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Sleep
Beautiful sleep
Deep
Deeper than deep
Dreams
Beautiful dreams
While I sleep
In a beautiful sleep
Another world
Another place
Another time
I’d have pictures of Monet on my wall
A massive room where I can dance
I’d have it all!
I’d have a ball,
I’d stand tall!
It’s strange on
days like this.
December 30th, 2024.
The temperature reached
60 degrees today.
An ice fisherman
died on the lake.

It’s strange on
days like this,
when winter plays
a charade.
I open the windows
and let the breeze in.
My cats run around the
house, and think it’s
spring.
They wag their
tails and watch the
squirrels hide nuts.

And on strange
days like this,
I look around my
room, at the pictures
on the wall.
Hemingway
Van Gogh
Picasso
and I wonder if
they ever thought that  
they would die someday.

I think about it.

It’s hard to envision.
I’m so alive when I
sit in the hot jacuzzi
and watch the bubbles
and steam.
I water the plants,
exercise, and take
vitamins.
I will be gone one day.
The rivers will still
flow and wind, and the clouds  
will
float slowly by, and
chocolate will still taste so
sweet.

I wonder if
Vincent, Pablo, or
Earnie ever thought about
the strange tricks the
seasons play on us.
Here's a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, which is available on Amazon.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucOOifTukWQ
I can't say anything
the truth is I don't know
to speak lies or half-truths
isn't the way to go-

I'll hear you all
some wisdom to acquire
patient and humble I'll be
to be a better person to aspire-

they say life is know-how
tools to sharpen the wit
I've endeavoured all my life
but never managed to hit it-

I'll not say anything
perhaps not to speak at all
while the masses rally
slogans to shout--I'll not join their call
Tomorrow is another day
Another year
We would say
It would appear
New Year’s Day

Another year is born
The old year gone
Not forgot and not forelawn
And now its done!

We can’t go back
But onward forward
Down the track
Away and off ward

A New year is blooming
Time is just zooming
To a bright new year
And now it’s here!
It would appear!
It’s mine
I have long desired
It was meant to be
Just for me
It’s mine

It’s mine
But that’s fine
It’s mine
None else’s
But just for me

It’s mine!
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