I canceled my doctor’s appointment
The second time, due to the snow.
It’s to check on my eyes
But to no one’s surprise,
The predictions say I shouldn’t go.
It’s not an emergency visit,
But now I will be overdue.
I wanted things checked
But the blizzard’s effect
Is to underscore what is taboo,
Which is venture outside when the weather
May have whiteout conditions or worse.
I could trip on the ice
So I’ll follow advice
And stay home since the forecast’s adverse.
Maybe third time’s the charm will prove worthy
And on my next appointment, I’ll show.
Until then I’ll give in;
Mother Nature will win
And from home I’ll watch blizzard winds blow.
Gay has a doctor’s appointment almost every day
bone specialist, heart surgeon, eye doctor for old Gay
Goes from appointment to appointment hoping to find something wrong
Breaking a bone or two would have her singing a joyful song
She has had seventeen colonoscopies this year
plus, several surgeries, next year they’ll rebuild her ear
there she goes now to another doctor appointment I’ll bet
I heard that she is demanding to have her unbroken arm set.
Dentist appointments cause me to linger,
Someplace betwixt dread and the blackness,
Fright’s version of despair,
Wistful and aching with silent prayers,
Silent, silence, soundless – still,
All the reasons, the responses, the requisites,
For those hours, endless times
Spent, losing my mind,
With mouth opened to oblige
Fingers pressed against my gums,
Forcing the enemy’s needles,
Taste of lidocaine, breathing in and out,
Through expanded nostrils,
Urgent moments, flooded with apprehension,
Distracted by the metal instruments,
Dreadful apparatuses,
Some intended to scrap at my enamel,
Pick at my fangs,
Some meant to dislodge roots,
Extract a tooth, - a part of me,
A portion of my flesh, my body,
Buried deep in my gums,
Where silent forces sing of dark horrors,
Will this dentist ever finish?
It seems like I’ve been in this chair for hours,
Looking at my watch….
Can it have only been five minutes!?!
A false rush paved the way,
amidst empty glasses and pizza boxes
everyone had something to say.
Mauve, green, white, and blue.
A hint of banter.
a connection flickered with you.
Head lowered, fleeting glances,
could have talked all night
only if you didn’t miss all the chances.
Felt special for maybe a second
close, talking
ignoring all flags that beckoned
Should‘ve caught an earlier train,
would’ve saved the anxiety,
could’ve rested my overworked brain.
But i stayed anyway,
far side of the sofa,
hoping you’d have something to say.
watched you small talk with everybody,
thinking to myself,
“maybe he didn’t see me”.
and then it suddenly dawned,
you really don’t care, cause
it’s not that hard to respond
I was definitely a fool,
thinking it was electric
when the flip side was cruel
nothing here, no chase
this appointment
just brings sadness to my face.
Was the walk awkward for you as well?
the boy who chatted with girls all night
walked quietly and bid farewell.
Why does life have to be so frustrating at times
Trying to eliminate it from our lives is an uphill climb
Imagine a world without it how relaxing life could be
Eliminating frustration is a very daunting task I am sure we all agree
We all experience these unsettling moments from time to time
A traffic jam when you are late for an appointment seems to ignite the reaction, not so fine
We can not change the predicament we are in but we surely can change our reactions to it
I know it is easier said than done but trying to be calm is a better plan than a near-fit
Frustration is stalking us all the time, waiting to attack when we let our guard down
We must learn to cope by finding ways to calm the mind
Make it your mission to go out and see what you can find
One of the best methods to cope is writing a poem
It certainly works for me, maybe I am not alone
We were all having trouble carving our pumpkins this year.
Me and my relatives, were not able to do it without a tear.
Cutting up our hands in a variety of ways, one slice at a time.
You need the witch carver, I was told at half past nine.
I called her up and made an appointment for six after three.
She was very precise about it that seemed lovely to me.
She took a scalpel and began carving a decorative high heeled shoe.
I was shocked at how reasonable her amazing prices were too.
When you're green, you grow
When you're ripe, you rot, they say
Everything has end.
He has an appointment,
In the Big Smoke,The Great Wen
and if successful I will of course provide indubitable support, keep in touch, on occasion visit.
He reveals "It's with an artist."
"Wow, anyone I know". "What's the job?"
"Unlikely Dad, but he's massively respected in his field....tattooing. It's not an interview. I'll be back tomorrow after he's finished."
Following realisation all I can muster is "Cool" a poor attempt at acceptance.
We go through the expected. Surety. Who? What? Where?
It was always going to happen.
A music production degree without body art is, I believe an auto fail.
And deep down I wished it was me, confident, carefree, au courant,
Once I possibly was, so I'll tell him it looks sensational, cool.
little birds flying around my legs and feet
unless i got some food, no way do they want to meet
i enjoy them in flight, being all free
oh, Sweet Mama, how i wish that was me
the water is their seductress as well as their mirror
it is within this much needed Peace where i see things so much clearer
the whooping crane flies away showing her natural size
this bubblebath jacuzzi feeling inspires the sun to rise
a stray puppy comes out of nowhere to say hello
i pet his little head, and he begins to lick my elbow
we then look at the water together wondering where it goes
we listen to some mid 70s bob james, and the grooves temporarily frees us from our woes
Surprising me, visitor came
with no appointment to exclaim
declaring "I am not to blame"
"unplanned meetings marked my great fame."
My visitor made me rejoice
with good news of achievement poise
affirming that one's biggest choice
is to keep using freedom-voice.
Friend of mine during high school times
narrated events as sweet chimes
including teen-age walks and climbs
as well as our loud chanting rhymes.
Sharing wondrous friendship delight
highlighted surprise-visit flight
full of caring partnership height
midst pleasant reminiscing might.
Thanking her surprise visit's cheer
I praise God for friendship so dear
expressing love though mixed with tear
as friends*--- though far still say, "I'm here."
*Proverbs 17:17 A friend loveth at all times…
March 24, 2022
Edited on April 5, 2023
Meet and greet master of our form
Night and day, as we be so breathed
Consciousness feels magnetism warm
Our ego transient, soon deceased
Search for source of inspiration
Meet and greet master of our form
Clear light dawns in meditation
Upon so ceasing to brainstorm
Maya illusion chloroform
Plunging awareness in stupor
Meet and greet master of our form
What causes our playful caper
Truth discerned in tranquil silence
When graced by a benign bliss storm
Enlivened by divine fragrance
Meet and greet master of our form
04-July-2021
I turned to my wife
With desire in my eyes
And my loins a little disjointed
Forestalling sin,
She asked with no grin,
¨Kind sir, do you have an appointment?¨
You'll need to make an appointment
If you wanna have a shot at love
I was having a chat
With a sweet bureaucrat
Whose curves nature had appointed
The moment seemed right
When up came the red light
And a billboard reading, ¨Make your appointment¨
In the future, you'll need an appointment
For love, for kindness, for care
Some justice of the peace
Will preside your release
Or decide on your fate of despair
In time we'll be damned
To a hostile land
Ruled by gods we ourselves anointed
Hey, you get what you give
So don't ---- where you live --
Or at least not without an appointment.
Dark night is closer, after your
Callings, callings from the half -seen trees.
Night owls are crying. A smile is
Ominous dancing in the branches.
Of slow time, night unfolds
Its ranges of stories, night’s regular acts.
All dead voices are laying ice cold.
My prolix is a wakeup call.
Night’s mysteries are awake with my poem
After a long cold sleep at Tirupati.
Foul smells hard, ghostly.
Time is decaying mundane trash.
One uncouth face conjures up,
Other unshaped faces, wild dark.
Only the hooded eyes, a simpleton
Strange sounds of howling. What a loss!
The art is moonshine.
My reason is homeless.
A few seeds have life.
My dead brother is back.
Nobody is awake at this odd hour
only a child’s unmasked hooting.
Spirits of the dead have a night out
for an appointment with the unknown.
The emperor of words, “Take care.”
No matter, how high you fly in the sky
You rain somewhere beyond a known order. Farmers
are waiting. Your water carries a bread of hope.
You paint houses with poetic colours.
Had to get some blood work
As my doctor did demand
So I walked up to the lab
With my appointment in my hand.
A few were there before me
As we checked in one by one.
They would text when they were ready;
I could wait out in the sun.
My cell phone beeped; I went inside
Where others sat in chairs.
“Appointment lady!” I was called,
Eliciting some stares.
I guess most folks were walk-ins;
My appointment really paid.
With some clicks on the computer,
They, too, might have made the grade.
Ocean City Chevrolet:
JILL,
Your requested appointment was scheduled!
Thank you
Your Service Consultant is: Bobby Leonard
Your appointment date is: 02/24/2021
Your appointment time is: 09:00a
Please pull your vehicle into the service lane when arriving,
come under the canopy and into the building through the
garage door. Bobby Leonard will be ready to assist you.
Jill Webster Horn
Oh, well brake light is coming and ABS automatic Brake System
and skid icon
Sent from my iPhone
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