When I was young, the holidays
Were filled with fun and food.
We spent the day with relatives,
All in a happy mood.
At least, that’s how it seemed to me -
My cousins and my brothers
Enjoyed the time we got to spend
Just hanging with the others.
Of course, I never thought of
What the grown-ups had to say -
The cleaning and the cooking
And rambunctious kids - Oy vey!
The hours in the temple
Followed by a home-made meal
And perhaps there were resentments,
Some unable to conceal.
Then the clean-up and the travel
As exhaustion staked its claim.
Still, the warm embraces reaffirmed
That all were glad they came.
Today I am the grown-up
And my eyes are opened wide
As I view the coming holidays
From the much-less magic side.
My passion’s crashin’
Enthusiasm spasmed
My heart’s no longer in it
I’m pure counterfeit
I’d rather be in jail
Call it betrayal…
But they trot me out, their annual thrill
Wish I were ill ~ punxsutawney phil
Hope I'm the only one you call Beb
Every time you go to Bed
Keep it low-key with them Blues
Or listen to my lyrical Bars
You Promised to be my only
I go keep it a hundred with you Bae
You pretty thick with some big Booty
I love everything 'bout your Body
Go put on your Bikini
Lemme take you out to the Beach
Bang you hard from the Bay
With no sweeting in its coastal Breeze
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Water,
Humble and kind,
Washes away poor's shelters,
The fearful vibrations of fate,
A doom.
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APPLE BLOSSOMS CAUGHT DREAMY EYES
fairy farm was ablaze with fruity trees
gentle breezes swayed laden branches
canaries sang, cows mooed, all at ease
FIGS, GRAPES, HACKBERRY, IMBE, JACKFRUIT
with Turkish splash pool glimmering awaited
tiny tier temple newly whitewashed invited
brass buddha bell and rose garden gated
KITES LAY MOTIONLESS NOTICEABLY OBVERT
which leisure activity would we choose
as fruity farm holiday commenced covert
like in paradise peacock strutted with goose
PEACH, QUINCE, RASPBERRY, STRAWBERRY TARTS
stole our minds, stomach and hearts
this heavenly place embraced tired souls
stress dissolved in nature’s eloquent role
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A hawk flew high, soaring...
a breathtaking dive and dip
(Watched I with jealous
eye). Came a great aerial flip,
leveled to precision glide --
my wing-full heart sighed:
Oh, to have wings!
Short time later, I was indoors,
at the dinner table. It was Thanksgiving~
Oh~ God, thank you for wings!
Beneath the sky’s deep purple hue,
Music calls, the laughter too;
Wheels turn slow, the lights all spin,
And pull us gently further in.
The air smells sweet with candy threads,
With buttered corn and warm baked breads;
A carousel of painted dreams,
It ripples on the moonlit streams.
I watch your eyes in neon glow,
They shine in ways you may not know;
The call of bells, the beating drums,
The thrill before the next ride comes.
We win no prize, yet still we keep
The moment safe, our hearts to steep;
For nights like these are never sold,
They live in us when we grow old.
As the tents fold up tight,
And lanterns fade into night,
We walk back slow, still side by side,
With all the joy we could not hide.
Rummage
If you must.
My presence here
Is based on trust
So dressed am I
In Summer svelte
Yet you're to check
My trousers belt;
I'm scanned
As if each cell is rogue
So scrutinised
Despite en vogue
I understand
Away from home
You check my
Hydrocortisone;
The lotion for
My perfect tan
Or salve for lips
To kiss this man
Accept, do I
My gooey three
Could form a plan
For bomb plot spree
A victim
Of mis-communication
Disturbing transport's
Destination
Ungroomed
Is how my luggage ends
While protection
Of the sky depends
On just this task
For safety's sake
More pleasant if
A smile you'd break
Your focus can't be
All on me
Perhaps you're wondering
"What's for tea?"..
Or hoping soon
To get away
To pack for your own
Holiday
So here's my wish
For you to find
Credentials
Of a different kind
As poke and prod
Display and sort
Where discretion is
A last resort
So one day you may
Understand
In travel
To another land
Exposure
To some inner delving
Though required, it may be
Disconcerting
I haven't written anything today:
The fridge needed defrosting
Bottle of wine 'not going to drink itself'
Need to charge phone (minor)
TiVo 75% full, must spend time
watching/deleting programmes
Note to self: define TiVo for future generations
Plus, you'll obviously remember all
the amazing slash mundane ideas you had today and
write them up later on some loosely
defined (series of) date(s)
And, it's Friday
You'll be on official holiday soon
Also, it won't be any good anyway
You're too old for all of this
For starting all of this business again
A Belated Fourth of July
7/7/2025
I wanted to send God‘s blessings to you,
To all past readers, new or true!
Even though I haven’t been here as much.
To all who write to me, I feel your butterfly-touch.
And when you ask me, “How how are you?
Pangie, you doing well? Your cataracts, too?”
You are my very “friendships inspiration bell!
I sense your poet’s heart, making my heart with joy swell?
So to friends who take the time to comment, dear
Or, you soupmail me….when I’m not here.
Know that your are sweetness to me ….
For that, I hold each of you, especially dear.
And so when I saw the fireworks last night,
Your faces, kind words, kept me joyful and bright!
With a warm, patrioitic, hug!
Pangie
I love a long holiday and as a general rule
you’ll find me out by a turquoise pool
cause it’s hot outside and I’m nobody's fool.
Closing my eyes I lazily daydream
listening to my favorite music stream
umbrella shaded from harsh sunbeams.
I’ve put away polemic school assignments
for leisure and tastier desultory refinements
like buffalo wings, pizza and dirty martinis
and the barely there cool of a string bikini.
.
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Songs for this:
Digging your scene by Ivy
The Big Sky (Special Single Mix) by Kate Bush
Can't Be Like This Forever by The Moving Stills
Whirlwind
Of summer embers
Stirs up
From the un-mowed grass
Swept by the brooms of July 4th fireworks
Booming distant in the furled city
Up high
To the tree tops
The fire flies rise
To the hunger of bats that swoop as spoons
Banging the pan of moon
More than enough for all
The stars
Lightning bugs
Moonbeams and bean wings
Consciousness everywhere
Our heads tilt
On their cracked bodies
Statues
Still standing
For a longer whisper
In the ancient gallery of this summer
My wife her husband
Hands freed from our marble robes
We
Ignite and hold
The gold of a sparkler
Close to our faces.
l 'll sleep at his feet
l 'll bathe in his water
l'll choke in his heat
forgetting it's daughter
a pleasure boat calls
a sight seeing tour
Aeolian relax,
they fear not the facts
there's a crater above black
but wont worry me
l'll ignore all read facts
and just swim in the sea
so a sip of the wine
and then l'll fine
myth God Vulcan, Rome
i'm told, he's not home
l try not to think
if his times is to blink
that he has a lie in
as l sip on my gin
its a sight prettily
no sign hostility
but this trip to Italy
Vulcano , Sicily
.................................worries me !
The Fourth of July is almost here,
it will be hot but will it be clear?
Fireworks made me pee my pants,
all wet but I will still dance.
Pretty colors do not run in fear.
He put his ribs on the grill
Trying to show off his cooking skill
But the flames were too high
Twas trying to reach the sky
But smoky knocked his grill down the hill
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