A long look at a while
back, made me smile,
and wonder, again
if another contact would offend.

I suppose there are poets
aplenty, but I don’t know it,
nor know any who are published, I guess,
and have a career they call a success.

Curious about what you think in your mind;
the types of motivation and inspiration you find.
I still want to discuss the poetry you write;
the thoughts that have you reaching for a pen at night.

And now my curious sonnet is through;
and I shall, hopefully, again hear from you.

The memory photo enchants
like the setting suns rays
on the waves
as they, lapping, dance.

And I sigh,
and smile, and watch,
enthralled, mezzmerized,
wanting to touch,

Yet, recognizing that out-reaching,
can often break the trance
of the waves lapping, crashing, beaching,
I quietly watch them dance,

until, at last, reach out to you I must,
and hope your response is kind, gentle, and just.

You checked my smile
and style
by reading my profile.
The words I write
might
have kept you there awhile.

And I hoped, when you were through,
you’d have been smiling, too.

The gauntlet was thrown:
a poet sought!
But yet,
invitations of meeting
were deleted with no regret;
they went for naught.

yet again, another time
he casts his bread
upon her swirling waters;
leaves his rhyme
in her head,

and asks:
What is she searching for?
Really?
An intellect to match her own?
With me she’s home.

A writer, witty and bright?
I’m that (if I can avoid being trite).
Six foot oh oh oh
I’m the wrong height for her stilettos.

(Sigh).
Is that the only reason why
I’m not the guy?
(Sigh).

“I Love to laugh, cuddle, kiss, and think.”

I met a woman;
I made her laugh.
The sparkle in her eyes
was on my behalf.

But to win her,
to cuddle, kiss and coo,
I didn’t buy her dinner.
Instead, I choose to woo

her with smiles and deep words!
(It may sound absurd,
but the unknown reality is,
for intelligent women, this:)

A woman is reached, in her soul and heart,
through her brain, more than any other part.

I have a canoe
down by Red Hook Brew-
ery.
Come do
my canoe
with me.

You can sit in the bow.
I’ll show you how
to pluck stuff from the water;
You might see an otter
or two,
from the canoe.

And when we are done,
you’ll think “That was fun!”
“Unusual, too!”
“Cleaning in a canoe!”

We’ll throw the junk away
we collect that day,
when we’re through.
Just me, you,
and our canoe.