FLOWERS AND FUNNY VALENTINES

2024-02-10 - By Dennis Patton

The Christmas sales soon fade with time

And stores are dressed with Valentines

With hearts and candy down each aisle

To bring in winter a soft smile As are stuffed figures so inclined To be a funny Valentine.

Also, the flowers are about, Valentine’s Day; leaves them not out

To softly, gently warn each heart And do their February part.

Now if you can take the time To smile as a funny Valentine, You might find on a winter day Some of the chill will melt away. — Howard Nobles

Deceased

LOVE LINES

Today is Valentine’s Day True love’s holy shrine A forum for poets

To pen some love lines

So with pen in hand

And you on my mind

I choose words that will stand The test of time

Words that won’t fade

Like roses on the vine

And memories that were made By candlelight and wine

Words bound to ring true When the Lord calls me home When the words, “I love you”

Are chiseled in stone. — Mike Pafundi Deceased

A MOMENT WE SHARED

My thoughts run wild tonight— Others should be uppermost in my mind; but old memories of you stampede through my brain. My heart sorts out each treasured memory of our shared times, and my lonely world is brightened once more by a moment we shared.

— Shirley Ruth Boyd Ringgold, Louisiana

LOVE

What is life all about? A soft whisper or a shout?

What is life all about?

Is it a cool breeze upon your face?

Or a hot burning sun as you run your race?

What is life all about? It’s the magic of love without a doubt.

— Jeanette Heffington Benton

ROMEO

Love is in the air Blooms soon to come. Pretty blue sky

Sun shining brightly My heart is a flutter,

But what do I utter?

My Romeo has not appeared yet. When the time is right,

Jesus will send him.

Until then, I will be content. Better to wait and be right,

Than be paired and wrong. —Anita Burkett

Benton

THE COLOR YOU SMILED LAST NIGHT

We walked in dreams last night where rhythms wrapped each word you spoke with tinsel glow.

Each cushioned whisper

lay against the silence like a morning wrapped in fog. We sat beneath the hilltop stars and talked tomorrow-talk, cemented dreams with kisses,

then waited for today.

In the magic of your whispers, I saw the color of your smile and knew at once our love would last

beyond that last recorded sunset.

— Harding Stedler