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Snowman SnowLady (for Alexandra)
I guess I know who’s in charge of SnowPersons these daysIt’s not the writer of this poem, though I’ve built them in so many waysBut the one who has all the answers is my little girl of age sevenAnd 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
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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
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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…
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