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The Old Guy … Thinking Of You …

Thinking Of You

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Today I woke thinking of you,

Wanting to hold you close,

Feel your smoldering warmth against me,

Wanting to never let you go.

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Close, ever closer,

I want to share your mysteries,

Your loves and passions.

To be a part of your day …

To be a part of you.

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In the low light,

Your beauty is beyond my words.

I feel your heart racing.

And I am silent in the moment,

Overwhelmed.

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This early morning full of hope,

I celebrate our shared smiles,

Your tender touch,

Soft spoken words of passion,

And whispered … delicate promises.

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jem © 2018

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The Old Guy … Celebrating Afternoon Pie …

In our group of friends and relatives … the term ‘Pie’ means it’s time for dessert. This would be with or without ice cream. 

Unauthorized Cousin Gene … exhibiting a familiar pattern of avoiding authorized photographs. This avoidance behavior seemed to have invaded the afternoon Pie ritual.

Cousin Gene’s sweetheart … Unauthorized Ms Kathy …

The Old Guy joining the epidemic. 

Finished (my part at least) … A perfect end to a memorable treat. The tea was excellent also.

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Living Large With A Smile …

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The Old Guy … Who Knows …


Who Knows

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Who knows what lies behind,

A woman’s eyes.

What unspoken mysteries,

And intrigues,

Just behind sultry lips.

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What can a soft touch tell,

Of the possibilities,

Romance or adventure.

And delicate whispered words,

Ride gently on a hope or promise.

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Who knows what lies behind,

A woman’s eyes.

Whispered words,

From shadowed smile,

Speaks of things that make the heart race.

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Come to me my love,

Touch my heart,

With your loving spirit,

Make me whole,

And alive again.

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In the shadows and soft moonlight,

Passion burns deep within,

From tender embrace,

And soft hands moving slowly,

Closed eyes are knowing.

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Jem © 2018

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The Old Guy … Gentle On The Heart …

Gentle On The Heart

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This new day,

A day of promise.

The warmth of the sunshine,

Makes the heart smile,

Deep inside … where memories rest.

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That touch of comforting light,

On this restless soul,

Tasks one to sing with the wind,

And times long ago,

Finally rest gentle within.

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I remain this day the sum of my passions.

Yesterday and today,

Walk together,

Speak of shared memories and hope,

Of mercy, grace and peace unbound.

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Jem © 2018

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The Old Guy … Doodly-squat …


Doodly-squat

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I have done doodly-squat,

And I do not intend to do doodly-squat.

I have no desire to do anything but doodly-squat,

My deepest inclination is towards doodly-squat.

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I stumble through life and promise doodly-squat,

I am a practitioner extraordinaire of doodly-squat,

Because my mind excels in doodly-squat.

My speech is punctuated by doodly-squat.

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I have taught my cat doodly-squat,

And tomorrow I will produce doodly-squat.

Today my smile reveals doodly-squat,

Yep, a look into the mirror … doodly-squat.

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Jem © 2018

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From the book ‘Swan Song’ by jem 2008 


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The Old Guy … Sister …


Sister

 

I regret that I never met my sister,

Of so many forgotten years ago.

Her life a brief moment;

A wisp of wind that never got started,

With no footsteps left for me to follow.

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What would she have said to me,

The brother she never knew?

Was there wisdom we could have shared,

Or special secrets just for us?

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I regret that I never met my sister,

The simple touch of her hand.

What of her smile, I can only imagine;

Would her laughter light up the room?

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So many years have passed,

Oh, what could have been.

Sweet sister of the past I never knew,

Pray tell know in your restful sleep,

Of a brother’s thoughts and love.

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Jem © 2016

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The Old Guy … New Writing Assistant …

New Writing Assistant …

A touch of Innocence and Curiosity … two of the qualities of a capable Assistant … and be able to fit into small places in a single bound …

My New writing assistant! Image caught during a frequent break to relieve the pressures and demands of being an assistant writer and full-time kibitzer with an unique feminine touch. 

To her credit, she has caught four mice and made countless suggestive edits …

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