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I’m not sure
I have the strength anymore
To be discovered
Stepping into the cold black lake of February
Clopping to work in frozen slop
Snow snarling at my ankles
Car coughing
Windshield gritting its white teeth
I wear a body double of fur curved
Like a polar beast on my back
Then the Voice of the Turtle whispers…
And sprinklers spritz in a mist of sunrise
And rows of palm trees unfold as a breezy outfield fence
Blue sky a homerun boundary
Free to swing away you can’t miss
Buckets of baseballs flung to the green sea
Leather-gloved squids
Eight kids per position
Waiting their ground balls and pop flies
Legend to rookie 60 feet and 6 inches from the big show
Chin skimmed and bum chapped with red dirt
Tip of hat flattened to home plate
Get up swing back at that
Unfamiliar crack of doubt
Deep from winter inside you.
A hot sun is a bird perched on the bill of your cap
#10 Numi eternal rookie in us all
Spread your wings and fly to Detroit
The Old English D forever on your chest.
Daylight shouts like madman lurking on the roof
And I could hear the early morning train from a distance speeding like bullets down the track disturbing the
village people with its thundering horn
And the sprinklers lying flat on the garden lawn soaked
the earth just before the break of dawn and the
people could breathe fresh air.
They set out on a journey together to amuse themselves
But the train divert and the end up in a village of hell
No one was dancing to their tune and a large gathering
Appeared at the square before noon, nobody knew
What they were about until the people began to shout.
It was social and political and somewhat persona. The people want a man out of the town for his policy is causing the people to frown. They took to the stage in the middle of the square
To talk of the sorrows that they bear; people were literally
Starving, they had no paying job and the whole situation was desperate and sad
But someone was among the crowd whose heart was purer than gold, he was overcome with emotions after listening to the people’s story and he took out a little purse with a check book
And right on the spot wrote a check in the amount of a hundred and sixty million for the town’s budget.
It was more than enough to clear the debt and to get the books inured and at last the people cross over.
Next time when you hear the train the train, the hooting is not in vain, help could be coming to your city and it will make the people happy.
The traveler’s purse has all that you need to succeed so don’t go empty handed when you g to visit someone.
Spring rain hung around a tad bit long
Soaking Mother Nature with downpours of tiny storms
Bringing some cooler weather with cold shivering winds
Giving breaks to lawn sprinklers by Mother Nature’s will
Messing up some tree branches
Spoiling some flowering bushes
Flooding up ant colonies
Sending birds to take shelters behind tree leaves
Creeks started flowing again
Puddles started forming again
Bringing joy to snails and slugs
Calling them to explore the wet world
Ducklings liked playing in the puddles
Turkeys appreciated meals of snails and slugs
Squirrels and rabbits became jubilant
Started scurrying around with new triumph
Insects got new lives
Danced in the air buzzing at various heights
Birds got ample supply of healthy proteins
Overjoyed to feed their precious hatchlings
Mountain tops got sprinkles of fresh white powder
Curvy roads showed sights of lingering foggy vapors
Waterfalls came alive through cracks between mountain pillars
River started gushing creating rhythms of beating drums
Big raindrops of spring rain
Brought freshness to mind’s brain
Stopping dreary thought trains
Furthered to enjoy Mother Nature’s magnificent plays again
I live in an oasis
One formed by the power of electricity
To pump day and night
From The River.
Day and night everyone along its shores
Waters their crops and yards, gardens and fields.
In the few years I’ve lived here
I’ve planted almost 500 trees and shrubs
To transform an old alfalfa field
Into a thicket of greens
Haven for mice and snakes, birds and bees.
Every day I faithfully reroute the irrigation
So that in a week it all gets watered.
If I don’t within just a few weeks
Everything would stop growing
And within just a few months
Everything would be dead.
It’s sobering to realize how tenuous our hold
On a place is.
Without electricity this whole farming valley
Would dry up and wither away.
With electricity, coming in fact from the water itself,
It is an oasis of life, calm and green
Filled with the joy of birds and bees
Humans and their trees.
My own place in it is temporary of course
But someone will come after
To keep the pumps going
Keep the sprinklers flowing
Until they don’t
And this moment in time is forgotten
As all things must be.
(5/5/26)
Waves on the rocks
a'crashing
In it human feet go
splashing
And elsewhere in the
swollen river
'gator tails go thrashing
Water may be stagnant
or it may be thus moving
Sometimes softly
dripping
at times forcefully
gushing
In brooks babbling
In streams gurgling
In springs bubbling
In rivers running
From faucets freely
flowing
or from pipes coercingly
spurting
At times noisily sloshing
But in lakes musically
rippling
In it diving and wading
In it refreshing bathing
Or spic and span
cleansing, rinsing
In it slow sailing or
speedy surfing
Fishermen fishing or
busy boating
Ah water, through cracks
seeping
From waterfalls
cascading
As rainwater splattering
From sprinklers
sprinkling.
From hoses spattering
From rooftops streaming.
In whirlpools swiftly
swirling
From taps simply trickling
Elsewhere rushing,
whooshing
Ah yes water is life,
water tis a böon
except when it goes
flooding, drowning
or tsunami sea-quaking!
Then only it becomes a
bane
as it drags dreams and
dreamers
down the drain!
But oughtn't we be
preserving
instead of forever
polluting
This precious liquid so
valuable to life
Oughtn't we be saving?
Instead of negligent
wasting?
The Grass
HER. I almost forgot. The lawn looked dry.
HIM. What lawn?
HER. Ours. I noticed while I was waiting for you tonight...in the car.
HIM.I wish you wouldn't do that. Baumgartner is always ribbing me about it.
HER. Wish I wouldn’t do what?
HIM. Wait in the car until we leave.
HER. Joey Baumgartner should mind his business.
HIM. The sprinklers have a schedule. You have to admit it's a little nutty.
HER. Sitting in my own car, in my own driveway, in front of my own house. I wouldn’t need to if you were on time.
HIM. I’m not that late.
HER. You're always late. You should water the grass when we get home.
HIM. It'll be close to ten when we get home. Besides it's not good for it.
HER. What? It's grass.
HIM. It gets mold if you water at night.
HER. So? It's grass.
HIM. All the experts say it's bad for the grass.
HER. Well, my experts say it's good for the water bill.
HIM. Fine. I'll water the grass.
I wish to go back to a time that Never Was
To a land of Rainbows and Butterflies
Recreate and redefine
Fool my mind
Care free laughter
Building sandcastle
Holding hands
A world of atta boy and job well done
Playing with friends
Back yard tire swings
Report cards with A's
Building a tree house with dad
Baseball and hotdogs
A proud hand patting my head
Growing up in a family home
A place where true love is shown
Ice tea served on a porch
Running through sprinklers
While mom and dad look on
Growing up
Feeling secure
Hands that are only lifted in praise
Life long friendships
Shared experiences
No sad memories stuck in my mind
If only it could be real
But perhaps if I believe I can make it true
A past that was soaked in sunshine
With a cloudy sky transformed to blue
It’s great to be a member of the global elite,
The bean poles in my garden are standing proud and neat.
Organic veg is thriving thanks to ample bags of peat.
I never hear a siren roaming down my street.
I’m fairly relaxed when an airline goes under.
Got a business proposition? Let me find you a funder.
“When will I fix their boilers?” my tenants do wonder.
I’ll soon find a scapegoat, if I should make a blunder.
A product of a public school, the pride of Shrewsbury,
Forcibly convinced that you would rather be me.
The reality is I’m at the top of the tree
So every branch manager is looking up to me!
My diary is dependent on the diligent Katrina,
She runs the show like clockwork, you’ll find nobody keener.
She cuts through all the jargon so the minutes are much leaner
And can text me at the golf club or on my yacht in the marina.
I’m awfully busy, cannot give you an appointment.
Upbeat copywriters - you can find a place in my tent.
Relatively shielded from the risks of disappointment,
You’ll never find a fly in my ointment!
If the radiators splutter, I call my handyman,
If my money’s on a racehorse, then I hope it runs to plan,
On the promenade at Paignton I’m a suave and sandy man,
To a certain travel agent, I’m her “neat and dandy man.”
My doctor comes a-running if I ever get a cough.
Your trusted friends will recognise when you’re a toff.
I flutter like a butterfly high above your moth
So the sprinklers on my lawn are rarely turned off.
Sundays see me mulling over crossword clues
While my weekend valet cleans my outdoor shoes,
Got to keep my name out of the news.
Remember buddy: heads I win and tails you lose.
Now most of my investments are quite discreet,
There’s a chalet in Antigua and a villa in Crete.
Want some carrot cake while you’re thinking on your feet?
Then you’d better not quibble with the global elite.
This poem first appeared in the P.U.W. Anthology "In the Name of Democracy - Poetic Voices" on 22nd May 2021.
A cantata of rain on a midnight’s calm,
Sets the tone for the beginning of day.
Morning songs sung by the birds,
Layered with wind chimes in the breeze.
An adagio of sprinklers carries the tone,
Mixed with the mowers cutting the lawns.
Children laughing and playing abroad,
As the ice cream truck drives in the distance.
The traffic alone moves the day,
To the melody of repose in the sun.
The dogs wail at the ice cream truck,
As the fire engines rush by.
Crowds cheer for passionate events,
Hosted daily down at the park.
As airplanes pass over the fields,
While the wind rustles the leaves.
And the stream gurgles its song,
Accompanied by the choir of crickets.
Ending a summer day.
Soft and warm whispers against the back of my neck
as the breeze carries such fragarence that evokes delightful memory
we walk along
until she stops to smell the bush allowing me to scan the skies
star filled and darkly clear
I enjoy our ritual together each evening
enjoy the different seasons we walk together
spring brings the cherry blossoms that we love to walk through
summer brings the warm breezes and sprinklers that cool us down
autumn brings those leaves that crunch underfoot
and winter brings out the fun as she bounds from one path of snow to another
being the winter lover that she is...
these moments are etched for always in my memory
and a part of me wishes to take a snapshot
and frame it for keeps in my house
so that when the blues overcome me
or loneliness starts to be
the pictures of my dog and I will always be there
to remind me.
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