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SUMMER, WINTER SOLSTICE - 2010

It was a visit long overdue by most people’s standards. I had last seen my daughter two years prior to that during a whirlwind trip which she and her fiancé had made to Cape Town. I had an unexpected financial windfall and the money was burning a hole in my pocket. On the spur of the moment, I called my daughter and asked her to source accommodation for me in London over the Christmas season. A few days later, she called me back with the news that all the hotels had been booked up, save for the Ritz. I chuckled at the idea of having to spend my entire holiday budget on just one night at the Ritz. Then reason asserted itself and we put our heads together to come up with an alternative solution. I could hear her flatmate in the background, chipping in with her penny’s worth of advice. My daughter hung up and I was feeling down in the mouth about the plans for the trip being derailed in such a fashion. Later that evening, my daughter called back with the offer that if I did not object to sleeping on the settee in the lounge, I would be most welcome to stay with them at their London flat. I gladly accepted. She is a chef at a top restaurant and I was looking forward to gourmet meals prepared by her - including the Christmas turkey.

screeching seagulls dive at sushi scraps on a plate - the urchin watches
The evening of the booked flight to London, arrived. It was an uncomfortable hot day and I showered and dressed with only minutes to spare before my friend took me to the airport to book in the statuary two hours before international flight departures. At the airport everything was in chaos. We were given the unwelcome news that our flight had been cancelled. This was the third direct flight to London which had been cancelled that week due to London experiencing the worst weather and snow since records began in 1890! We were offered alternative flights and had to stand in queues for hours in order to procure a new airline ticket. Some people became very verbose and insisted on being granted passage on other airline carriers (at the cost of our local airline carrier). I do not know whether it was due to the weather or the disappointment I was feeling, but when my turn came at last to book a new flight, I readily agreed to fly on Christmas Eve ( three days hence) to London. If I had been given time to reflect on this date, I would not have accepted it. Arriving in London on Christmas Day would have been disastrous: The tubes and other public transport would have been curtailed on Christmas Day and shops and other amenities would have been closed for the day. This I knew from previous trips to the UK over the festive season. To add insult to injury, taxis would have charged triple for cab fare and no amount of quibbling would have swayed them. I phoned my friend to collect me and when we got home, I poured a large glass of Merlot and retired on the sun lounger in the garden. It was *full moon that evening and it was almost worth missing the trip to witness its beauty. I left my bags in the hallway and retired early – after phoning my daughter and giving her an update on the status quo.
moths dart between moon flowers - lunar eclipse
Six am the following morning, I was woken up by the phone ringing. Sleepily I took the call. It was the airline inquiring whether I could get to the airport by seven am. My friend was dancing up and down in agitation and already had the car out by the time I had brushed my teeth. I offered to pay any speeding fines which she might incur during our mad dash to get to the airport on time. The flight was an additional service which was laid on to get the backlog of passengers to their desired destinations. Heathrow had given our pilots permission to proceed, hence the call to me that morning. We were a total of thirty six passengers on the Boeing 747 – it translated to two passengers per crew member. We were treated to five in flight movies which were current and could eat and drink as much as we wished to. By the time we landed in London at seven pm that evening, there was a festive spirit among us. A radio taxi (which my daughter had organised) was waiting to collect me at Heathrow airport. It was a chilly four degrees Celsius below zero and I was grateful for my leather coat and wool accessories.
steep steps to flat shut out the bitter world - a heart pounds
**************************************************************** *The December 2010 lunar eclipse occurred from 5:27 to 11:06 UTC on December 21, coinciding with the date of the December solstice. It was visible in its entirety as a total lunar eclipse in North and South America, Iceland, Ireland, Britain and northern Scandinavia. "bitter" means piercingly cold..... A term commonly used by Britishers... "flat" means apartment. The Londoners I know, refer to it as just "flat" with no adj or possessive noun or article. Please see the About section for explanations regarding the 1ST AND LAST haiku. Haibun(literally, haikai writings) is a prosi-metric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and includes the autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal. ~ Wikipedia


Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2013


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Mindless Thinking

Took a cruise down a river of booze.
Pissed my pants and filled my shoes.
Now it's time to clean it up.
Took a shower and drank a cup.

The fever caused my nerves to shake.
I had to leave her, it wouldn't take.
That restless feeling wouldn't rest.
Now I hope it's for the best.

The wheels are rolling slow and steady.
I turned left and then saw Betty.
Drove a ways and heard this plinking.
Turn signal stuck and still was blinking.

I took the hint and headed south.
Now I look down in the mouth.
Jumped a freighter for the coast.
Sent my regards back in the post.

Now I'm sittin' on the pier.
Wonderin' where to go from here.
Borrowed a boat without the keys.
It's dangerous doing what you please.

Gas ran out and I hit a reef.
Sprung a leak, nothing but grief.
I bailed out as it was sinking.
That's the way it goes with mindless thinking.








Copyright © robert johnson | Year Posted 2015


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Bring Your Own Sunshine



Wherever you go, don't forget Bring your own sunshine along To brighten up the path you travel Singing a happiness song It's certainly possible, look at me Can't wipe this smile from my face Mona Lisa can't hold a candle to Jacko Brightening the darkest place Am I happy with my life so far Bet yer sweet bippie I am Was never much of a complainer ever Or a down-in-the-mouth type man So wherever you go, don't forget Give everyone your big high fives Never leave home without your sunshine You'll brighten up so many lives © Jack Ellison 2015


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015


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Miss Lolly Palooza



Have you ever heard of Miss Lolly Palooza Lolly's a sweet young thing You'll never see her when the temperature's frigid She emerges at the first sign of spring Sometimes a robin will try getting here first It's an age old friendly contest To see who's gonna be the one to announce Old man winter is finally at rest Miss Lolly Palooza is the lady we wait for With bated breath every year Bringing us fields of lovely spring flowers But she also brings rain I fear With every drop of rain that comes down A flower raises it's pretty head Spring's not the time to be down in the mouth We should all be happy instead So Miss Lolly Palooza has returned once more Welcome her with open arms She can only stay for a very short while Then disappears with her charms © Jack Ellison 2013


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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Waiting on Time

They keep telling me time is on my side.
But I'm not sure that time can stem the tide.
When things begin to go down south.
And life leaves you down in the mouth.
All I know is to run and hide.

And with the passing of the days.
Life can change so many ways.
And youth will go by in a blink.
Leaving no more time to think.
And there you stand left in a daze.

Love and money disappear spent without a care.
Then you wake up all alone with nobody there.
Flat broke busted, riding on the spare.
Not a dime to give away to appease dispair.
Time's not coming to someone that's not there.

Down on my knee's and begging please.
For God to blow a gentle breeze.
To take away all of the dust.
Of all the years I did not trust.
But still it's still up in the trees.



Copyright © robert johnson | Year Posted 2014


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Bring Your Own Sunshine



Wherever you go, don't forget Bring your own sunshine along To brighten up the path you travel Singing a happiness song It's certainly possible, look at me Can't wipe this smile from my face Mona Lisa can't hold a candle to Jacko Brightening the darkest place Am I happy with my life so far Bet yer sweet bippie I am Was never much of a complainer ever Or a down-in-the-mouth type man So wherever you go, don't forget Give everyone your big high fives Never leave home without your sunshine You'll brighten up so many lives © Jack Ellison 2012


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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Next Election



Ill winds are blowing, things are turning south It's a sign of the new order, we're all down in the mouth But there's bright days ahead Not yet ready for a deathbed Next election, we'll surely be cleaning house


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017


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P-Soup



What can I say It's not my best day They come along once in a while It's not a big deal It's normal to feel Overwhelmed and unable to smile The stress' of life With everyday strife Can sure get you down in the mouth Think of the good things That make your heart sing Like an extended vacation down south It's always your call You're in charge of it all No excuses, no apologies, no jive talk Grab hold of the reigns And always remain The person in charge round the clock I may sound naive But this thought I will leave Feeling better getting things off my chest Must thank all you guys For support you provide This P-Soup is the absolute best © Jack Ellison 2013


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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Not Enough Money for the Month

Not Enough Money for the Month

By Elton Camp

Many old folks thought they were secure
And could enjoy life in old age for sure

But when their portfolios went south
Found themselves down in the mouth 

Even the money they struggled to save
Only a very tiny amount of interest gave

Rising medical costs and medicine bills
Only added to their many financial ills

So desperately-needed money to earn
Back to work some have had to return

The jobs they find are mainly low-paying
“Welcome to Wal-Mart” many are saying

No matter how much their feet may ache
To fail to smile and speak is a mistake

To continue to keep a roof over their head
Old people must work until they’re dead




Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2012


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Year Fifty Two

Year Fifty Two


Oh what a glorious day it is
And happy birthday to you I say
Fifty two wonderful years for you
And many more  you’ll have I pray

Don’t look so down in the mouth
And pout about getting so old
Be glad you’ve lasted this long I say
Many more stories you have to be told

There are so many you have that care
And these things you need to know
Why look at all the things you’ve done
And the love and kindness to all you show

There are the boys in your life of course
Sometimes they don’t show you enough
But just below their nonchalance 
Is so much care and love and stuff

And then of course there is me
The me you just cannot do without
You know that I care and you care too
So just never worry or have any doubt

So happy, happy birthday!!
And say hello to fifty two 
It is just another year you know
And it is a great time waiting for you!!

October 8th, 2015

Connie Moore






Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2015


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A Big Strong Mouse



Just because others are down in the mouth Don't let it affect you, be a big strong mouse Lead by example Don't get trampled Show 'em how to grin and the fires to douse


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017