A. Gee Where words collide

Poems

Sweet Things

Remember, sweet things, our first Valentine.
One if by Land, Two if by Sea, the Village.
Your dress severely wounded by red wine.
The busboy rushing to contain the spillage.
Beef Wellington, their signatory dish,
and I was merely going to the loo.
All I could think was "should have gotten fish";
that wine nearly became our Waterloo.
But you, you laughed it off, and then you whispered:
"it's coming off soon, anyway, you dolt",
and I, a tomcat, neither wise nor whiskered,
sat right back down, struck by a thunderbolt,
blood rushing to my head...to finally blurt:
"I'm all for skipping coffee and dessert!"

Author notes: https://oneifbyland.com/ voted among the most romantic restaurants in the world

What I Am

Still in pursuit of that self knowledge?
Too bad. There is no online course,
or book -- oh god, could those be worse?
and no degree for it in college.
Why are you so? You're what you are.
No Zodiac or shooting star.
Merely a bit of mom and dad,
assembled by nucleic acid.
Admit it. When, however tacit,
that revelation has been had
you can embrace life with its warts,
pursue its pitfalls and rewards,
and answer, just as the Creator,
and his response, none better, greater,
in poetry, it's called a slam.
When asked, said: I am what I am.