I woke to find an angel’s kiss had been placed upon my cheek,

How is it, you wonder, that I know of a kiss placed before I wake to speak,

I am an expert renowned for my experience with a little one with wings,

Sensations of electric vibrations or lips so aflame with desire and what it brings,

I also am an elder statesman of political gain that results from a party of one,

A political party of just one has benefits that are given only me when done,

Such benefits they are, especially when I receive every benefit in the plan,

You are the only benefit of my political benefit plan, I am a one man clan,

Thus since just I or me receive it all I am expert after fifty years with you,

Which brings me back to how did I, expert of one, how is it I knew?

My expertise is so finely tuned that I know the kiss was lightly placed,

In your sweet little angel brain you kissed me while we in your mind embraced,

Your little kiss of nuclear power leaves its signature vibration in flow,

It actually takes time for the sensation to wilt once your lips place it so,

It runs amok with little electrical pulses awakening my every pore,

I have no doubt if perfectly placed it would cause an eruption of manly pour,

In revealing this force of angel’s lips I’ve revealed benefits galore,

And now you know, my angel dear, why your man always begs for more.

The end, for my sweet little Patti. By Pat.

I love you baby girl.

Never forget I implore,

Never forget when they rolled you away through the door,

Never forget I implore,

Never forget when they rolled her away through the door,

Remember how you cried,

Remember how you prayed for time the night you almost died,

The last electric fingertip touch,

The last electric moment when you needed the other so much,

Duplicate the last magic kiss,

Duplicate the last magic kiss and each day kiss to remember this,

The doctors face and what he said,

The doctors face when optimism was faint as he avoided the word dead,

Remember our Lord and prayer,

Remember our Lord and the prayers said when you touched her hair,

An hour in time was a moment,

An hour in time is but a moment when you think your life is spent,

A minute is an eternity in wait,

A minute is an eternity as you wait and pray the surgeon to be great,

For God’s touch upon her you pray,

For God’s touch upon him you pray, as you both prayed for another day,

Never forget the promise made,

Never forget the promise shared as you pray their departure is delayed,

Remember the moment, remember the torment of goodbye and how you cried,

An awakening of hearts to the glories of love comes forth when life is denied,

Cling to the hand you held for strength and cling when no apparent need is there,

Remember the words “I love you” and the realization of how much you truly care.

The end, for those I love.  By Pat

Look to the sky and absorb the blue but you will never see paradise’ entry,

It’s a door framed with blue of sky with an air curtain that’s impossible to see,

Touch a dream or let a dream touch you to set sail upon a magic vessel of love,

Hold her photograph near and pull her to your heart before traveling above,

In a vessel made of air you set sail into the sky to discover the secret of love,

The “secret” if known may settle the world or it may test what you’re made of,

I love and I have loved so deeply I thought my heart would rupture from pain,

I’m a rare bird I am, I fly the sky fueled by but her touch, I am worn and plain,

If truth be known she was thirteen when love erupted within my heart forever,

When told I was too young to love at seventeen and to move on, I replied never,

I’m am not a fisherman by trade nor do I want to know other fish in the sea,

Beautiful Patti is my dream girl and upon waking she is the angel I wish to see,

I have kissed her lips to have my heart set sail and lift me above Mother Earth,

The riches of the earth have been granted me to find her in the city of my birth,

A big blue sky is forever overhead in my little town of Borger Texas by name,

Two souls perfectly placed through time that they may again unite the same,

My beautiful little town bore the brunt of providing men of steel for the war,

Though fear filled every pore and tears of goodbye flowed freely, tears I wore,

I’ve but one dear friend remaining that was drafted away from all he knew,

He carries the remnants of that war deep inside as we all will have to do,

I met the enemy head on in a cell of Russian command with brutality abound,

In a moment of dark desperation I cried to be free of the pain of being bound,

I carry shame that I cried “mama” as I faded into the darkness of war’s travesty,

And worse I cried Patti’s name also in hope she would once more appear to me,

Amarillo means yellow for the gold she holds beneath her gold enriched soil,

The city was born of necessity on the flat panhandle of Texas to sell what they toil,

Men of steel were developed upon the plains of wind and sometimes crystal skies,

And we were chosen unfairly it was discovered as another widowed mother cries,

Those of us with the wealth of good fortune returned to the girls with our heart,

So desperately I prayed that she would welcome me home so we could start,

To blue summer skies I returned to the goddess of my dreams since seventeen,

Decimated from a long hospital stay I came home although I came home lean,

Her eyes excite me so much with but a blink and a sparkle of reflecting moon,

I came “home” from war but my home no longer contained my personal room,

All I needed was a little time to get my feet on the ground and start over again,

Most of all, upon the land I so love her touch gave my heart lift, we could begin.

The end, by Pat November 1969

As I review my sixty eighth year of living my very charmed life,

The joy of life would have been absent but for my beautiful wife,

I have wings of flight that have taken me to heights unknown,

With lift given of her I have risen and with God I have flown,

With love she whispered life into my ear as my heart waned,

As I expired God gave me a gift to feel how her heart pained,

So deep the pain that I prayed with a sincerity unknown to me,

As I fought to remain the twilight of Heaven was pulling me free,

Time, oh sweet time, if a gift can be given me let it be time,

To hold her tenderly while we waltz as we did in my prime,

Hours expire like minutes as I search each for a little more,

The prayers I pray are bound with my heart as never before,

Increments of my romantic life shows an evolution of heart,

A tenderness unknown by me was seen by her from the start,

An inspirational photograph was enough to survive the war,

Three weeks with her gave me strength I hadn’t known before,

I have survived so much, too much to list in but a rhyme,

It was for her I fought and prayed each and every time,

Every time she walks into the room I see her as I did before,

Each time I feel the vitality of youth as I want her even more,

Tonight I will hold and be held as I thank God for giving me time,

A tear will fall from my angel’s eyes as she reads this little rhyme,

Her meek little smile fools the unknowing of her love for me,

I pray to be holding my angel Patti upon my birthday century.

By Pat for Patti  August 19, 2015

Slip away with me oh beautiful girl from heaven above,

You have taken my heart away, now I am forever in love,

Because of you I am aware of things I wasn’t aware of,

Slip away with me because we fit each other like a glove,

The first sweet look was all it took to take away my heart,

I saw you and my knees gave way while I quietly fell apart,

The minute we can be together I’m sure our lives will start,

When I’m near you I want to kiss your lips and every part,

Please believe my words when I tell you of how I feel,

Every word of caring for you is truthful as I’m very real,

If I had to give my life for a year with you I’d take the deal,

Slip away, sweet Patti, should I tell you of how I really feel?

The end. September 1965 by Pat King for Patti Napier

Slowly I walk a path winding through discards of my life and beyond,

Aft the hour is too late yet fore leaves no answer to give those I’m fond,

The rock I have become must be softened if that’s possible in some way,

The intense pain has created a barrier of steel where once was man clay,

We are made to send and receive of each other using signals by expression,

Through the years of pains blockage I have allowed through one sensation,

The experience of my country’s servitude forced upon by draft years ago,

Took away my innocence and ended with more pain than man should know,

Perhaps it was ignorance or was it need that locked it deeply inside my mind,

The horrors of we drafted chosen was unknown because America was blind,

Many were lost on the streets of asphalt and real estate of dropping value,

Anxious to escape the bonds of the draft many hid from America in plain view,

And I much the same locked it away as I’ve said that I might forgot it all,

One decade is little time of rest from extremes of pain and a near mental fall,

With such force the physical pain returned with an ailment unknown to most,

An affliction so unusual with unknown back roads reaching deep into its host,

At first showing I felt I would rupture inside as the swelling pushed out,

Thirty five years of age it came in full force as my only release was to shout,

Arriving each time like a stampede of cattle and pain pushing outwardly intense,

Praying it would cease before I would rupture inside was crazy as I was incensed,

To those that think I don’t pray, I am shattered that you could think so little of me,

Oh my Lord I have prayed aloud in the crowd and whispered a prayer at a tragedy,

Am I forgotten and down trodden as I cruise the neighborhood of a past dreamscape,

Fight is the word, for one I fight to endure extremes that narcotics bring no escape,

Love’s desire has created a desire to escape the haze that’s a veiled pleasantness,

I so desire her touch and beauty in my vision I again feel war’s gift of loneliness,

Solutions given of physicians create a culture of give me more meds I implore,

Then a transplanted genius with tongue of Italiano brotherhood opens the door,

My ears strain to follow his New Jersey speak as his genius explains his gift,

At last surgery to repair damage of bloods seepage when my spirit begins to lift,

I awaken as I sleep, I float as I am secured, Heaven’s glow is above my head,

Pain has left and my anatomy feels healed when I realize I may actually be dead,

Movement is everywhere below my feet and I wonder how I see through the roof,

It appears I am deceased as a gift of that intense pain, I’m no longer bulletproof,

My heart has a sudden sensation of sorrow and a loneliness to an extreme,

The joy of heaven’s ascent is gone and I see Patti to realize she’s lost her dream,

How did she know to come to the door at this time and why is it I can hear her pray,

The crash cart charging into the room is a shock, I see her expression of dismay,

The sorrow I feel is hers as I can feel her sobs oh Lord don’t let me leave her alone,

As quickly as I pray it feels as if something has pulled my feet to return me home,

As I awaken I remember watching the doctor work feverishly beneath my feet,

Three times before I have expired of pain and each my return for she so sweet,

From her touch I have soared high above the world because she gave me a kiss,

To me she is a goddess, the queen, my queen, I hope she always remembers this,

For each pain endured I would endure ten more if that is my price for her hand,

Her optimism has become my drug of choice, by her I find reason to stand,

Twenty five years have passed since that day I watched the surgeon below,

Pain has been a constant companion, a companion no one should ever know,

I savor her kiss each morning as she awakens to bring sunshine into my life,

So many men of this time have never known such pleasure from their wife,

I know each day will fill with wonder in some wonderful way each time she is near,

When first I gazed into her hazel eyes a transference of Cupid’s energy was clear,

So many things were locked away through the years as I tried to hide the pain,

To contain the pain I have calloused all emotional release much to my shame,

Do my children know me through and have I given her all the love she is due,

Thus I write and rewrite rhymes in a quest for the perfect way to say, I love you.

The end, by Pat for Patti