Hi you say
I wish I were
The stuff of dreams or so it seems is a world of wonder if it's time to seek
What a glorious day for happy toes at play on Pismo Beach
It's a bright morning
Of another shining day
A blessing it is that Life holds sway
With a brilliant glow and van-tastic sight
All made possible by those billowing winds, huffing and puffing last night
A nice position that ensures no concern with people who flop
Is experiencing the casual ebb and flow of ultra green tree tops
Hank and Frankie had their usual convention and loud beak fights
And then dived off the balcony railing versus soaring in flight
In addition to tossing my mollusk shells for no valid reason
So I threatened them both with a flame thrower later this season
The ***** are polished with a Biore Charcoal Scrub sheen
Which helps me enjoy the neater environment that someone else just cleaned
Yet,
One never knows how that day or this will be framed
Yesterday, making miso soup, my right front stove burner burst into flames
In the ensuing panic with many motions that were manic
It was way too scary with fire alarm screaming something about a wire
Luckily, I remembered my fire safety training re how to put out a grease fire
I was cooking miso soup
How did that cause a combustible grease loop ?
All made stranger by the proverbial question of why
It's been weeks since I used the stove to fry
It just goes to show
Between the bed and the door
Near the thin edge of a sheet of paper things can turn to crapping
On any given day - at any given time - anything can happen
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
I am patient she said
Excellent ~ I am trying to learn that trait ~ he said
I don’t need much she sighed
I don’t have much he replied
No need for the cover of a starry night
Right now ~ late morning ~ seemed just about right
A conjoined twin run thru a warm sensitive shower
Was only 7.25 minutes yet seemed like an hour
Let me dry you she said
That would be nice he said
Start with a soft touch she requested
Tender forehead kisses he behested
Soft ocean music floated sweetly around
In position, they rolled and rollicked
****** and frolicked
As if enjoying an overgrown wheat grass meadow ~ thumping the ground
Passion flowed in a steady stream
Loud and heated they both screamed
I need you she said
I luv you he said
There is one thing left he said
My intense lover ~ you broke the bed
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
During the anticipation and transitioning of a beautiful morning sunrise sky
Five minutes of mindfulness and quiet breathing gives me a reason to fawn
There is a magic-ness waiting and watching for dawn
There is internal balking at impending healthy walking
My attention switches
I seem concerned about a proper Thai lunch venue
And whether luv is on the menu
An afternoon nap is refreshing for an old sap
A pink blue sunset quietly paints the evening sky
Such a wonderful feast for tired, sore eyes
I spend dark night hours interweb surfing, online backgammon, watching some Masterpiece views of a dead monarch’s family fight
Hoping and praying for a continuous sleep filled night
This all happens over the course of a day
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
Franzie, the monkey in the tree
Can’t see me
But then again, he’s not looking
Unnamed and uncounted millions of bees
traveling in a big dark cloud
Are buzzing too loud
I would tell them but they are not listening
Henry, the biggest pig in the pen
Is laughing and joking with his friends
Waiting to be fed
Tex the dog sitting on the log
Is barking at a frog
The frog barks back
A random bird is skirting on the breeze
But the second mouse gets the cheese
There’s a lesson in that
Yodel, my owl’s mood is foul
One of many reasons for his scowl
The late night flight was tiring
Vaca, my cow is studying a new method for chewing cud
He is not in a hurry - his life is good
Plus the pasture is verdant green and full
The rhyme in me mind goes on and on
The light in me window says here comes dawn
Tired over and hung out
Here comes sleep
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
When I have to cry
I cry in the shower
The water is already running
So the tears do not taste as sour
**** those memory triggers that were set
In a line of yesterdays that are even now, still wet
Breathing lives have been snatched right out of my arms
Twice I have been left holding nothing
Those vapid claims of having loved and lost
Are not worth the useless fabric decorating the funeral bunting
The thief of air has vanquished me to a life alone
Some days I feel I can’t wait to move on
When I have to cry
I prefer the daylight hours
While draining the overused tear ducts
I imagine watering imaginary flowers
It does not take much to start this frenzy
A word or thought is enough to start a tizzy
This exercise is more than enough
To start the pain running and speeding
If You have experienced a patch as rough
The Writer thanks You for taking the time
And doing the reading
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
One day – this day
I watched the weather quickly turn
While futzing around and watering my fern
I no longer care what the day is called
Yet I can feel the chill and know it is Fall
The calendar sez find peace then write
The monkey mind fights back - feeling contrite
One day – today
I ditch the coffee and down some tea
The most probable effort from yesterday’s
to do list is item #3
Fix the bay window on the north side
And stop the draft
It’s a good time to test if I have
a handle on the mason’s craft
Today – this way
I could choose to think / write about
love won, love lost and love true
I could practice Bach to sharpen my mind
and give my fingers something to do
Some time will be spent in mindfulness
And some time will be enjoyed in playfulness
One day – this day
Everything will be a snap
No amping up or bugging out crap
Thru dimensional ethers and quantum time across the miles
I am sending You a huge, goofy but loving smile
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
returning from a social meeting
lightly stepping on a deserted street
there is no streetlight to guide my feet
though bundled up tight for a cold night
my face feels the crispy wind is making the skin flake
as an intense blowing shear takes a bite
wasn't this the short cut i used to take
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is pumping hard
asking how i got here
a winged shadow appeared when i stopped
i nearly peed my pants doing a side step dance
but reason held out as it was just a concrete molding
in the moon's trance
from a building on the right - up top
i hear a single, solitary, solo drum in the distance
maybe someone to help identify my last mindless turn
lightly stepping on this deserted street
attention is paid to the increasing beat
is the brain asking for faster feet
then when i focus
it's my own **** heartbeat
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is amping and freaking
asking how i got here
a dislogded, free minded, loudly rolling can
rattled my lunch
breathe breathe breathe
follow that black and grey two toned cat
surely it has a hunch
three echoing shots
followed by a gut level scream
now i am completely locked in
is this a dream
to reconnect and find my way home
i vow to never ever again
forget my phone
it seems much colder
as i turn another corner
following the sounds of the sirens
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is hurting now
asking where are these environs
blood was everywhere
the street, the windows, the walls
first responders were in slow motion
but at least they answered the call
i tell myself there is nothing to fear
but my monkey mind is out of control
asking how i got here
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
Today
Let’s see now
Have all the boxes been unpacked and everything stored away ?
Is everything in its rightful place ?
Have You fingered out the best routes to take to handle Your biz
And get around all the tour buses in Your way ?
When You do not wish to cook
Have You identified the best priced, most convenient buffet ?
Have You had the time to meet at least one neighbor ?
Have You decided when You will use Your multiple skill set and continue to share the deep uniqueness of Your labors ?
You am so lucky to have a partner in Your life
Say ‘ Hi ’ to Mister – from vY
Please continue to pray for Me and with Me
I have asked the Lord God for a sign
The answer may be more for You
The next time You waltz thru a casino
Put a quarter on the roulette wheel – number 29
Have You set up a new interweb handle
With a new address and new name ?
Though communication is still possible thru the miles
Neither Burbank nor I will ever be the same
And now for Page 2 and a bit more ado
Yes, I know we did not ‘ hang out ’ so to speak
But You were and are instrumental in the life of an intractable old man like Me
I often sit lost in dreaming on the third floor of this building with a great southern view
While You are not really gone and un-contactable, I miss You
The beautiful nostalgic collectible items brought a watery surprise to My tired eyes
I luv it I luv it I luv it
My weary heart thanks You mucho for the box You sent
After a small stack of tissues, I was emotionally spent
If You only knew how much You have touched this old fool
You are a true gem – with a platinum heart awash in jewels
Someday, when My quality of life is a bit more exquisite
Don’t be surprised when I come to visit
May the Peace of the Creator keep You smiling, healthy, happy, sassy, saucy and keep eternal oil in Your torch
I feel certain You will remain an energized bunny
With no time for a granny rocker on the porch
If nothing else moves Your heart and mind
MY fervent hope is in these helter skelter musings You find
The thing that brings from Me to You and back again with loving kindness across the miles
The tender mercy of a heartfelt smile ~
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Does the moon mourn
After the current day dawns
Exposing the deepness of a blue soaring sky
Causing quasi questions in the form of the wayward why
Why such a mysterious bulbous blue
Why such a deep hallowing hue
Does the moon mourn
When the sun starts to spawn
Some Thursday morning eyeing a ready race
The mirror shows the usual and customary feckless face
A mindless ritual often fills the busy area around the table top
Between texting nothing and following other conspicuous consumption reaching a full stable stop
And how does this apply to the magic moon
Which is not cheese so no need a stupendous sized spoon
Some of us wonder re alimentary alienation
While sitting and twitting about the companion moon’s satellite station
Does the moon mourn
As stars start to fawn
Matching a moment of a somnambulistic state
Allowing its’ gravity to push and pull the flow of water from a timeless surreal place in space
Does the moon mourn
As each new day dawns
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
When I died
No one cried
A few sensitive souls surely tried
But never showed their shallow fallow feelings from
the visceral side
The Rent-A-Rev Chuck did his job
Even though he had no idea who I was
He delivered the obit with adequate wit
Which was worth half a bucket of warm spit
The printed program carried only one of my semi suspect
social grass roots cause
I was not a bad man
Never a sad man
Super lucky by comparison said
A smart *** brain in a medium sized head
Generous though
With a slightly bent bellowing sick humorous flow
Just like butter meeting a warm knife
Unconditional Love presented itself and was enjoyed
three or four times in my life
Yet no one was left to give a good *******
Not that it mattered for just another man
All known relations had gone before
Now the end of a short line in time
Had breathed the last reasonably fast
And took the long slow brightly lit walk toward
North Shore
When I died
No one cried
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC