POEMS BY..... MICHAEL H.

Hello, and Welcome to my

page of poetry....I want to thank Donna for allowing me a page on her site. I hope you enjoy my inner feelings. YOU MAY E-MAIL ME ANYTIME.... rohan_x@hotmail.com

Thanks in advance....MICHAEL :-)

HUSBAND AND WIFE

Walking along a moonlit path,

As one we walk into the grass. Upon a bench we sit, you and I, Together forever, side by side.

We started this walk

fifty years ago, to the day, Neither would have it any other way.

Holding your frail hand in mine,

I'll love you forever, till the end of time. And though we know ... our time is near, We won't waste our time, shedding a tear.

Looking back at all we've done,

Our beautiful daughter, and our son, Good times and bad, we've shared them all. We took turns picking each other up, after a fall.

For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health,

The love in our hearts, is our measure of wealth.

So when the time comes, that it's our turn to go,

When the angels appear, I want you to know, We'll have no regrets, we've lived a full life. They'll remember us always, us....husband and wife.

LOVE CYCLE

I remember as a child, watching the tide

My mother and father, on either side Hand in hand, we would walk the docks And watch as the waves, play against the rocks

As a teen full of life, I would run and I would race As the years rolled past, I beat even fathers pace Ice cream cones and hotdogs galore These things I remember, walking along the shore

But time has moved forward, and now a young man

Stands by a young woman, holding her hand. The soft glow of moonlight, cast from above Shines down upon them, as they declare their love.

The son now a father, and a mother is she

For two years ago, they had a baby And so each taking his hand, and sharing their love The cycle continues, as the moon smiles above.

SPIDER AND ME

What a wonderful day, to be flying around Not walking along, like a bug on the ground Barrel roll, upside down, big loopty-loop Turn on a dime then straight up to… OOPS!

Well what have we here, said with "devil-may-care"

It’s silvery and sticky, and came out of nowhere Doesn’t look like the portal, that they used in "Sliders" I wonder if it's that thing, that they say holds a spider?

Looking around, with my big beady eyes

I see little balls of silk, now what could be inside Feeling a jiggle, I look to the right Upon seeing what I saw, I was given a fright

OH Spider!! dear spider, don’t eat me just yet

I’m not at all, as big as I’ll get Give me a week, I’ll be bigger you’ll see Now how do I leave, before he feasts upon me?

"Oh Please Mr. Spider, I’m not ready to die"

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