Kneehigh to an Indiana Jigger(Raanana, January 19, 2018) When I was kneehigh to an Indiana jiggerOnly birds tweeted and their tweets were longerThan a hundred and forty characters,Posts came in and went out tin boxesWith rounded roofs and red metal flagsThat notified you when you had mail,And when you shared somethingIt got divided among those you shared it withInstead of getting multiplied by infinity.I'm not saying time...

They were on their way home to their brownstone in the Lower East Side. Walking together in the chill, abundant, evening air while wet fluffy flakes fell. She stopped, turned, and smiled up at him with nostalgic eyes. "What is it?" Droplets of precipitation stuck to the umbrella he had in his hand. Holding it up and over the two of them. Sniffing the clean refreshed air he head tilted at her. Then leaning down to kiss her...

Memories everywhere. I used to try and put them away or keep them safe, Not sharing. Such a part of me. Making me who I am. What my life has become. Doesn't mean I can't make new ones. I can share them all.   Never ending memories, I have not lost.   In a thousand different ways, never will I forget. Forever missed and always loved.  Memories I hold on    

To Love ...Is to share the good and the bad,the joy and the sorrow,sad days and the glad;To Love ...Is to give again,to please and to pamper,such joy it will bring;To Love ...is to forgivethe large and the small,instead of recall;To Love ...Is to lose something precious and dear,yet gracefully give it up without even a tear. Note: This poem was written and submitted for publication in a small local newsletter by Katy with...

I prayed to the heavens and God above and asked Him to send me someone to love; I prayed for someone with love to share; a man not afraid to honestly care;I prayed for someone to love faithfully,for our time on earth and infinitely;I placed my dreams within God's hands; In the form of a prayer for my ideal man;  I've always wanted a love pure and true; I found it the day God sent me you. 

Can I steal away with you into the quiet night? Make love with sweet abandon till dawn's early morning light? Can we hold each other close, forget the world outside?Knowing one unto the other, having nothing left to hide? Can I tell you, darling, that my love for you is true?Will you finally share with me that you love me, too? 

I don't know what it is that sets you apart; I knew you were special right from the start; You touched a place within my heart; That had been sleeping for many a year; We always share what's on our mind; The exact same thing, at the same time;Our hearts seem to beat to the same rhyme;Which brings about a joyful tear; I know deep inside Who brought you to me; He knew all along how amazing we'd be; Together as a couple just...

I certainly wasn't looking at all that day for a friendProblems in my world and unhappy some daysFilling my time and trying to keep busy in so many waysI gave it a shot and started to talk, wishing our conversations would not endYou listened politely never judging my actionsNo matter the subject, you just lent me your earManners and literate, a bonus at times missing I fearYou left for a while, returned, perhaps you can i...

You’re my sweetest friend Who always makes my day Forever friends until the end I love everything that you say We have known each other two years We met on a website You are incredibly dear We talk in the day and the night We laugh about all kinds of things And care for one another You protect me with your wings You’re as kind as my mother or brother You send me the sweetest notes And always ask how I’m feeling You share...

That person on the street is someone's relative.[Dedicated to both the caring and the homeless.]In his place on a quiet block – There lived a very simple man. His walk like steps to music, He always had a Master plan.*He thought of others constantly, And how each lived their life. His kindness never overlooked, As he helped a hundred souls in strife.*So many tired and all alone – On corners and in alleys. He never asked t...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere it has been stolen. Once in a blue moon, I glimpse a special soul, Reflections of myself, A sense of being home. Once in a blue moon, Dancing in the moonlight, Rapture, adoration, Imaginary love. Once in a blue moon, Dreaming of being one, Wishes, dreams, magic, Set sail across the sea. Once in a blue moon, Grasping, yet un-reaching, To touch, to s...

Silently we touched in bed.I offered you my shoulder and you laid down your head.I celebrated the smell of your skin and your hair.I thanked god Himself that you were there!And then for the first time it became quite clear.I realized what a treasure you were, my dear.I knew because of what you did and did not do.And I knew that I was totally in love with you.What soon unfolded was a magical eventthat was profound yet inno...

Your friendship has give me the confidence to share, My worst and my best and still you care. You see me for who and what I am, really, You accept and support and love freely. You take what is offered and ask nothing more, For me your friendship is wonderful, not a chore. I don’t have to smile if I feel like crying I don’t have to work at it if I don’t feel like trying. You always appear when I need you most, Your spirit...

It’s not your words but the cry behind your voice when you sit across from me, your tea cup gripped and I see your eyes are moist as your knuckle wipes away one tear. Your heart betrays you as you speak, just saying over tea what happened yesterday that rippled through your nerves, brought blood to your face, thumped there by what you saw or heard and how you could not wait to speak to me or anyone who would listen for mo...

Is it really all that kinky if I offer you my Twinkie and suggest that you could eat it just for fun? If I promise not to trickle when I hand you my big pickle will you share it or just quickly turn and run? I know you’d find it icky if I said your fig was sticky since you got it wet and left it in the heat. And you’d punch me in the chest if I reached out and grabbed your breast so I could get a small taste of your chick...