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Snowman  SnowLady (for Alexandra)

 

I guess I know who’s in charge of SnowPersons these days

It’s not the writer of this poem, though I’ve built them in so many ways

But the one who has all the answers is my little girl of age seven

And she and snow are the best of friends, you see, they’re both from heaven

 

Now I’ve been building snowmen for most of my childlike life

And I thought I knew (only to find I didn’t) about a snowman and his wife

You see, I would only build SnowMen as if somehow their mates were lost

Until the recent snow we had where my logic turned to frost

 

I said "Look at the snowman I built for you", my daughter looked up in mock disgust

And said "No Daddy, that’s a SnowLady", so my thinking I tried to adjust

I blundered,  "Clothes for our special snowman?" She replied "Daddy, now you’re being bad,

Cause you know that she's a SnowLady", as I looked at SnowLady unclad.

 

In jest I renamed it SnowGirl, she put her hands upon her hips.

And when I called it SnowMaiden she pursed her little lips

And when I called it SnowBabe, with a tear she turned to glare

I’d better call it SnowLady to let her know that I care

 

So I guess I know who’s in charge of SnowLadies these days

It’s not the writer of this poem, seems I’ve built them in all the wrong ways

But the one who has all the answers is my little girl of age seven

And she and snow are best of friends, you see, they’re both from heaven

 

Keith A. Simmons

Musician, songwriter, B2B CFO / Business Consultant , PPA webmaster

 

His hands ran down her back

    She relaxed and smiled

He kneaded her neck

    to remove the days burdens

Massaging her shoulders

    deeply and gently

Her breath passed through her lips

                       emitting a sigh…

 

His massage worked downward

   Relaxing the tensions within

Pressing here, touching there

               arousing her skin

She began to shiver

          in the cool of the room

 

His hands ran down her thighs

        fire rising within

He twisted her until

            their eyes met

They smiled at each other

               and

She said

        "What will it be?"

He said

        "Fifty"

 

The Chiropractor’s Poem

 

Keith A. Simmons

 

THE HUG

 

A hug is a feeling that will help get you through

At times when the rain won’t stop falling on you

The warmth, the touch, that sensual craving

But hugs aren’t known… for staying… or saving

 

And that surprise hug, oh my, what a glorious treat

A shiver down the spine to the tips of our feet

The arching back, the warmth, the desire

All from a hug?  All of that fire?

 

Seems that hug on the outside… goes so deep within

How does something from outside get under our skin?

Could it be that a hug is more than a hug?

I’d venture to say that a hug is a drug…

 

 

      Keith A. Simmons