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April 6 Wagontire, Oregon
1973
In 1973, I went on a road trip
With my father
We left Berkeley to go to Yakima
Where my father had a summer cabin
He was a college professor
And had July and August off
And we spent the summers
Every summer from 1968 to 1978
Our whole dysfunctional family
Our annual road trip to hell and back
As we did not get along at all
We decided to drive through Eastern Oregon
Just my father and me
Just for the hell of it
The rest of the family was already there
My father and I shared a travel lust
One of the few things we shared
This was one of our best trips
We got along
Which was unusual
Normally our relationship
Was fraught
As we were so different
We left Klamath Falls
A real nothing burg in those days
And headed east along highway 395
As we entered the desert of eastern Oregon
We entered a different world
High mountain dessert
Almost no one on the road
Then we saw the sign
Wagontire Oregon
100 miles ahead
99 miles ahead
98 miles ahead
We counted down the signs
Miles after miles
As we drove into the gathering dusk
We speculated that Wagontire
Must be a giant truck stop
In the middle of no where
We pulled into the town
Nothing there but a gas station
Motel and café
We decided to stop
Last gas for 100 miles
According to the highway signs
In the morning
We chatted with the owner
He was the sheriff, the fire chief
The owner of the motel, gas station
The only business in town
And the only place open
For one hundred miles
I noticed a highway sign outside
Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon
Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep
I asked the Sherriff
Say who is the ½ human?
My idiot son!
And we left.
200 miles later
We finally left Eastern Oregon
2016
In 2016 my wife and I drove through Eastern Oregon
As part of our epic cross country trip
10,000 miles
31 states in three months
On the way from Medford to Yellowstone
We drove along highway 395
The signs for Wagontire was gone
And we drove through the town
The motel was abandoned
Nothing there at all
And that sign was gone too
I said I suppose the idiot son
Never took over the business
And we speculated about Wagontire
And all other nothing burgs
We drove through that summer
Heart of Trump’s America
True fly over country
Just another Sunday on the Sunset Strip
Where a country concert had taken a grip
People had flocked from all around
To listen to their favourite sound
Josh and his buddies were up on stage
Their twangling guitars did the audience engage
Many in the crowd were singing along
With every plaintive and pert song
No happier scene in any mind's eye
Would,later recalled,fetch a contented sigh
This was the show they had saved to attend
This was sadly where for many it would all end.
High overhead in his hotel room
A tortured mind had prepared their doom
His road trip to Mandalay
Was filled with intent to slay
A plan that had long festered in his brain
To contemplate inflicting untold pain
All around him lay guns and ammo
Ready to put an end to this happy show
He coldly and cruelly bided his time
Before choosing the moment to commit his crime
Once he had them in his sights
Then began their panic stricken flight.
His staccato typewriter spelled out fear,pain and death
In vain many scattered,stood stock still and held their breath
Down they went,falling under his relentless fire
Stunned,shaken and shot in their country attire
Glee must have been dancing in his twisted head
At seeing so many of his targets lying dead.
What was it that flipped this quiet man's switch within
To trigger the damnable flaw of original sin?
Did Stephen Paddock yearn to go out in a blaze of glory?
Was it that which fuelled this so tragic story?
Before he turned his weapon against his own life,
Did he then regret causing such avoidable strife?
Sibylline in their veracity
Were the words of the prophecy
That the crowd would perish that very night
Before the speaker was hustled out of sight
If a shiver went through those who heard
They dismissed her as being just weird
Predictably ignoring her rambling warning
The report echoing in the headlines next morning
April 4—Personal grooming…
Ending Daily Shaving in Retirement
When Sam Adams
retired from
the U.S. Department of State,
he made five vows
which he kept for years.
first, he would quit daily shaving
shaving once or twice a month
second, he would never wear
a suit and tie
instead opting for the northwest look
Long pants, khaki or jeans, T-shirt
and a Western-style shirt
like a Pendleton shirt.
Third, he would retire in Korea
where his wife had family
and Southern Oregon
and an annual trip to DC
where they had rentals.
Fourth, they would travel
a lot every year
seeing as much as the world
as they could while they could still do.
starting with an epic road trip
across the US
10,000 miles 35 states
in three months
and a cruise to Alaska
his last State of 50 to visit
and an annual visit to someplace
warm in the winter.
Fifth, he would start a blog and podcast.
the World According to Cosmos,
to highlight his poetry and short story
submissions and occasional political rants.
He kept his vows
except that COVID blew away
his travel plans from 2019 to 2022!
and he wore a suit once,
to attend the wedding of the son
of his best Korean friend.
True blue, you’re my celestial highway,
a jaw dropping road trip to the Moon;
With just one glance my insides flutter,
I can see a place I’ve never been;
A jaw dropping road trip to the Moon,
my luxurious starship soaring;
I can see a place I’ve never been,
now I can return a million times;
My luxurious starship soaring,
a dance with each of your falling stars;
Now I can return a million times,
in the blurred vision of my teardrops;
A dance with each of your falling stars,
detonate me with that glitter bomb;
In the blurred vision of my teardrops,
frozen wristwatch dust timed for comets;
Detonate me with that glitter bomb,
with just one glance my insides flutter;
Frozen wristwatch dust timed for comets;
True blue, you’re my celestial highway.
Who am I to stop you if you resolve to kill yourself?
But before you quit the game, roll the dice one last time.
What have you seen in your life till now?
Did you perceive the sweetness of first love?
Have you kissed those first rain drops that come to greet you after a hot summer?
Have you hugged your proud mother who is overwhelmed at your success?
Did you ever wipe the tears of your best friend?
Have you ever enjoyed a road trip with a gang of strangers?
Did you take care of your sick parents and see them recovering?
Have you ever helped a person in need and see his eyes twinkle?
Did your strawberry lips suck the mellowness of a first kiss?
Have you ever felt the joy of hugging your friend after a big fight?
Go ahead and empty those pills into your stomach
Your body turns cold in a snap leaving your people dumbstruck.
But before you do that, think if you have brought any difference
with your mettle and perseverance
Before you slip out,
Embrace the joy of answering those who doubted your calibre.
Soothe the shivers that ran down your spine and witness your own valor.
Fall down and experience the joy of rising up.
Receive respect from those who once ridiculed you.
Hug the momentary darkness to witness the light of a happening tomorrow.
If your instinct still asks you to abscond,
remember that there's only one life and nothing can be done going beyond.
I took a nap one late afternoon
After parking my rusty bike far from our lawn
My nap took few minutes and soon
Bikes’ wheels turned into red watermelons
I got up eagerly and went cycling again
Showing my new bike to other children
Some chased to jump and ride with me
So we headed to the mountain-sides gaily
I noticed the uniqueness of my bicycle
With green tubes like vines but durable
It stretched out for a back seat, so flexible
Offering greatest ride and most fantastic travel
Up the hills and down the verdant plains
My bike flew high and landed down like an airplane
An effortless drive passing all flowering gardens
Two watermelon-wheels rolled fast like a train
Those who bullied me having a rusty bike
Thanked me while in tandem, they all liked
Going on smooth road trip – we all rock
But suddenly we stopped at a sound of a clock
Along with a loud alarm was my mother
Woke me up from screams that bothered her
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in my room
Then I remembered my bike parked far from our lawn
July 11.2022 9.52am
Sailed across the sea to Dublin
then drove west to County Clare.
To the small village called Doolin,
'tis stout I'II be drinkin' there.
The craic as they say is mighty
In Gus Connors cosy pub,
at night there's always a cèilì
and stout served with homely grub.
Then the floor clears for set dancing
and they dance a set or two,
to the sound of the tin whistle
the bodhran and fiddle too.
Next morn saw the Cliffs of Moher
on the Wild Atlantic way
and the Aran Isles in Galway
In the teeth of Galway bay.
Sometimes you won't be so lucky
mists might roll in from the sea,
with howling winds like a banshee
beware! paths might slippy be.
Calm days you might see seals basking
when the skies are blue and clear,
they're the selkie's, I'm not jokin'
I've seen some at Doolin Pier.
The limestone rocks of the Burren
with a landscape like the moon,
It’s renowned for flora unique
all the rocks are oblique hewn.
Last day I drove south to Blarney
to kiss the old Blarney stone.
And now I never stop talking
wife calls me the walking drone.
Drove to the M8 for Dublin
for a two and half hour ride
then stopped just outside the city
honour those that sadly died.
At Glasnevin there’s a graveyard
brave men and boys, Irelands pride
and in the towns and country
fought fiercely and bravely died.
Bronze famine figures at dockland
with children, women, and men
and to see them you'd be saddened
thousands died in Ireland then.
Drove to the port for the ferry
t'was pouring the sky had paled
my days in Ireland were merry
and at six the ferry sailed.
Autumn moon
Luna aura bright;
Wind-blown whispers
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Dinner roundtable
Mealtime conversations;
Family takeaway
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Drizzle rain dance
Windy wetness spreads;
Pitch-black frozen touch
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Chinese tea brew
Hot infusion warms;
Heart feels vigour spread
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Movie treat
Blockbuster hit;
Marvel at Marvel
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On track here
Road trip to wherever;
Apple orchards call
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Flea market fringe
Rows of sweet surprise;
Wonder pulls the brakes
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Grocery shopping
Goodies on parade;
Appetites arrest
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To know why
Don't ask how;
Simply wonder
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Story in a tale
Sparkling agenda;
One for the road
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Thoughts cluster
Enbloc fragments;
Haiku moment drapes
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Rainbow skyline
Sunny drizzle sketch;
Instant wonder leaps
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Leon Enriquez
29 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
you remind me that i matter
that means oh so much
there are teardrops falling when you are sleeping
you remind me that i do inspire
you have no idea how much i longed for that
when you are not looking, there are times when i am weeping
you remind me that i am truly cared for
i have massive amounts of filed prayers on that issue alone
when you are running errands or are at work, i find myself actually cheering
you remind me that i am worthy of a friend
i remember staring into space wishing and praying for that very thing
when you have the door closed while taking your bath, i sigh relief that i am no longer fearing
you remind me that i can be loved
words cannot describe my personal road trip journey with that
when your attention is focused on cooking your dinner or watching the soaps, i simply crack a smile
you remind me that i am not the only one
i never thought that i would be thankful for that
when i just look at you in the sway of the day by day, i cannot hide the fact that i just flat out love your style
I remember how you have made me feel — a destiny of a labyrinth
You are an orchestra of auras in my mind
I disremember all the trauma and envy you made me deal with
Set me free with your adoration oh so kind
You are my beautiful rainbow
In the aqua-blue sky, I know
You’ll be with me forevermore
You’re so lovely as you soar
You’re so lovely as you shine on and on and on evermore
You’re so lovely as you pour
Forth happiness from desirous sky to fretful floor…
You are like a dolphin ashore
You’re a beautiful rainbow as I very much know
As I very much show
As you very much glow
As you very much flow
Bestow upon us blessings everglow
I want to remind you how I long for you — a faithful grace growing
You are an orchard of outlandish colors
I need to unwind for a time, but you, out of the blue, keep on bestowing
Upon me sadness galore, but someday…someday…
We will grow and glow like flowers
Blow away the wasted hours
Show me His wondrous powers
You are my beautiful rainbow
In the aqua-blue sky, I know
You’ll be with me forevermore
You’re so lovely as you soar
You’re so lovely as you shine on and on and on evermore
You’re so lovely as you pour
Forth happiness from desirous sky to fretful floor…
You are like a dolphin ashore
You’re a beautiful rainbow as I very much know
As I very much show
As you very much glow
As you very much flow
Bestow upon us blessings everglow
Someday, I will remember us together
Till then, we are much like the weather
We are separated by the winds of time
We were like the waters, washing away our doubts and grime
We will grow as far as it goes like flowers
We will glow like the sweet sunshine hours
Get a grip and stop giving me lip
RIP away our negativity and repair our friendship…
We tear apart like the titanic ship
Take a dip into the dark shadows and be my beautiful rainbow on this road-trip
A destiny of a road-trip…
A lenient labyrinth of a fearless, peaceable Kingdom,
So kissing good riddance to a corrupted world of lustful scum