by-Matthew F. Blowers III


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

Sitting here with you close to me

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The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.
(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again
For the third year in a row
And we haven't seen 
our precious son
Ever since he had to go
To jail then off to rehab
Then violating 
two probation's
the court ordered no contact
So we've had no conversations
Cause he'd abused 
his Mom so much
Leaving her soul terrified
and came after me so angrily
Every time that he got high
we both tried in 
every way we could
But then we had to say goodbye....


Christmas on drugs and alcohol 
Was never a good mix
Hanukkah plus cruel addictions
Just brings candle sadly lit
Santa Claus and faith in God
Are not enough to bring a fix
Only he can save himself
No one else can heal his needs
That have made both our hearts bleed
while he spends his hollow days
Struggling to find ways to succeed.


He'll spend another Christmas
In sober living all alone
Far away from both his parents
Knowing that he can't come home
And it cuts us deeply to the bone
Cause our tough love is no fun
But drugs and alcohol have stolen
Our most precious son
Until he proves that he is cured
and his addictions are all done.

So if you too are like our son
Suffering the same afflictions
I hope this poem moves you to flee
Back to the true life 
you've been missing
Because those who 
love you can't survive
Living with the endless friction
Of your lies and thefts 
And thier hopes left swept
Underneath your opposition
Your loved ones all must separate
themselves from your positions
Of your loving highs even as they cry
Over your tragic conditions
Leaving you alone 
while they sit at home
Praying for you and each one wishing
That you will give all that you've lost
Some serious recognition
Before you end up lying 
Under a marble inscription
that leaves them all 
Without your love
Another victim of addiction
so many others just like you 
Have faced Death's Benedictions....



By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022
at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
This poem is dedicated to ny son,
my only child who has been 
through his fault alone absent from
my wife and I for 3 years 
without contact

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