Waxing Lyrical on a Wednesday – Come by

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Come by

Come by me, my love,
close, hold me to you.

Let’s stay like this, throughout the aft’
until this evening comes.

The week itself has drawn me,
left me feeling soft.

The weekend now reviving
and your heart its sweetness turns.

For the life ahead sustain me,
Walk me close to him and pray.

For the love that poured out for me,
Compelled not was the cup.

Just let the depths of our hearts,
entwine this scarlet thread.

Come by me, my love, 
your tender arms, they friend me.

Come by me, my mate,
until the morning comes.

Come by. Come by.

Original poem by Humble Donkey. This poem may be reproduced electronically for non commercial purposes, without express permission and with a link to this blog post.

Waxing Lyrical on a Wednesday

Wife and Husband

Wife and husband touching base

– winter gloves and hats, in new place –

“how’s this system working out for you?”

within top drawer by the front door blue.

“Quite good  –  but could – it not be refined?

for there is a flaw within”

“Really?” comes reply with ear inclined.

“Do you not find hats and gloves snug there in?”

“Yes but only if they’re placed in there.

And that’s the weakness of your system new”

“Do explain oh special one! – eyes now rolling to a stare”

Excited, barely hesitates he – to share his crazy view –

“When Tony Stark the Iron Man lands

on the roof of his building in that Avengers band

and machines pop up, take gloves and hat.

and keeps them ready for his exit that –

will later happen when he springs to leave –

the gloves and hat are sure to cleave”

“Stop!! I’ve no idea of what you speak!”

Husband patiently repeats.

“Oh I see now”, the lightbulb glows

there is a flaw and now she knows –

“sadly, it depends on husband placing true,

the gloves and hat by the front door blue”

“You are so special, my husband sure -“

says wife with warmth and heart so pure.

husband says “thank you so much -”

and extends gloved hand – for her tender touch.

Original poem by Humble Donkey. Inspired by a true conversation.

May be reproduced electronically for non-commercial purposes with a link to this blog post.

Waxing Lyrical on a Wednesday

Husband to wife –

cries out in mock frustration,

“The things I absorb for love”.

“You think you are the only one who does such a thing”

says lovely, sharp as a razor, quick witted wife

“Why – you think other men have to do this also?” flies his retort

“Not others, me!”says wife.

“What are you absorbing for love?” comes his reply

“I am not telling, says she, then I wouldn’t be absorbing”

“Nice one!” says husband to wife.

 

An original poem by Humble Donkey.  Can be reproduced electronically without express permission so long as there is a link to this post.

Happy Anniversary to Mrs. Humble Donkey

Nine years ago today – I tied the beautiful knot with my lovely wife. Couldn’t be more happy, more blessed, more looking forward to the next 9.

We walked down the aisle as Husband and Wife, Mr. & Mrs. to this sweet tune –