by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Not quite as blue

as your sapphire eyes,

but bluer than my

soul without you,

as I lay in Forget-Me-Not meadows,

drenched in sun and

just thinking about you.

While I wish I was gazing

not up past the clouds

but into the joy

of your loving smiles.

Soon I rise from my

daydreams and gently toss

a stone in a nearby pond,

watching its ripples turn

to vanishing rings,

till the flow of time calms everything....

and its suffering moves on.....

Chorus-

I am that pebble,

who's not yet settled,

to the level of your loss,

just an outcast and a rebel

where your love's my Albatross,

I am a stone, heading all alone,

to the muck of love's despair,

but as I'm sinking deeper.

I still wonder if you care.

Bridge-

Jet planes high above

me cut vast scars

leaving trails as white as bone

and far below I'm left wondering

if you're on one...heading home.

Chorus-

Leaving me a pebble

not yet settled,

to the level of your loss,

an outcast and a rebel

where your love's my Albatross,

left a stone, headed all alone

to the muck of love's despair,

but as I'm sinking deeper.

I'm still wondering if you care.

Then I turn and walk

the opposite way,

back to my bed where

alone I'll lay,

Much like that pebble

in the bed of a pond,

lost in the darkness

from which you are gone...

Back to the emptiness

paying my dues

Sharing nothing but black

in my house of blues...

swallowed up by the black

in my house of blues

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

You know , I've said a lot of

things between us since we've met

And there have been some

happy times I never will forget

But there are things a man can't say

And a poet cannot write

Like unsung songs and

undreamnt dreams that

whisper in the night.

Chorus

Unreachable expressions

That are runnIng wild and free

And words unsaid to tell you

Just what I feel in me.

I tried to write a song

That would tell what

you mean to me

But this old guitar

and my cracking voice

Are not a symphony

I'd needa million instruments

And ten thousand voices true

To just try and capture the beauty

Of what I've found in you

And so I'll have to be content

what I've said before

a love like yours is all I'll need

Now and forever more

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

You know , I've said a lot of things

between us since we've met

And there have been some

happy times I never will forget

But there are things a man can't say

And a poet cannot write

Like unsung songs and

undreamnt dreams that

whisper in the night.

Chorus

Unreachable expressions

That are runnIng wild and free

And words unsaid to tell you

Just what I feel in me.

I tried to write a song

That would tell what

you mean to me

But this old guitar

and my cracking voice

Are not a symphony

I'd needa million instruments

And ten thousand voices true

To just try and capture the beauty

Of what I've found in you

And so I'll have to be content

what I've said before

a love like yours is all I'll need

Now and forever more

Painting In Love's Eyes.

The sable strokes vermillion...

as gentle hands

stroke with sheer perfection,

pigments of imagination made flesh,

mixing the ingredients

to colour my world afresh.

Pallet my hues in loves complexion

glazed with undertones

that flush in the presence of fine art.

Passion is stirred as two souls blend

in the whispering brush of inspired desire,

Soft undulations on silk are pressed,

as one hard handle ending in stiff bristle,

is immersed in smooth oils applied

creating a beauty beyond critique

spoken in any other manner except sighs,

as vermillion flames in painted eyes.

Colours merge to tertiary tones

in a blending of hues complete.

The buttered brush in dipping play

excites the silken sweet.

Thus somewhere in the afterglow

on a canvas of thoughts realized,

still wet with the sheen of two hungry hearts,

a poem is born on expectant breath.

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

The Various Callings Found Seaside.

Each time I hear them

they sound so different to me.

As a child it was as if

the gulls were laughing,

with delight at all the wonders

of the shore and its delectable treats.

Ice cream cones and sandwich crust

tossed in the air as they swooped

to claim each tidbit,

in a flurry of feathers.

As a poet it was

the song of the sea.

A melody of two notes

shrill and clear,

against the synthesized roar

of the waves endless rhythms.

While the bright babble

of eight notes

crescendoed from the

sunbathers voices of glee,

over the vast waters

that separate us

from distant lands.

When I was in love,

as we strolled hand in hand

along the shore they seemed

to circle us above,

in a most heavenly display

of how our own two hearts

fluttered and soared,

on the heated winds.

Over the heated passion of

beauty magnified against

a horizon of forever.

But when I was alone,

seeking fellowship with

the vast emptiness

that the ocean portrays,

the seagulls calls were

wails of despair,

echoing through my soul

in a cacophony of

"Why me, Why me."

Yet even still their

companionship was comforting

in contrast to the

vacant space at my side

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

The Various Callings Found Seaside.

Each time I hear them

they sound so different to me.

As a child it was as if

the gulls were laughing,

with delight at all the wonders

of the shore and its delectable treats.

Ice cream cones and sandwich crust

tossed in the air as they swooped

to claim each tidbit,

in a flurry of feathers.

As a poet it was

the song of the sea.

A melody of two notes

shrill and clear,

against the synthesized roar

of the waves endless rhythms.

While the bright babble

of eight notes

crescendoed from the

sunbathers voices of glee,

over the vast waters

that separate us

from distant lands.

When I was in love,

as we strolled hand in hand

along the shore they seemed

to circle us above,

in a most heavenly display

of how our own two hearts

fluttered and soared,

on the heated winds.

Over the heated passion of

beauty magnified against

a horizon of forever.

But when I was alone,

seeking fellowship with

the vast emptiness

that the ocean portrays,

the seagulls calls were

wails of despair,

echoing through my soul

in a cacophony of

"Why me, Why me."

Yet even still their

companionship was comforting

in contrast to the

vacant space at my side

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Summertime shrinks

me to halcyon days,

as a young boy at play,

in the warmth of it's rays.

My mind slips free of its

cathedral of bone,

to the joys of my youth

in a place I called home.

Willow trees bid me

climb to the rooms

their limbs hold,

that seem so much

smaller now that I

have grown older

What wonders I pondered

in the crook of their shade,

where imagination wandered

in an endless parade.

Once I was a pirate

in a ship made of bark,

with a branch as a sword

plundering until dark.

I'd often play Tarzan

swinging high from that tree,

dropping down in a whoosh

to Jane waiting for me.

But my dear Jane was Dani

catty-cornered, next door,

my first love whose beauty

warms my heart evermore.

Innocence set the

boundaries for my soul

filled with bliss,

never going beyond

holding hands and a kiss.

I grew up in the projects,

thirty kids to each block,

but her blue eyes still haunt me

when I turn back the clock.

It's gone now, torn down,

a golf course took its place,

and each year when I walk

there I still see her face.

That's why God gave us

memories for moments we cherish,

endless chances to relive

the good times that perish.

Summer bids me return

during the splendor of June,

to dreams of my childhood

that were gone far too soon.

Willow Wisps. by Art-Whimsically Yours Studio | Suno

by- Matthew F. Blowers III

Love has so many ways

to sneak up on you

drawing your eyes to another

as you play peek-a-boo

it turns your hearts to friendship

till one turns out much more

as you start to notice

how much you adore

That girl who is prettier

then many girls that you knew

or that guy who fawns on you

with such sweet attributes

then suddenly you're caught

in love's most gentle touch

as love brings you a heartmate

that you'll love so much

every kiss, every hug, every gentle caress

then you will both know just

how well you were blessed

till your passions explode

and you become two as one

blending friendships into romance

and then love's 1st job is done

soon enough when you can't

get her out of your head

you will claim her forever

as you both are wed,

and though friendship will stay

with you both in each page

of your marital bliss, sadly

love's strengths will fade

because some of love's

acts like you bodies will age

but you'll know when you

finally come to life's end

that love gifted you with a

most special friend

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Love has so many ways

to sneak up on you

drawing your eyes to another

as you play peek-a-boo

it turns your hearts to friendship

till one turns out much more

as you start to notice

how much you adore

That girl who is prettier

then many girls that you knew

or that guy who fawns on you

with such sweet attributes

then suddenly you're caught in love's most gentle touch

as love brings you a heartmate that you'll love so much

every kiss, every hug, every gentle caress

then you will both know just how well you were blessed

till your passions explode and you become two as one

blending friendships into romance and then love's 1st job is done

soon enough when you can't get her out of your head

you will claim her foreveras you both are wed,

and though friendship will stay with you both in each page

of your marital bliss, sadly love's strengths will fade

because some of love's acts like you bodies will age

but you'll know when you finally come to life's end

that love gifted you with a most special friend

Sitting here with you close to me

no one else passing us by matters

Because you mean the most to me

We found each other amidst the crowds

And we shared gentle conversations

In a room so loud, but I only heard you.

And truth be told we didn't even have to talk, what we saw in each others eyes assurred us that we would know a righteous love. And now here we are again in the same place where we met and became two over thirty years ago.

Still as much in love as then, still knowing

The hunger that drew us to each other,

As we savor an anniversary cocktail.

You were my calming tonic through some tough times and I blessed you with many Chardonnay days of mellow and yet stimulating moments.

So today I toast you and your loveliness with a hot toddy

In honor of your even hotter body, and you smile at me with a wink and a rub of my leg with your foot to let me know we can drink to each other with more than our eyes later. And I bend across the table to savor your ruby lips that taste of a strawberry Daquiri and they whet my appetite for more of such dabbling to come

A night of all of my most favorite things

undressing you eagerly with my eyes and then addressing what lies beneath.

But for now let us nurse our drinks that seem a bit on the low side and order a

bit more to enhance the buzz of this moment in time. Just sitting here with you

With the knowledge that nothing else matters except your most

precious love