Poetry for Play

Celebrating 39 Years Married

Hobbies are so necessary to happiness, health, relaxation, creativity, renewal, and spiritual increase. I have a number (woodworking, reading, martial arts, now gardening due to potential food chain issue) and others), but poetry has always been my main hobby. Below is one in appreciation that my wife has stuck it out with me for 39 years to co-create children who have gone on to co-create grandchildren.

My father, of Irish and Pennsylvania Dutch stock, was always clear that family was everything and was what it was all about in the end by telling this tale.

When you are being lowered into your grave, look up at who is around you. That’s who you worry about. People get so worked up about this person or that when it is your family that you should sacrifice for and love and fight for everyday. They are the only ones who stick with you in the end. Always keep them first. Always be there for your family like I have been for you guys.”

As a man who worked at Tastykake as a baker during the week, drove a beer truck on Saturday and caddied on Sunday at the Cedarbrook Country Club, he sacrificed his share in the 1950’s and 1960’s to provide for all 8 of us.

Continuing that celebration of the American family, and in celebration of my American family, my marriage anniversary, my wife, my children, and my grandchildren, and the worth of still fighting for the American Way of Life, I offer you the poem Poetry for Play below.

Hope it brightens your day.

Poetry for Play

Tonight, is a night for poetry for play,

of the word well turned in grace

that gently caresses the long neck,

softly lifts the red hair on your head,

opens the fleshy pink folds of your mind,

whispers tenderly to your soul's desire,

and raises, raises, raises and kisses

your expectations with a female understanding

of the worth of tending to the other's wants.

Tonight, I will hold you with no abruptness,

take your flesh's warmth and embrace

and merely embrace it back as fiercely,

expect nothing more and demand even less,

bathed in this moment of pink-dawn light

I will supplicate before your spirited ways,

go to the altar of your life and love,

take the communion of your hope

and live up to it...no lies...no deceit...

no obstacles to your thoughts or beliefs.

Tonight, the ending of this poem is yours.