One week ago I created another blog, and tried it for four days.
It did not work, because It was (click) NOT ME. This post is stolen
from that blog, from myself. Wonder if that is legal?
Maybe I can sue myself and buy a new HARLEY!

BREAKFAST FOR TWO BY THE SEA--
BY THE SHINING SEA
We met to break fast
In shaded sunlight
Of a coastal morning.
It would not be our last
Together time.
Long years passed since
The beginning friendship
From our first "Hello".
Our first "Yes!"
Then it happened
An immediate smile
As her laughing eyes
Searched my own.
Now, our pair of two peepers
Peered one into the other
In a manner of seeking, learning.
Happy-faced others were leering,
Their knowing brows all arching.
On a wire high over,
Tweeting birds were marching
In orderly fashion
To the rumbling beat
Of distant rolling drum.
Thunder of an approaching
Storm...
Wonderfully pleasant, that view!
The birdsong, coffee and cake
All our enjoyment. We saw
Ducks, swan, fish and lake,
And beyond that the deep sea...
So colorfully covering all its treasure.
This not the time to measure pleasure.
We shared love which told
One to one, oh! so bold
What our minds thought
What our souls desired.
As rain began gently dropping
Onto the deck, the place beneath,
We spoke on and on
--Smiling, loving,
Until all of time wrapped itself
Into this single, blissful moment
And we allowed all who found
Us--we, who found a happiness,
A joy in our meeting,
To make their assumptions,
Live their own lives.
As if they really cared.
As if we care.
In shaded sunlight
Of a coastal morning.
It would not be our last
Together time.
Long years passed since
The beginning friendship
From our first "Hello".
Our first "Yes!"
Then it happened
An immediate smile
As her laughing eyes
Searched my own.
Now, our pair of two peepers
Peered one into the other
In a manner of seeking, learning.
Happy-faced others were leering,
Their knowing brows all arching.
On a wire high over,
Tweeting birds were marching
In orderly fashion
To the rumbling beat
Of distant rolling drum.
Thunder of an approaching
Storm...
Wonderfully pleasant, that view!
The birdsong, coffee and cake
All our enjoyment. We saw
Ducks, swan, fish and lake,
And beyond that the deep sea...
So colorfully covering all its treasure.
This not the time to measure pleasure.
We shared love which told
One to one, oh! so bold
What our minds thought
What our souls desired.
As rain began gently dropping
Onto the deck, the place beneath,
We spoke on and on
--Smiling, loving,
Until all of time wrapped itself
Into this single, blissful moment
And we allowed all who found
Us--we, who found a happiness,
A joy in our meeting,
To make their assumptions,
Live their own lives.
As if they really cared.
As if we care.
We care!
--steveroni