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Epiphany
1950, there had been a war, but things were going back to normal.
My mother had a new boyfriend who also had a small cabin on an island
and a rowing boat.
On a nice Sunday, we rowed out, mother had made sandwiches mostly filled with jam,
a thermos of coffee and a bottle of soft drink.
Her boyfriend gave me a line with a hook and a sinker and told me
to go to the shallow and catch something.
I did as he said, but must add I do not take kindly being “told.”
There were many tiny fishes that looked like swimming rainbows
I was enthralled by them; in the crystal-clear water, it was like looking into heaven.
I must have been in a dreamlike state of mind, took a step forward and fell into the water.
The boyfriend came running, mother too, she was worried about my health,
we returned back to town, so I could get dry clothing and cacao drink.
The boyfriend was grumpy, suggested I had fallen into the water
to attract attention.
I didn´t try to explain that for a moment I had seen the wonder and understood everything.
Mind, he could have been right, what does a boy know of life.
Sunday Morning blues
RIO DE JANEIRO all nights or LAS VEGAS nightlife
After two-three glasses of Twisted Ice Lemon
Or was it an Alabama Slammer? You mustn’t trust!
My days and nights felt like a Freight train ride
And that no lie!
Then I remember the Cuban Bulldog who bite me
Three years ago, in Kissimmee; I think
which left me more than a little weak
in the knees those feisty drinks
Or was it that wicked, wacky Long Island Ice coffee
Which almost has done me in?
after watching a news clips of Momar Kadafi
or was it an episode of Friends
Luckily, for me I met my sweet Marlin Brando
And it was hallelujah and Amen in Key Largo
So many bartenders, so many smokes filled rooms
So, once again here I am nursing
Another Sunday mornings blues.
Between the rise of dawn and the cleared dark of twilight,
Lies a hidden season of dream, when the indulged daystar makes its nest.
Between the warmth of summer and the chill of harsh life,
Spring strings its arches of renewal and hope.
Between the unequivocal black-and-white fabric,
Mysteriously flows a grey veil of ambivalence.
Between the babel of noise and sacred silence,
Stretches a space for retreat, an island of calm.
Between birth and the fragility of age,
The season of fertility revives, in rhythms of mystery.
Between the maturity's dusk and the spilled perfume of childhood,
A season of innocence opens, a gate to the primal Eden.
Between the sin that erases and the sweet grace that heals,
Rises a time for decision, a choice between two lights.
Between vision and the pressing solid reality,
A time for prayer breaks through, a heart's murmur that prays.
Between the trembling doubt and the marriage of wonders with the world's eyes,
Lies the season of perseverance of faith, boundaries unfound.
Between love and the spiteful indifference of hate,
Awakens a predilection for mercy, a season of your warmth.
Between the despair of death and the triumphant birth of life,
Stands the clarity of heaven, a season of light, wandering fragrant.
Between the lost garden of Eden and the second coming, a celebration of resurrection,
Stands the full timbre of anticipation, wilting surreptitious expectations.
Life
Life is a bowl of cherries
Life is a stage which we never leave
Life is an island on which we’re shipwrecked
Life seems to be an impossible mission that never ends
Life is God
Whatever else life happens to be
It is sometimes worse than getting stung by a bee
Even when there are soothing sounds which are supposed to help
We cannot always relax and be happy
But life is life and for every individual
it is allegedly different which may be hard
For some to understand regardless of demands
Which seem to be all around in different shapes-
Oh, why can’t there be less stress in life?
Lisa starred as Wednesday Addams in "The Addams Family".
When I say she was talented, I'm sure that people will agree.
She also starred in "Fantasy Island", "Barnaby Jones" and "As The World Turns".
People are very sad because her life came to an end and she will never return.
She died too young and it's terrible that she's not alive anymore.
After living for over six decades, she died at the age of sixty-four.
Lisa was born in 1958 and she passed away in 2023.
She will be remembered for starring as Wednesday in "The Addams Family".
[Dedicated to Lisa Loring (1958-2023) who died on January 28, 2023]
Just sitting in this island paradise;
the palm trees swaying in the summer breeze.
With Mother Nature’s beauty so precise,
I kick back to enjoy this life of ease.
The pelicans are soaring overhead;
I watch them as they deftly glide along,
while drifting on the breeze with wings wide spread,
I’m thoroughly enjoying nature’s song.
The roaring of the surf against the shore,
and ocean mist that’s blowing in the air,
the island beauty one can not ignore;
a barefoot moment in a life so fair.
And while I ponder all my future chores,
the tasks of life that always come our way;
remembering the life on distant shores,
I’ll close my eyes and think about this day.
July 4, 2018
In Europe they call us selfish just out for our own
but they just wanna use us and send money home
and that’s selfish you know,
survival is selfish is that a bad thing
selfish against Hitler forever lasting
thought we couldn’t get passed him
we’re still standing
he’s a has been
lets settle this Brexit is a political set up
Westminster over Brussels unelected
cause Westminster can be inspected
we vote for our leaders our peeps
yours are selected elites
we ask them to leave us but yours won’t
hold them responsible whilst yours don’t respond at all picking and choosing never accountable it’s you who's losing
who’s in a downward fall
the big group or island four
Independent whilst yours
instigate bent
how wars divided nations
now all joined in European Unification
bigger is better
when never
bigger fall harder
as chaos grows larger
the pound is stronger than the Euro
so you know
where to go
the EU
we leave you,
we’re better mate don’t need you
a weak group on a defeat loop
seafarers’ paradise
seven men drowned
when a ship sank under gigantic waves
seven weeks later
they appeared on the Island of Saragossa
where singing shanty is forbidden
but seaweed is served in 7 variations
by a female ship cook, the only woman
who had been welcomed
as mess-maid was not proper sailors
as for the dead they are soaking wet
it is what keep then going, and lives in caves
lit up by electric eel and blue sea stars
the carpenter has added shelves.
strict ranks are observed, the skippers have
the biggest cave, in a smaller cave, the chief steward
drink whisky from a flask that fills itself up
insist he is an officer, is in conflict with everyone.
since the island is timeless, no one knows or care
whether it is forenoon or afternoon
they listen to the cook’s bell, especially if curry is served
when it is summer, they swim with dolphins.
slam it to me punk you think you’re so cool
this bald headed old fart will take you to school
you think you’re the first generation to revolt
if you read a history book you’d know that’s a joke
yes that’s a joke
go ahead punk – take a poke
hell i was sitting down in a war protest strike
while guardsmen flexed their muscles and sticks of the night
don’t talk to me about your troubled young fate
until you’ve been through a night like at Kent State
people died there
shot by the man
four college kids killed right where they stand
go ahead shout, curse and be rude
show me your underwear and your attitude
pretend you’re real mean and ain’t scared a nuthin
brag like you think you can beat out my stuffin
i’m an old fart of fifty plus years
i’ve already shed an ocean of tears
i aint got nothing much left to loose
which is what makes me much more dangerous than yous
pain ain’t nothin when you’ve had a rectal exam
you think you can scare me more than the doctor can?
think again
young man
i’ll slam your slam
this ain’t writing
it ain’t exciting
its simply yelling and telling lies of being tough
it ain’t enough
now go write some good stuff
you think this stuff makes you a hero
you think it ain’t conforming to norms?
you’re a real zero
you aint the first
heck you might be the worst
you are just replicating
duplicating
other punks beat you to it
now write a sonnet – if you can do it
you’d be the only punk out on that island
that would make you brave
make you stand out
give you some clout
if you could do it
but you can’t can you
instead you say you’re one of a kind
don’t waste my mind
you think I’m blind
i’ve seen it before
you’re just a slam whore
easy to ignore
i’ll slam your slam
now go jam my jam
Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It's a way of understanding it. Lloyd Alexander
Starlight shown on the WHIMSY Island.
So the well-equipped yacht berthed quietly
Into the small harbour. Afar, Greg saw a small inn.
It was in total darkness. Probably a total outage.
He decided to go to the inn and get some food,
But in the obscurity of the night, he hit a tree trunk
That had fallen in his path and hit his head.
Darkness engulfed him and he fell in a swoon.
Some animal was licking his face and a lovely fairy
Held his face up. Must be some HALLUCINATION.
He sat up questioning his IMAGINATION. Fairy?
Unicorn? His VISUALIZATION needed an explanation.
Fluttering her gossamer wings, Faye helped him up
And put him onto the unicorn. Yes, yes, he questioned..
Is this some REVERIE? Yet all three rose above the forest
Of green ashes with glow worms showing them the way,
and they landed in a glen, where a feast had been prepared.
Other fairies brought hot fruity milk and cinnamon bread.
Satiated, they danced and made merry with bells and wind chimes.
Until the first signs of sunrise shone in the sky.
All disappeared and Faye took Greg’s hand
And both flew towards the yacht that awaited them.
Whether this was a DREAM or not Greg cared not.
He drew Faye, nearer to him and together they kissed.
Stars weaved in a fantasy web as the moon shone bright.
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