is a wonderful poem, with a powerful message,
 It was sent by a good friend, which I do believe
 is worthwhile to be shared by one and ALL!..PeterR


The World is Mine
 
             Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman 
                      And wished I were as beautiful 
                     When suddenly she rose to leave, 
                     I saw her hobble down the aisle. 
                    She had one leg and wore a crutch. 
                  But as she passed, she passed a smile. 
                     Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. 
                    I have two legs; the world is mine.
 
                                  
                       I stopped to buy some candy. 
                    The lad who sold it had such charm. 
                   I talked with him, he seemed so glad. 
                     If I were late, it'd do no harm. 
                And as I left, he said to me, "I thank you, 
                           you've been so kind. 
                  It's nice to talk with folks like you. 
                      You see," he said, "I'm blind." 
                     Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. 
                    I have two eyes; the world is mine.
 
                                 
                   Later while walking down the street, 
                           I saw a child I knew. 
                   He stood and watched the others play, 
                      but he did not know what to do. 
                    I stopped a moment and then I said, 
                      "Why don't you join them dear?" 
                      He looked ahead without a word. 
                        I forgot, he couldn't hear. 
                     Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. 
                    I have two ears; the world is mine.
 
                                  
                    With feet to take me where I'd go. 
                    With eyes to see the sunset's glow. 
                     With ears to hear what I'd know. 
                     Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. 
               I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.
 


Double Nickel, 10/28/02

My wife and best friend will soon turn fifty-five;
I owe her for my sanity and just for being alive.
She took me to the hospital, and helped me heal;
now I can laugh, but then the pain, and the chill.

In over thirty-four years we had so much to cheer;
and now and then some moments causing us to fear.
Through it all we’ve always complemented each other;
she raised two great kids, sometime three, as our mother.
 

So the love of my life now turns the big double nickel,
She changes her mind, at times I’m tempted to call her fickle.
Overall she’s been, a heck of a find, one joy after another,
a keeper one I would never think to trade her for any other.

We adopted, the cutest little kitten, a real bandit we’ve seen her grow,
she stole our hearts, as we keep busy and watch her getup-and-go.
Our life has been a real struggle, but love has made it mostly great,
hey gorgeous; it’s your fifty-fifth birthday we’re here to celebrate!

Love always and forever,
your hubby, best friend and lover....PeterR



THANK YOU FOR BEING 
MY VALENTINE! - 2/14/2002

I want to thank you for being my sweet Valentine.
More importantly I want to thank you for being mine.
We’ve known each other for thirty-five some years.
All in all not many tears, but a whole lot of cheers.
Married for over thirty-three years, says a lot for us too,
raised two great responsible kids, thanks to me and you.

Valentine’s Day is for the young, and who just don’t know,
wondering if their relationship stays the same or will it grow.
I do know about our union for certain, that we’ll be fine;
we’ll visit the kids, cruise from port-to-port, and enjoy fine wine.
I can tell that the next thirty-five years will be just as great,
we can look forward to enjoy things together and to celebrate.

On Valentine’s Day couples pledge their love for one another,
my love for you is constant, and will constantly get stronger.
I can’t ever imagine being without you a day my sweetheart,
so I too will pledge my love once again straight from my heart.
Wishing you a happy Valentine’s Day to my best friend, lover and wife.
May our love last forever, but for at least another thirty-five years or to life.

Love always,

Your hubby, best friend and lover,   PeterR




This Day Finally Came! 8/4/2001

Wow!  This day finally came.
They really called your name.
We’re so proud, your mother and I,
You conquered the lows and reached some highs.

You’re a college graduate now son,
Ready to continue, you’ve earned a little more fun.
You are your own man, as you now proceed,
You’ll make your mark, when you follow or lead.

Please remember, when you need us we’re near,
Mom and I will cheer you on, this never fear.
As the stages of you life is starting to unfold,
Know you’ll do well, since you’re from a solid mold.
We wish you a happy graduation day to you today,
Though it’s been said before, “you did it your way”.

Love always,

Mom & Dad




Thirty-three Years, 6/2001

You and I are friends, and have been lovers, for years,
Thirty-three to be exact, for this we now must cheer.
We’re best friends, and this is the way we’ll stay,
There for each other, no matter what some may say.

Let’s hope that we’ll have yet thirty-three more,
We’ll work, love and strive for thirty-four.
It’ll get easier sweetie, I hope, and real soon,
Then we can relax, travel, and sing our tune.

I love you now, and honey you know I always will,
The thought of being without you gives me the chill.
Happy anniversary sweetheart for the thirty-third time,
Our love for each other doesn’t need any other signs.

Love always,

Your hubby, PeterR


GETTING OLD, 1/2001

Wisdom hell, I’m just plain getting old,
this I hear, often this I’m told.
When I think of chewing gum, I frown,
for fear of losing a filling or a crown.

I now watch a lot of events of sorts,
I used to be active in several sports.
Still being older is better then what’s next,
as I work on my new book of poetic text.

I still have so much I want to do, and see,
so dear God watch over my honey and me.
I want to travel, and babe I’d like to show you,
far away, where I was born, and where I played too.

I really don’t mind getting old hon,
as long as we set aside some time for fun.
I get these ideas, young thoughts I think,
like to sip on wine, frolick as I smile and wink.
PeterR

TO CREATE IS TO GIVE, r12/2000

I create for I want to give something of me back,
a legacy, long after I'm gone, and sent to pack.
My life to date has been a lesson of many sorts;
to love, learn, earn, and to watch or play sports.
One of my biggest wish is that if I could make one claim,
no matter how slight, to 'make a difference', just the same.
The way I see it, otherwise life was all a waste,
I've learned so much, I need to share this taste.

The secret of life and death is what I can't seem to embrace,
why some check out so early, and others live in their place.
Is there someone keeping records, and do they know the score?
It would be nice to know how long, should I get ready, and more!
Our life seems to keep turning around.  Looks dismal for now.
We're waiting on things, and another sign, like when and how.
Thank you for listening, and we'll promise to do our share,
like be charatible, and helpful to others for we both care!
     PeterR


My Birthday Wish For You, 11/00

I wish for you, my best friend a long life,
with me by your side, stride for stride.
I wish for you my wife to be always healthy,
being together with me, will keep us wealthy.

I wish the mother of my children much deserved fun,
we watch the dreams unfold, for our daughter and son.
I wish my lover, and partner continuos joy,
as we love, refocus, build, and always enjoy.

You are all these to me, and I’m so very glad,
without you I found out that I’m lonely and sad.
So, Happy Birthday to you, my mate, and many more,
you’re the ‘landlord’ of my life.  You’re the one I adore!
     With all my love,
PeterR



"MY WORLD ON THE NET"10/00

Welcome to my world, my little corner, on the Internet;
here I write what I feel, so what you see is what you get.
I want to learn something new each and every day;
it has nothing to do with living or even getting paid.
I feel better, for creating a poem based on knowledge;
something new, by watching, not learned in college.

It's been quite awhile since I've written a poem that's new,
the lack of new material is the cause, so my topics are few.
Still I try to learn, from others doing their chores,
making a living out of need, or shopping in stores.

Recently I learned that people will always bitch and moan,
they don't pay much mind to others or what has been shown.
Most will do the easy part of a job first, then they complain.
rather struggle at the end, than to coast, and leave work sane.
I need to learn, to experience new, and to add new poems,
when you visit, I want you to see the additions to my home.

     PeterR



LIFE IN A BOTTLE, 8/00

We are all born with bottles that are of different size
I finally figured it out, they stay with you as a prize.
These bottles come half-empty or are they half-full?
Add precious fluids for things we’ve learned in school.
One can gain for little things, like when to go or to stop,
the fluid that can be vital, which can be added as a drop,
This liquid is required for a healthy long life,
Will you be someone’s husband or dear wife?

Experience of doing new things is good too,
New tasks you just mastered, will help you.
Be a friend to others, and do plan to get along,
every now and then you can burst into a song.
People may say you are crazy or somewhat weird,
they’ll think you maybe a fool, but happily cheered.
Life is what you save, an empty bottle means you’re out,
you’ll fall, cry for help, no one will care or hear your shout.

PeterR


WE’RE BACK AT WORK!  7/00

We both got the call, and we’re back at work;
now I can laugh at the face of that unfair jerk.
She fired me without a cause, now she can go to hell;
for our life is once again back on course, ready to gel.

Life plays wicked jokes on us, and to all those we meet;
how we interact with friends, bosses and others we greet.
We both like our new jobs, and that is nearly half the fun;
we’ll payoff our old bills, cruise yearly, following the sun.

Soon we’ll look for and buy a new house, with a real small lot;
here in Florida, I don’t want be outside, for its too damn hot!
I will sooner pay someone else to cut our lawn and to trim the shrubs;
while my honey and I sip on a cool brew enjoying our new hot tub.
PeterR



THIRTY-TWO YEARS, 6/16/2000

We met at this dance, to which I had no plans to go;
Later I found out, that to dancing you kept saying no.
We were both dragged by our respective friends;
for them, going alone would be against the trend.
I didn’t like your dress, but still thought you were cute;
We danced the night away, a new couple out of the chute.
It happened just that way, I guess it was fate, God’s wish;
For thirty-two years later, we are still a duo, we still kiss.

A year and a half later we said our vows, and we were wed;
‘for better or for worse till death due us part’, we both said.
We created our first bundle of joy, she was a little girl;
She was, and still is precious to us as an exquisite pearl.
Soon followed our second, our last, and he was boy;
equalized our family as two girls, and now two boys.
We had fun, two of us and the kids, in those growing up years;
we too enjoyed sharing, as we visited places for joy, and cheers.

Our two kids are responsible adults, of whom we are very proud;
if you met, and spoke to them, they’d both stand out in any crowd.
That leaves just the two of us, and we’ve been this way for awhile;
Like vagrants, moving from place to place, not by wish or by style.
Still on the scale of one to ten, to me you are close to a ten;
a little stability hon, and we too will get our place with a den.
I want to wish you a very happy anniversary babe, and much more;
thirty-two more with my mate, lover, and the wife whom I adore.

All my love;

PeterR



APARTMENT LIVING, 5/2000

People are moving in, people are moving out;
That’s what apartment living is all about.
Some begin their lives with full of love, and hope;
While others leave for they just couldn’t cope.

Still living in an apartment is really not so bad;
those starting out, sharing: “check out our pad!”
It also makes sense, but this is sort of sad;
raised a family, empty-nesters’ moms and dads.

Apartments are recycled as lives are told;
here the young co-exists with the old.
The only requirement here is to pay the rent;
Some do this without food just to avoid debt.

PeterR



UNTITLED, 4/2000

There was a grand fellow named Mel,
Whom I never got to know well.
We had but one visit,
That isn't much is it?
Too soon I must bid thee farewell.
See you on the flipside, Mel.

Doc



ODE TO OUR DEAN, 3/2000

You're in charge, and yes you're the dean;
I can't figure out why must you be so mean?
It seems you choose to ignore me unless you need;
something minor, that 'even' I can do, and succeed.

I work hard, and try in every way to please you;
it seems in your mind, I can't win no matter what I do.
You taught me to be what you wanted, and now I'm wrong?
now I do what you ask, oh God, I got to be strong.

I know that you are with child, and hormones run wild;
couldn't you take it out on another, I too am one's child.
I'm a responsible person, who has yet to miss a single day;
asked for a day off, and you threaten that it'll be 'no pay'.

I need to stay put, for just a little more, so I'll stay pat;
then I'll find a suitable slot, and you'll miss your doormat.
So dear dean, I hold no grudge, I ask for nothing but respect;
something I've earned, it's what, even from you, I expect!

PeterR



YEAR OF THE MOVES, 2/2000

What a year!  What's in store for our clan?
All four of us will be moving, that is the plan.
In fact my wife and I, may even get to move twice;
now that our house is sold, and we got our price!
She'll be near her family, but not sure where or when.
Next few months will see us all moving now and then.

My son may move into my place, but now where do I go;
depends on a few things which at this time we don't know.
Daughter will move into her new appartment, near here;
soon we'll have the whole family in the moving gear.
Will I stay near, or will I be moving further west;
a little guidance God, since you seem to know best.

If I move further west, my mate will be moving there;
we'll know this in two weeks, I'll wait, it seems fair!
Dear God how the time has flown, not long ago we were a unit;
now we are living apart, moving whenever it seems to fit.
Everyone moving at once, can this be a record, and do we win?
all moving near the same time, it's hard for it to sink in.

PeterR



THIS ONE IS ABOUT ME, 1/2000

The gift I give to me is wanting to be free;
that is the only way I'll find out the true me!
I've been alone, and find myself in deep thoughts;
about commitments lifted and taken away in floats.

I find that I like myself more often than NOT;
I don't fight, but atleast I give things a shot.
I've learned that one comes into being all alone;
don't need to create or leave behind one's clone.
One should have the right to clean up their life's mess;
from a union, make peace with God and each other no less.

PeterR


OUR SECOND CHANCE, 12/99
A few of us in life, get a second chance to go back;
but we will try, and this time I won't be quick to pack.
Thirty-one years there for each other, can't be wrong;
we'll have to both help the healing, and be very strong

We'll sell our house, and you'll move north;
it sure beats you or I going back and forth!
You'll get work soon, and life for us will get better;
I'm sure you won't ever have to write me a letter.

PeterR


SITTING HERE THINKING, 11/99

Sitting here and thinking about things;
Waiting for a sign, the telephone to ring.
Words were said and things were done;
I was lectured by my daughter and son.

I suppose for this I am partially to blame;
For them to not mind their business is lame.
I could have prevented this by telling a lie;
A strange trait for me, as I think and I sigh.

I want to be free, and move on and not care;
join my soul mate, and our lives we'll share.
She is my counterpart, sail, rudder, and anchor;
also my conscience as well as my inner core.

I truly love her, and we soon will be one;
Enjoying each other, and having tons of fun.
Keep the faith my angel, for you deserve the best;
the hell with anyone defying us, we passed the test!

PeterR


THE MANICURED LAWNS OF LIFE, 10/99

We are all blades of grass in the earth's well manicured
 lawn.  We all have the same start. We all relate 
to those around us because we know no different. Then 
magically, a few blades out grow, reach toward the sun, and
 eventually turn to seed. Our seeds blow over the rest of the
 lawn, and fertilize the sections that attract out
 interests.
 

We can never go back to be the same blade of grass that we
 started out to be. Even if we tried, it may be that patch where
 we once resided had developed root rot and died. We
 all have a place in the manicured world, however, some blades
 need to reshape the configuration of the landscaping. Our minds,
 attitudes, powers of being, allow our blades to become unique
 and a productive member of the horticulturist community.
 
 
Hope you can see my point in this and utilize some of the many
 facets I was alluding to. What an euphoric experience to once be
 a blade of Kentucky blue grass, transform into a beautiful Arizona
 cactus, move onto a Canadian Oak, and then a Texas Rose.
  All these stages of transformation have built a beautiful yard
 of human existence. But what characteristic is present thruout
 the entire process?  This I leave up to you to figure out.
 
  
By DianeC
 



LOOKING FOR WORK, 9/99

Looking for work is really a full-time job;
all I hear are broken promises, but am I to sob?
People advertise to meet with you, just for sport;
for they have no job, it seem they are the same sort.

But tomorrow is another day, and I will land one;
you'll see, for enough drills this time it's done.
The frustration continues for people look at you and lie;
as you put your best foot forward to fit in and try.

It's like a dog chasing it's tail, I'll finish number two;
once again all the effort down the drain, makes me stew.
Still there has to be a job for me, I am good and fair; 
I will not rest till I'm sitting in my office on my chair.

PeterR



Signed With A Tear, 8/99

I'm crying too much today. Maybe the times are not right. 
Why would you want my tears. On this paper as I now write.
It's only my aching heart. That makes the tears flow.
They pour upon the paper.  Yet you would'nt even know.

You said I'm sweet and caring. You said that from the start. 
You led me to believe this. So why now the aching heart.
The pain and feel of despair.  Your words could make it better. 
I'm still sweet and caring.  Now I should sign this letter.
How will I sign this letter?  Should I sign it with a tear?
Believing in your words.  The ties still pulling here.
Hope


Happy Fourth of July, 7/99

It's not another day this is July Fourth,
let's enjoy and send the celebration forth.
Before the millenium, it's the last of it's kind,
let's send this out with a blast and clear the mind!

Start anew next year and vow to always make it better!
For this country was founded by ambitious go-getters. 
We owe it to ourselves to thrive and also work hard,
balancing obligation and play, don't get caught off guard.
 

This place is great, and is something we can each preserve,
so many ethnic backgrounds, keep respect and love in reserve!
We can flourish, for we do have an agenda which must be our goal,
remembering the basics, freedom, respect and love we'll soar!

PeterR
 

The Difference Between Strength and Courage
 
It takes strength to be firm,
It takes courage to be gentle.
 
It takes strength to stand guard,
It takes courage to let down your guard.
 
It takes strength to conquer,
It takes courage to surrender.
 
It takes strength to be certain,
It takes courage to have doubt.
 
It takes strength to fit in,
It takes courage to stand out.
 
It takes strength to feel a friend's pain,
It takes courage to feel your own pain.
 
It takes strength to hide your own pains,
It takes courage to show them.
 
It takes strength to endure abuse,
It takes courage to stop it.
 
It takes strength to stand alone,
It takes courage to lean on another.
 
It takes strength to love,
It takes courage to be loved.
 
It takes strength to survive,
It takes courage to live.
 
If you feel you have neither,
May the world hug you today
With its warmth, and love.
And may the wind carry a voice
That tells you there is a friend
Sitting in another corner of Houston wishing you well!

Diane



 
SOULMATES, 5/99

It happened on the computer, the Internet,
where we chatted and where we first met.
We started by kidding, joking and carrying on,
chanted each other’s names and had innocent fun.

Soon we began to flirt and really started to care,
as it turned serious, found so much we shared.
Seems we’ve known each other for so long, 
as our relationship and love grew so strong.

We even began talking, yes on the phone,
our chemistry, your voice, fits like notes to a song.
Exchanged pictures and I for one want to say,
I cannot wait to meet you, and for that very day.

Our meeting will be magical, this I hope you can see,
I love the spirit of your soul, and your whole being.
When we’ll meet and you’ll look into my eyes,
we’ll kiss as we drown in each other’s sighs.

PeterR



CRIBBAGE....JUST A GAME, 4/99

Cribbage is just a game, for some, but not for me;
for I can play this dumb game till I can barely see!
You see I play the ‘zone’, on the net, against others;
these are real people, someone’s sister or brother.

The games can be rated or a ladder match;
lately I’ve been losing allot, what’s the catch?
I seem to be doing pretty much as always;
peg when I can and making the same plays.

I psyche myself each time I play, that winning will start;
but without decent cards, another loss goes on my chart.
This is the mystery, I had a ten match losing streak end;
Are the Cribbage Gods angry?  For an answer I need  to send!
Dear Cribbage Gods: “Do I find another game?”  Give me a sign!
I love this game, so ask me to stay and please help me shine.

PeterR
  



THE OTHER PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW, 2/99

Respect the other person's point of view,
Unless you have been in his or her shoes.
Life is all about learning, from people you meet,
It's a challenge I look forward to when I first greet.
Everyone has a right to say what's on their mind;
Providing that it has a meaning and not just blind.

Empathy is to feel another person's joy or pain;
You cannot judge him or her to be normal or insane.
Without trading places with him, and be eating his food;
One cannot understand that individual's reasons or mood.
Life has dealt us all similar, but a different set of cards;
How you play them, and react to others will set you apart.

PeterR


A Need I Cannot Explain, Revised 9/12/06


I have this crush, a desire and yes an unexplainable need,
This the infrequent telephone calls and emails will not feed! 
I yearn to crush my soul mate chest-to-breast, but she is afar,
We can’t have it both ways so we have to stay miles apart.

My body worked like a fine tuned machine with her around,
I think of things which are considered mostly out of bounds.
Still I want to talk, kiss, feel, mount and fill her as we ride,
After we’d chuckle and laugh till it hurts both of our sides.

It had to be more than lust, recalling the deed after all these years,
I think of lapping them stiff erasers that weekend, which I will cheer.
I’ll cherish it forever, and as I recollect it, he stirs and I just smile,
Happy days soul mate, think of lemon & lime and keep me on file!

XXXXXXXXX PeterR
  


MY ANITA, 12/98

Meet my new friend, who to me is so much more, and she happens to be from down-under;
Anita is her name, a chipper, perky, full-of-life person, for  whose presence I hunger.
We are quite a pair, desiring each other's company in so many ways;
kind of funny, dealing with time and that her nights are really my days.
   
She just gave me the best surprise that I still cannot believe;
A weekend, the telephone call, and fun that we'll surely relive!
We are crazy you know, like two kids clinging on to an impossible dream;
Hey baby, if you're not busy typing...lol...can you please pass me the cream.

She e-mails me her thoughts and feelings each and every day;
telling me things, clearing up subjects we started to say.
This is one heck of a joy ride, we both take turns to drive;
Hope it's a long one, as we experience, and add spice to our lives!

This is strange this unscheduled train ride of this, our life;
you with your painful memories, and me with a complacent wife.
Let's enjoy each other to the fullest, now and each and every time;
do not worry about tomorrow love, let's live for today and sign!

Recently, your computer froze, caused our delightful chat to unravel and reeling;
This technical glitsch, you quickly solved by e-mailing me your strong feelings.
You then had this cute little hissy fit, with which we dealt with yet another way;
Needless to say we are back, stronger and ever as our love is ready to face another day!!

Peter R.


I AM YOUR JOB

I am your job.
Please take good care of me.
Perhaps you don’t think much of me at times,
but if you should wake some morning and find me gone,
you would start the day with an uneasy feeling.
From me you get food, clothing, shelter and necessities.
Considering the fact that you need me for so many things,
I wonder why you neglect me as you do at times.
What if I should slip away from you?
Your happiness would go along with me.
Your folks at home would worry,
and your bank account would dwindle.
You would be forced to forego many things, 
that make life most pleasant.
Your clothes would look shabby,
your courage would weaken,
your dash would depart,
you would be beaten!
So, after all I am very important to you!
Please cherish me,
please take good care of me,
and I will take good care of you---
I AM YOUR JOB!!!

Author Unknown


MY NEW CAR, 6/98

We’ve just leased a new car, that is great;
it’s what I really wanted, I must now rate.
A loaded-up RAV 4, it can quickly gain speed;
a car that fits my style, and has everything I need.

It’s the color of a shined-up penny, not what I’d choose;
but it’s different, now I can drive a car that I can’t lose.
My honey likes it alot, for it’s tall, cute and seems to coast;
‘Peanut’ is what she named it for it’s smaller than most.

I get to drive it every other month, this I look forward to;
this way we keep the miles down, and it always feels new.
My wife teases me that she will not let me drive it, next month;
but I know that she is kidding, for I leave first, she likes to taunt.

Peter R.


A BELATED BIRTHDAY WISH, 3/22/98

A belated birthday wish, which I can now share;
to my sister, who turned fifty and I wasn’t there.
Please accept this birthday poem, and you are not old!
It’s from the deeper part of my mind as this was on hold.
These great feelings are now pouring out of my heart, 
as I rearranged my life, and a new course I now chart.

I write the first of many poems, to my number one fan; 
other than my wife and daughter who knew that I can.
This is a special poem to a wonderful lady, my sis;
I hope you had a ball in Cancun, the party I missed.
I’ll miss your timely calls, but now we’ll call just to stay in touch;
your encouragements and obvious concern meant so much!

The jokes, really did the trick, as you managed to cheer me up; 
when I was down, but not out, you called to ask “what’s up?”
It’s my turn to wish you well, and to enjoy your family, they’re great;
we should be thankful, for in this crazy world, our four kids really rate.
Happy fiftieth birthday to you, this baby sister of mine;
I love you!   In my eyes and heart you’ll always shine!

Love always, your big brother;

Peter R.


The following poem was written awhile back by my new
friend Eugene, with minor changes by yours truly.
Eugene at ninety is an inspiration to me
and should be an example to most.


DEAR LORD, 2/98

Today dear Lord, I'm eighty, and there's much I haven't done.
I hope dear Lord, you'll let me live until I'm eighty-one.
But then, if I haven't finished all I want to do;
would you let me stay around, until I'm eighty-two?

So many places I want to go, so very much to see;
Could you manage to let me stick around till eighty-three?
The world is changing very fast, there is so much in store!
I'd like it very much, to live until I'm eighty-four.
And if by then I'm still alive;
I'd like to stay till eighty-five!

More planes will be up in the air, so I'd like to stick;
and see what happens to this world when I turn eighty-six.
I know dear Lord it's much to ask, it must be nice in Heaven.
But it sure would be nice to stay until I'm eighty-seven.
I know by then I won't be fast, and sometimes will be late;
but it would be so pleasant to be around at eighty-eight.

I will have seen so many things, and had a wonderful time;
So, I'm sure that I'll be willing to leave at eighty-nine.
Maybe? - Just one thing more dear Lord, I thank you kindly;
but if it's okay with you, I'd love to live past ninety!

By Eugene L.


OUR WILD KINGDOM, 1/98

We live in South Florida for around three and a half years;
we were not warned of wild animals wanting to be our piers.
We’ve had frogs camping right on my bedroom window glass;
one was killed at five am by someone’s cat; that was a blast!

We had lizards, of all sizes, they just saunter in at will;
they’re harmless, but uninvited even when standing still.
A fruit rat moved in with us last month, that was swell;
for we could have done without it’s horrendous smell.
They trapped, killed and carried out the beast in a few days; 
then I rat-proofed the attic; I fell as I stepped between the bays.

Most recently while working in my office, my mouth went ajar;
for I noticed a three-and-a-half foot snake in front of our bar.
Since the bar is mirrored, this creature looked twice the size;
I called for advice, watching my guest without blinking my eyes; 
They all told me that they didn’t handle snakes, they were smart; 
I swept my uninvited burden out, while feeling my pounding heart.

These are episodes that others claim are quite normal here;
has us rethinking our move, for sheer annoyance and fear.
The only way I’ll allow a creature inside our home to live;
a pet if we choose to buy or a gift, someone decides to give.

Peter R
 


ANTHOLOGY BANQUET, 12/97

It was a great evening, planned by John and the crew;
I don’t know when they find the time to do what they do.
They keep on top of all the members and looking to recruit more;
publish an anthology, plan to get younger members.  What a chore!
Poetry, no matter what form should be taught and passed on as a gift;
like a batton, in a race, otherwise without a cause, the young may drift.

My wife and I met our counterparts, with little effort and with relative ease;
to say we had a great time would be an understatement, we were pleased.
It was the first affair with the Poets of Palm Beaches, that I’ve been to;
and plan to become more active, attend some readings and meetings too.
 

It was great to see people of all ages, united by poetry as the common thread;
with their love to write, and their supportive spouses along for breaking bread.
If it works on a small scale, to maintain and flourish our talented little group;
can this be the missing piece, a common thread that can unite larger troops?
A lesson we can pass onto people on a much greater scale, for we’ve learned;
our country, with freedom as a common thread, our flag should never be burned!
 

Peter R.



MY VALENTINE, 2/90; R11/97

I love my wife, she's my one and only Valentine;
after all, we've been married for a long time.
I confess that I don't always act in romantic ways;
that's because I can't fit all my love into specific days.

Let me try and put what's in my heart, into words;
my wife is a part of me, like feathers are to birds.
When we're apart, my heart feels empty and sad;
then we get together, and I'm so very glad.

So my Valentine remember, you and I are one;
together forever, we'll always have lots of fun.
This an easy promise, that I'll faithfully keep;
for I love you and I love you more, as I repeat.

Listen to me, my wife and my lover;
for me there will never be another.
You're the very best wife I've ever had;
a little humor, now don't you get mad.

If you feel towards me, like I feel towards you;
then we are living a life, enjoyed by just a few.
I close this poem with love and many kisses;
delivered, each and every day to my missus.

Love always, your hubby;
Peter R.



ODE TO OUR SON, 10/97

In just four days, you’ve waited, learned and than received;
gaining in knowledge, patience as I helped you plant the seed.
Son, when you arrived and I met you that Friday, and that night;
you had many negative thoughts, uncertainties and were full of fright.

When the worse news seemed to overcome the two of us on Sunday;
we were shut out by three dealers, I asked you to stay for one more day.
Not knowing of your morning appointment, we did hope you could stay;
Monday started better, you were able to reschedule the meeting to Tuesday;

One of the dealers had us approved to buy, but it wasn’t your first choice;
things looked more promising, as your confidence returned to your voice.
Than we got the call we waited for, your first choice, an approved loan;
on a shiny, blue, new Saturn, not even a lease, but a car you somehow own.

We than rushed to pick up your new car, hoping they wouldn’t change their mind;
you were still doubtful. until the very end when we approved the papers and signed.
You than let me drive this gorgeous car of yours, which seem to meet your every wish;
you than left to drive north, leaving behind some more memories we now cherish.

After your meeting, your boss recognized that you stand out in a crowd;
received that well-deserved promotion to Store Manager, we’re so proud.
With it came a large increase in pay, we believe that your on your way;
patience pays, remember for all of this occurred in just four short days.
Your mom and I are so happy for you, we’ve always felt you’ll grow;
and at just twenty-four this you have achieved and this you’ve shown.

Love always, Mom and Dad

Peter R.




MY MOTHER, 2/89-R9/97

I spoke with my mother just the other day;
on the telephone, for she lives so far away.
I mentioned to her that as a frustrated poet, I love to rhyme;
she than asked: “did you write about your mother, at any time?”.

I thought about this, for a minute or maybe it was two;
and I replied: “yes mom, one poem even mentions you.
I then read to her the poem, much to her delight;
while thinking to myself: “was this an oversight?”.

My poems deal with people and things important to me;
forgetting my mother, is like the British forgetting their tea.
After all, my dearest mother, I owe you so very much;
for my life, and all those years for your reassuring touch.
I owe you for preparing me to live my own life;
for being a decent dad, and a good mate to my wife.

So mom, although this is one debt I can’t fully repay;
remember, for you I am here each and every day.
These are the values I live by and will always cherish;
and mom, please remember: “I’ll love you till I perish”.

Love always;

Peter R.


WHAT’S WRONG?  YOU ASK, 8/97

What’s wrong working in a typical office, you ask;
I have noticed how much different the workers act.
Years ago, men and women told jokes and funny stories;
today they share some small talk, but mostly their worries.

Men will not tell off-color jokes to their female counterparts;
fearing sexual harassment suits may blemish their personnel chart.
Women won’t tell these jokes to men because, they’ll get labeled "easy";
this tends to make everyone act artificial, without any flirting or teasing.

I don’t have the answer, I can’t even say that it’s wrong this way;
without any humor to share, sure makes it seem like a long, full day 
I don’t know where we are headed, but all work without any play;
makes the days drag, and noone has anything worthwhile to say.
 

What you have now are little coffee cloches, with a group of girls here;
a bunch of guys there; like it was at parties in the sixties, just add beer.
There must be a compromise of some way to share some fun;
male or female, we deserve to laugh when our work is done.

Peter R.
 

GOOD NEWS, 7/97

This poem is designed to promote good news;
start each day with it like in comfortable shoes.
The trouble is that we’d rather hear something bad;
happening to someone else, this makes us feel glad.

I’m looking to start a good news channel on radio and tv;
should you need a pick-me-up; turn the switch to hear or see.
Go one step beyond, and make it available twenty-four hours;
it’ll make your radiant face forget, a little while it was sour.
 

In this day when weather and golf can be viewed at will;
a good news channel may help one get over his or her ills.
So you rich eccentric millionaires, jump abroad, the good news train;
it will return your investment, by turning it sunny from a day of rain.

The time has come for good news to be made available to us all;
let us know of lottery winners, and of short people growing tall.
Properly packaged, it makes unlimited material ready to air;
progress and good news will be our future, the winning pair.

Peter R.
 

KNOW YOUR MATE-TO-BE!, 6/97

When you meet that special someone;
rest assured that your search is half done.
The next move, is to find out about your mother-in-law-to-be;
for this is what you can expect your future wife-to-be.
Does she like to shop?  Does she like to eat?
My friend rest assured, history will repeat!

Does your mother-in-law-to-be remember only the bad?
Over the years, to dwell on the negative, that's so sad.
Is she messy and selfish?  Or is she real neat?
My impressionable friend; history will repeat!

Does she like to yak on the telephone?
A trait passed on, need not be shown.
Your future mate is a young mother-in-law-to-be:
continue your search, for history will repeat!

Finally, is your mother-in-law-to-be a joy to be with?
This will be your wife; how sure are you of the fit?
Be critical, be demanding, plan for it to last forever;
for you to entertain any other thoughts, wouldn't be clever.
Does her mother nag about the cold, the rain or the heat?
Keep on looking, you can bet that history will repeat!

Peter R.


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