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Watched Over

Have you ever felt coerced to drive somewhere during a snow warning, conscious of the fact you should’ve stayed put? 

Four beers under the belt, and off I went. 

My demanding date and I met for dinner, did what honeys do, and back home with a blizzard blowing worse than when I left. 

It was more like sledding than driving. Six inches of snow, ice, and slush hid the road. The snowplows were behind, and the freeway was a frozen mess. 

Gliding along, I overtook two plows, trying to pass them. It was a bone-headed idea. 

When I almost was in front, my front wheels hit a ridge of high icy slush, which sent my whole car into a spin. When it straightened out, the car headed right at one plow. I closed my eyes, accepting the crash going to happen. 

There was a whooshing sound, another spin, and I cracked open my eyes. Somehow, the car perched on the berm on the other side of the road. It was as if I had gone through the plow truck. 

Strange thing, that when I closed my eyes, I saw a light and a shadow pass by. 

I wouldn’t close my eyes if an impact wasn’t sure. 

It would’ve been the last homecoming if I had collided with that snowplow. It wasn’t yet my time. I believe an angel deflected the car away from the danger. 

At any rate, I haven’t had a beer since.



 
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Posted by on January 16, 2022 in Memoir, Poetry

 

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The Old Man Was Right

The old man (word checker underlined ‘old man’ as 'outdated' - he was, and so am I) said the world would be a great place to live if it weren’t for the people, and though he was a curmudgeon of the highest order, he was right. 

*And bugger off, you pseudo-academic algorithmic word checker trying to inject woke tame egg-headed words into my writing, get stuffed!* 

Squinting, bat-like, into the web page, which replaced the evening paper by the door, the old coot was right—the sordid stories of disease, war, murder,
hatred, political shenanigans, sexual offenses against children, etc. 
The old man was true.
 
A sting from an angry honey bee is more salubrious;
a shark attack biting a swimmer in half is more beneficial 
than the wrongs fostered by sapiens with big bulbous brains 
wasting this blue pearl of a world
     and themselves.





 
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Posted by on January 16, 2022 in Poetry

 

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Brittle -Haiku

eighteen degree snap
the grass crunches to walk on
brittle like my bones


 
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Posted by on January 15, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

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Juice -Haiku

Liquid sunshine tang
slides electric on my tongue
Apple, carrot, lime





 
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Posted by on January 15, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

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American’s Scary Carry

Thumpers with drooping derrieres
hanging pendulums for chests that
go whip-whap when they jiggle
along with chubby little brats
(the apples stay close)
at Walmart, yank undies out of
huge cracks riding high--

--I see, said a visitor from Kenya,
--what it means to be
an American --(combining sight
with thought into conclusion)

50 pounds from McDonald's add
Giant Eagle whose pudgy wings
strokes Piggly Wiggly to climax.
Glibly following the latest diets; 
of low fat, high protein, processed vegan 
expensive laboratory-concocted junk 
to gorge upon,

good carbs, bad carbs,
dubbing bacon and eggs a coronary 
on a plate while the wiseacres
down a Starbucks muffin with Macchiato
soybean latte
a green smoothie for a chaser 

then because of mixed messages
from the scientific "experts,"
throwing in the towel
saying "f*k it." swimming
in oceans of sucralose pop 

to drown us as we count 
calories becoming lumps
of happy fat to carry
as American as
apple pie
 
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Posted by on January 13, 2022 in Poetry

 

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Bands -Haiku

a blizzard tears through
bands of angels range about
shield from ice & snow
 
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Posted by on January 9, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

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January 2022 -Haiku

the rushing wind roars
winter weather is nearing
to sound this new year

 
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Posted by on January 9, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

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???

What if 
--we didn't expect love to fail?
--we believe love overcomes all obstacles - 
    even an empty bank account?
--we didn't enhance negativity to suck the life from the positive?
--we didn't focus on the past and future? 
--we didn't overlook the present?
--we didn't consider the journey a waste 
    even after the wheels came off?
--we didn't live at the mercy of others' judgments - 
    or even our own?
--we were not in bondage to our fears?
--we never justified bitterness as the reason
    to end a relationship?
--we chose to be happy when everything seemed wrong?
--we were convinced that there is a higher spiritual way 
    that supersedes the stiff unbending symbols?
--we were sure that living is about learning to love -
     empowering ourselves and others in our relationships?
--we practiced kindness and respect as the highest forms of love?
--we tried to understand rather than to judge? 

???
 

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A Certain Twinkle

As if it were today,

the thoughts
are a whirl, 
confused,
excited, 
& dumbfounded -

Standing in front of me, 
she has 
a smile that charts the heavens 
of unexplored space– she

is a brilliant prism 
of multifaceted loveliness 
striking me gobsmacked 
with indescribable delight —

I stare at her like a devotee 
having a beatific vision
of an oasis after crawling in a desert

Terrified at first, at evening
we stroll together a mile down Church street
next to the Old Baptist civil war cemetery 
with upward gaze, we are fairy-sprinkled 
by a star-bedazzled night.

Her peridot and orange-speckled 
eyes dance with the stars too 
which we give names 
while pointing them out along the way, 

Holding hands, the surges begin-- 
raw energy tickling through each of us 
like the lunar ocean tide 
mounting higher, we ride the currents 

until we become
the blushing sky, 
the embarrassed trees, 
the cornstalk scarecrows, 
& us

children of the universe—
flushed with innocent wonder 
our subatomic cores combine  

radiate
crackling Tesla coils
pulsate in sync
with the night's chirping rhythm 

our hearts are quadraphonic 
the binding is palpable
opening the bulkheads 
to young wonderment, 

I am a glad pupil. 
 
She is my poet princess
training me
teasing me &
tantalizing me

if we scale too fast, 
she gently throttles: 

"breathe." 
"savor the moment."
"let it build." 

--our celestial bodies 
share an orbit by gravitational tension 
one with the ancient song of the zodiac,
new stellar systems birth 
from our combined singularity.

Sadly, four years ago, her quasar
was torn away into another quadrant 
to leave a miserable void in mine.

Yet black holes are necessary 
in the creative scheme of things
worming a network 
between the galaxies

A certain nighttime luminary 
still twinkles at me
with her prodding smile.




 
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Posted by on January 9, 2022 in Poetry

 

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Bugs

A temporary standoff exists
between microorganisms

..    ....   
             vs
,,,,, , ,
 
mitigating whales, elephants, 
bunnies, and humans.
All organics are the macro from the micro.

...    ,,,,   <->  ??????    !!!!!!

nanoparticles collude and collide, 
have love-fests  --> O
and beat war drums .. .. .. .. .. .. .....
explaining the pot-bellied tenant  D
who belches with incessant indigestion 
and the spike-helmeted mini machine 
infiltrating nasal passages. 

So whether it's birth-- 
(a combination of wet specks) 
or dying 
(domination of one bug over another), 
It's all about opportunistic bugs  . . . . . . . 
Did I mention a bunny?

 
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Posted by on January 8, 2022 in Poetry

 

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