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The heat was a change from our normal abode
a wonderful way to reside,
but when it is high at the noon of the day
it would be nice to stay cool inside.
A country so hot was a good place to be
where from routine and work we were free,
where the sunshine and sand of our holiday land
let us play all day long in the sea.
But next time we go we will fly on a plane
and find nice cool rooms to stay in,
the sun heated our caravan too hot by far
so we roasted like nuts in a tin.
Good luck to our friends they can drive on their own
to the land where they're toasted right through
for we'll only go where there's places to stay
with air-con and plenty to do.
We got bored in this land where there's nothing but sand,
though the natives were friendly, that's true,
but just sitting all day on beaches that way
is not what we’d normally do.
We had travelled so far with our caravan and car
with our friends that are really quite sweet
but in two thousand and four we learned a bit more
about things that we'll never repeat!
Ivor G Davies
I miss you, yes you.
Where have you been?
Were you hiding or hibernating?
Your strong will and encouragement I seek,
Those inspired words you speak.
Always true to yourself,
Even if people gave you hell.
You stay cool, calm and collective,
Don’t let cruel gossip be infective.
Where have you been?
Did something happened unforeseen?
You don’t let peoples’ hate broke you down,
You make sure you stand your ground.
I know, their behavior caused sometimes pain,
You try to refrain, not think or react on it,
It makes your sometimes sick.
Don’t worry my ingenuity friend,
The two of us will stay true friends.
You are my soul, and I am your body,
Together we ride our storms till the end.
To restrain your anger is quite a challenging chore
When you're being mistreated in a way you abhor
If someone confronts you with a rude attitude
Chill. Stay cool. It's better than starting a feud
When a big mouth bully starts rattling your cage
Harness your temper without flying into a rage
Don't do anything that would make you lose control
Irritation's not worth the risk of damning your soul
Being patient will help you to keep your composure
Intimidating people should be kept in an enclosure
Stifle the inclination to launch a rampaging attack
Repress your tongue when they start talking smack
Be steadfast by not allowing them to pick a fight
Even when they lie about you with a nasty backbite
Button you lip, get a grip, and take the high road
Laugh at those trolls who like to taunt and goad
People who pick on others have a demented mind
They think they're cool, but are deaf, dumb and blind
Don't speak to them. A waste of time, talking to fools
who have the perverse disposition of stubborn mules
October 6, 2021
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If you must suffer at the beach,
There are some ways to ease the pain.
Though some of these seem out of reach,
Just listen and I will explain.
A rental on the waterfront
Will keep your foe within your sight.
There can be no surprises, thus,
When in your view both day and night.
It’s preferable to have a pool
And thus avoid the wretched sand.
An edge that meets infinity
Can help to shift from grim to grand.
You’ll need some private parking spots
In shade and with secluded stairs
To stay cool when you must go out
Avoiding the unwanted glares.
A house with panoramic views
Will be utilized the most.
An A/C that you can abuse,
Avoiding heat down on the coast.
The main thing that you’ll want to bring:
Grandkids packed in everywhere.
They will make that awful beach
Somewhat easier to bear.
My husband... has never minded
eating a vegetable he doesn't like
just so they will eat theirs...
Or eating half smashed, soggy potato chips
out of clammy little hands,
when they've decided they would like to share...
He's fine... letting them play hairdresser...
sitting patiently, while they curl his hair,
He will play Old Maid, pretending to have a sour face...
all the while letting them win
He doesn't mind drinking muddy looking tea
from a tiny little cup, that is too small for his fingers
Or sitting out in the blazing sun
on a hot summer afternoon
watching them stay cool, as they frolic in the sprinklers
He shows excitement
over a Popsicle stick
glued onto cardboard,
and tied with a bow....
exclaiming it to be his favorite birthday gift...
He doesn't mind taking them up and down the aisles of Wal Mart
for an hour, while they decide how to spend their dollar
He would rather spend his day playing hopscotch
than a round of golf
He's their Grandpa.........
Just one more reason why I love him
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Area 51 reruns itself.
Tube-fed alien hitchhikers
hideout in paper suits and
sweat mercury.
Mothers in desert tan caravans
bleach breakfast,
call skinny kids in,
mid-century ray guns
glitter in sparking hands.
Comical signs
on shimming roads to nowhere
direct and redirect at will.
New Mexico keeps its spells
While headlines change minds.
Local Maps are 10 dollars further.
We want to stay cool
with a low maintenance blond
in an adobe dabbed motel
but there are silver balloons out there
they are made of desert dreams.
Tequila stained shotguns
hunt aluminum tracks.
In government condo’s
workers pack for a ride
to an unnamed airport
No name tags please,
no indications of culpability,
just load your life
point it between two trailing stars
shoot the gawking rumors
wherever they appear to fly from.
Two hundred fatalities, hundred more to die,
The number keeps growing.
unbridled guns in the hands of sadistic cops,
another victim on choke hold.
he is not of their coat,
no need for the court.
we go there to mourn,
and “justice” a mere joke.
another victim is their statistics,
they brought their ancestors with guns.
Led them forcefully through the seas,
They build the place you called home.
yet murders their children at random,
do they have another home?
They obliterate history and silence the offspring by murders.
he knelt his neck to the grave,
he dares his maker for justice,
A deliberate murder in modern America.
The stretcher was waiting,
cause they meant to kill him.
indeed they killed him,
ensure he died, as he cried helplessly to deaf ears.
This is how they kill us in turns,
And for same offences by Johnny
they look the other way.
Hey Johnny “stay cool” & stay safe.
But they snuff his life out.
Just because his coat is different
again they killed another, who is next?
Goodnight George Floyd
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
WITH WONDERFUL PEOPLE
PEOPLE WHO LOVE
AND PEOPLE WHO CARE
WHAT A WONDERFUL SCENE
A DYNAMIC WONDER
YOU KNOW THE SPELL
I'M UNDER
I'M IN LOVE
TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW
I'LL MAKE IT
SWEET AND SIMPLE
TELL THE WORLD ABOUT
WHAT YOU MAKE ME FEEL
IT COME THRU WITH DESIRE
IT SPEAKS IN ECSTACY
IT'S SOMETHING
NOT LOUD
AND SIMPLE
IT'S SOMETHING FOR REAL
I'M IN LOVE
AND I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW IT
TRY TO STAY COOL
SO I WON'T BLOW IT
JUST TO LET YOU KNOW
I'M IN LOVE
.................................................
GOT ME A WOMAN
SOMEONE WHO LIKES
ME LIKE I AM
AINT NO CHANGING ME
SHE LOVES ME
THE WAY I AM
I THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY
BUT
SHE LIKES HER MAN
I'M IN LOVE AND I
WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW
The humidity of July makes sweat drip,
the unbearable heat frustrates everyone,
they stay cool and avoid the scorching sun.
The fire hydrants are open and kids
love the cold water splashing on their bodies;
grandmother sits in the shade of the ember tree
and wipes her wrinkled forehead and nags...
her wish might be realized as stormy clouds arrive.
" My roses are dying, and the grass
is turning yellow!" she complains...
" If it only rained steady for an hour! "
is her wish and it that might be realized.
Arounf four o' clock, a whirlwind wind
blows off her straw hat, grandma realises
a storm is coming soon and warning
her grandchildren, " Get out of the water! "
The playful kids hesitate to leave but obeying
they go inside, jim shouted," It's getting awfully dark! "
a loud thunder shakes the entire house, kids
get closr to grandma fearing the fury of the storm.
Written on 9/2/2017
children are running and playing all around
teenagers are dancing and bouncing up and down
the music is hypnotic with it's relentless beat
floating on the air all over the street
just another day in the neighborhood
the johnny pump is spraying water all about
everyone's frolicking in it, enjoying this day out
a hot summer day and we're all trying to stay cool
thankful that it's Friday and tomorrow there's no school
just another day in the neighborhood
the streets are saturated with all manner of cops
another violent incident, someone's been shot
a family is feeling anguish and such terrible loss
we need to stop all the unnecessary killings at any cost
just another day in the neighborhood
the drug pushers are on the corner selling their wares
out in the open and nobody seems to care
what in the hell is wrong with society?
we all need a healthy dose of some reality
it's just another day in our neighborhoods
it's time for the people to start doing something for the good
we need to stand up for our convictions and our beliefs
and not give the criminal element any type of relief
take back control of our streets and our towns
let the thugs be aware we're no longer messing around
IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY IN OUR NEIGHBORHOODS