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We took a vacation way up North in the dead of winter
“You’re going the wrong way”, all would say thinking our minds must have splintered.
It was hard to find a room to rent within the Arctic circus
But one we did find with a hot tub outside to suit our final purpose.
Wearing only a robe and boots of skin with a bottle of wine in hand
To the hot tub we ran in minus degrees disrobing before we jumped in.
We poured our glasses of red cabernet and clinked them together so slight,
As we settled in in the dark of the day waiting for the Aurora Borealis display of light.
Visions of light; red, blue and green, dancing a spectacle we’d never seen
While ice crystals formed on our lashes.
Out on the horizon up through the heavens,
One after another most vibrant of flashes.
For hours we sat in the hot water vat
Staring in utter delight
Never a sight had we seen so beautifully obscene
As the dance of the Northern Lights.
Entry in the Viva Vacation contest.
9th Place
Here we are again
With me with my small voice
smaller still than it was before
Reaching deep into the darkness to find you
to give you my hand and tell you that you are not alone
Here we are again
with me believing with all my heart and soul that I can help you
my voice cracking and you can't hear it
but my heart's so strong
Reaching out
so tired
so weak and yet so willing to reach for you
even in my own fatigue and age
to reach out for you
to let you know you're not alone
it's going to be okay
everyday is such a miracle
do you not see
if you look for how beautiful the morning is
How incredible it is at end of day
the sun sets
and this beautiful sunset
is it not more beautiful than you can believe
is it not worth living for
just to see it
I didn't
I don't want to ask anything more from one day than a beautiful sunrise and a beautiful sunset
and
that I did I do something
I got off the couch I did something
I accomplished at least one thing that I really wanted to accomplish in any day
That's how you survive
You get up and do one thing
One thing at least
that makes you proud
Dishes, laundry, paint something, fix something, help someone, clean something, brush your teeth, wash your hair, anything
and then go on
one step at a time
one day at a time
not like the alcoholics call it but just believe in every single day
Give thanks for your pillow
Give thanks for your sheets
Give thanks for your water
give thanks for showers
do you know people used to only bathe once in awhile in cold water in big tubs...do you have any idea how incredible it is that we have hot water and you can stand in the shower
you want to give up life and yet the reality is if you just stand in the shower in that hot water you'll feel so much better and if you think about how much you should appreciate it
that
that alone is enough to get you through at least one day
Please get through one more day
And then each day is brand new...just one more thing...do just one more thing you can be proud of as the sun sets
Do you over and over cause I think you are incredible
I think you are beautiful
I believe in you and my love has no end
Just like love is supposed to be
Somewhere out here in cyber security space
God gets to say just what he wants to
I love you
Women in my family, there were few but they had great hospitality. My aunt was the best cook ever, so delicious never like shoes leather. One day we tried cooking fresh crabs, until they came out of the bags. Then into the hot water they went, cooked and added butter for a hot butter scent. Each summer I would stay for a few weeks, we would go shopping for blush for my cheeks. I always hated to leave, I would cry on my blouse sleeve. I will always cherish each fun day, my aunt was like a bright sun ray.
Date Written: 6/14/2022
3 Place
Women in my family Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
I worry about being unfair to other benign parasites
in my feeding-frenzy faith community,
and to myself,
because I need
and/or want
a residential
intentionally cooperative
resiliently win/win consensus
co-investing
co-managing
eco-responsible and responsive
health-wealth community.
This feels rather much to ask
of someone already satisfied with a weekly sanctuary bath,
washing off some of the weekday BusinessAsUsual compost,
looking for ever renewing possibilities for repurposing trash
into refueling treasure.
I fear afflicting innocent souls
with my competitive capitalistic commodifying infliction
endangering all sacred values
averse to genuflecting before all secularized disvalues;
My own intentional community dreams
of relief from justice as revenge
anticipate double-binding win/win commitment to mercy
as peace restoring justice
for mutually healing purposes,
Sacred sanctuary relations between and among
strong-faithed cooperative parasites on MotherEarth,
actively seeking ego-systemic kindness within
and eco-systemic compassion
communioned
communicated
through commonly-held metaphoric verbals
and metaphysical non-verbals,
motions and emotions also shared
without my own comfortably sacred faith community.
I worry this desire of mine
bears little difference
than a hope to live in a multicultural gym
rather than to come in,
invest in twenty aerobic minutes on empty rows of exercise bikes,
take a quick, very private, shower,
and leave enough hot water
for all future regenerations.
Efficient,
like commercial sandwich bread,
but not really the stuff of robust communion.
Future Dreams
The hot water in the teapot
is boiling and the kettle whistling loudly.
It seems to have gotten hot, very quickly,
as if time was speeding up,
and not slowing down,
or allowing for those that can not run
to walk faster.
This morning the sun itself...
seems on a mission to reach
its zenith in the sky,
but one has to wonder why?
The birds outside are fewer than yesterday,
the storm having taken some south.
They will come back when the winds drop,
or they will die trying to reach home.
It is what they do,
it is what we all do,
in an effort to be made whole.
The shadows are longer in the shade
and the sun is hotter in the open,
than it has been felt in a hundred years.
By afternoon, the clouds will return
with a vengeance to pour upon the land
which can not hold the precious liquid anymore.
Instead, it simply runs down the sides of the mountains,
through fresh steams and rivers newly formed.
It rushes by homes that were once safe, and dry.
Now the land itself repels, and denies.
This season will lead into the next,
but diminished in capacity and ill-prepared.
We are worn out from the fights
we have already lived through,
but the war is far from over.
Bow, kneel, and pray for a better day,
in some way to bypass this one for the next,
without losing our train of thought
or reflecting that we are small,
and only He is tall.
You make me a cup of tea to wake me up in the right way
I rub your feet at night before bed so you fall asleep in a nice way
I fill the tub with hot water and fill it up with bubbles
You give me those sweet kisses wrapped in your cuddles
I love your puppy brown eyes and your sweet soft lips
You've got me going crazy the way you swing those hips
You hate it when I grow my beard
You say I look like a dad
You should never cut your hair
I need something to grab
You are so loveable
You're just my snowflake
You drive me crazy sometimes
But that's part of the showcase
I hope you know just how beautiful you are to me
And with this ring I'll show you just how much you mean to me
I
He left to learn more: art of love to make,
And sun down, wished to rest in a village,
To take off at the dawn soon as to wake,
A graceful woman gave him a cottage.
‘Forget me not on your way back, she said,
A few years and he completed the course—
What flutter of eyes meant, every love aid,
What’s come-hither look, gathered from all shores.
On his way back she made a room for him,
Hot water for feet, scents under pillow,
Heady garlands and what not did follow,
But what she saw made her nearly to scream.
It gave the young man some heady hot stuff,
Shaking him as if by nape of his scruff!
II
He felt he was charismatic, handsome,
That, this lady has sure fallen for him,
He felt a strange frisson from nowhere come,
Things unfolded around him a la dream.
And one day when the time seemed right, no qualm,
He caught her by the wrist, closer to pull,
But, lo and behold, she screamed, raised her arm,
‘Ye must go back to what so was your school!
Never once take a woman for granted,
For sure, a vital lesson was learnt well:
There was much more to learn, he reflected,
Yea, theory with practicals must gel!
Kama sutra, an Indian heritage,
Can seldom be learnt from a printed page.
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Sonnets (Tongue-in-cheek) | 09.02.2023 | love, women
Fun In The Tub
In the bath tub, I relax from the day.
The hot water from the tap does evenly spray
I put in the bubbles and froth them all up
Light me some candles and get a romantic book.
I slip in the bubbles and they cling everywhere
All soft on my skin all waiting to share
Every inch of my body all covered in bubbly froth
The steam in the room if it were smoke I would cough.
I lay and relax all sensuous lying in bath tub heaven.
When someone shouts up the stairs
“Get a move on will you, its way after seven,
I want some food and a drink and I need to use the loo
Unless I come up and get in with you?”
My heavenly bath is over, I ascend rather quick
I know what he’s after, I know every trick.
I’m out and I’m dressed before he ascends the stairs
“Oh I thought you were in the tub I was after your wares.”
My wares are all gone covered up like a nun
I’m not in the mood for any of his fun,
I watch him strip off down to his smalls
He slips in the baths where I have used some bath balls
I scrub his back gently as he likes me too
And yes you have guessed it I’m now in there too.
February winds pound the siding scattering sand left by the snow plows through the gray angry air. The house seems full of small noises and little else. The cat has taken up his guard post in his rug-covered tree house and purrs in tune with the ping of the hot water pipes. Even the dust has settled.
empty chairs
surround a guestless table:
I stand cup in hand
Scanning the tidy kitchen with its Wedgewood-blue counters and rustic farm-scene border, I note, the cabinets need a good rubdown. Murphy’s Oil in hand I approach the oak with determination, and a soft pink flannel rag. The scent of lemon oil, crisp and clean, wafts past my nose. With great care, I climb a gingerbread chair to reach the highest cabinets over the stove. I balance, praying the seat cushion doesn’t slide out from under my feet. Opening the double doors, I view a stockpile of holiday décor, now unused. There below the paper Easter Eggs, I see them and a tear comes to my eye. Empty now, decades old, of all different sizes, red satin boxes, Valentine Hearts, forgotten.
disturbed dust
floats past my eyes:
the clock bongs once
First Published in haibun Today Fall 2013
Fuscus Belcanto
the "exemplum"
interupted the scene when
the instructers
trow biscuits at the fatter
people to illustrate to the healthier people
how a fatter people responds to certain things.
When they changed to yeast rolls
one instructed stood in the way
to get the first of the warm
treats. This made the fatter people
to think this person suported there point of view, he didn't
and doing the discussions afterward
the people who liked the yeast rolls out numbered the
people who liked the biscuits.
But they were asked to do a summation
to create phrases that
could be used tin a song. The song was meant to be sweet
and the Cantrix was already
signed to a contract
they just needed a song
thats way they did this to these people.
From the Book Fat Shamed
or Phat Shamed
By Decressia Mennis
of Flourboard Expressions
The Hot water will spoil the
your plans if it aint the right temperture