http://www.poemsformywife.com/ Tom Ortega's poetry for his wife. en-us Hand made Fri, 17 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT Fri, 17 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT tom@poemsformywife.com (Tom Ortega) tom@poemsformywife.com (Tom Ortega) http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=599 A poem about Rich's Birthday dinner at Olive Garden so boy was I glad
we received word 'bout
the plans to be had.

For your dad's birthday,
your sisters schemed up
new plans for dinner
and us to show up.

I know you were sad
for you had cooked much,
thinking they'd all come
for dinner and such.

But I must admit,
dinner was quite fun
and the veggie count
on my plate was none!

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Fri, 17 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=599 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=598 A poem about how I feel at times that I am in love,
that I've been blessed with
a gift from above.

At times, I don't see
the world as I "should",
but spend too much time
wrapped up in the "could".

At times, I create
a world for myself,
where I am alone,
left all by myself.

At times, I pretend
things aren't as they are
and then in my mind
I take things too far.

Eventually,
I awake and see
that my one true love
is always with me.

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Thu, 16 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=598 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=597 A poem about how the boys love to eat out they love to eat out.
Of this fact, I'm sure
and there is no doubt.

It doesn't matter
to them where we eat
for each trip for them
is a special treat.

They like the fact that
others are around
and many options
for food are abound.

So I can't blame them
when they say, "Let's go!",
because we'll have fun
where ever we go.


©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Wed, 15 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=597 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=596 A poem about my toe hurting don't cause too much pain,
a blessing for which
I cannot complain.

This one is different;
it hurts quite a lot,
which is a bummer
for, pain, I like not.

The pain will pass soon
of this I am sure.
I just hope this time
that we've found the cure.

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Tue, 14 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=596 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=595 A poem about hopefully the last treatment on my toe this is the last time
that he'll have to treat
this toe wart of mine.

He used "Beatlejuice"
and bandaged it up.
I asked if it'd hurt
and he answered, "Yup."

I left the office
and headed on home,
for with a bad toe
one simply can't roam.

I hope this is it
that it's finally dead,
for this toe's become
a thing that I dread.

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Mon, 13 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=595 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=594 A poem about fresh enchilada sauce the chiles are found,
a delicious sauce
they would make once ground.

Before they could be,
they must be roasted.
The grill fires them up
'til they are toasted.

After that, the skins
need to be removed.
I perform that task,
a move you approve.

When I am all done,
the magic occurs:
Ingredients mix
as the blender whirs.

When all the works done,
the result's yummy.
A sauce to be used
to fill my tummy.

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Sun, 12 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=594 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=593 A poem about the value of spending Saturday with the boys an entire day
to spend with the boys
in a fun-filled way.

I love to see them
have fun and to smile,
and have them give "loves"
to me all the while.

Have children is
a special privilege;
It's more than passing
on your heritage.

It's making their lives
the best they can be,
which more oft' than not
doesn't involve money.

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Sat, 11 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=593 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=592 A poem about me doing sales I have some sales skills
without the slimey
bending of peeps' wills.

The key that I've found
is don't try too hard,
some potential sales
just shouldn't move forward.

Finding the right match
is most of the work;
The other part is
not being a jerk.

Moving forward will
be interesting,
as I seek out new
opps for partnering.

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Fri, 10 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=592 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=591 A poem about a night of passionate love making like a newfoud love
magically sent down
to us from above.

The kiss is the spark
that ignites the heat,
which our hearts push out
with eachFasterBeat.

Excitement drips while
lips and hands caress;
Anticipation
builds off their finesse.

Passion overcomes
as two become one
and still, some believe
marriage can't be fun.


©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Thu, 09 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=591 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=590 A poem about reading scriptures as a family we're trying to do
something good for us
that's entirely new.

We're reading scriptures
for a bit each night,
to ensure the path
we choose is the right.

We also take note
of each of our days
to see how the Lord
sends his loving rays.

Journal keeping has
always been quite fun
and it's more so now
with a family one.


©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Wed, 08 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=590