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Raspberries in the lane
fruiting wildly under the sun
I have my eye on them
but I suspect the children will have them
it makes me happy
that someone had the foresight
to plant out this public space
curing the neighborhood
of drab fences and grass strips

last week we planted hibiscus
their flowers are ephemeral
but so patently joyful
I hope they survive the cool winter
its marginal to grow them here
better somewhere warmer but we will see
winter being far off
cast the blues away!

Why are the lonely lonely
How do you define sad and blue
Why are the lonely lonely
One day it rains on me the next day it rains on you

Why are the lonely lonely
Someone should write a song
And heal all the broken hearts
That have been hurting for so long

If there were a magic voice
That could lead all the romantics
To a love that was faithful and true
Especially when love and honesty is way over due

Why are the lonely lonely
Is this a question in vain
Why are the lonely lonely
Maybe it has something to do with the rain

Cracked pepper, just a memory
your reflection in stainless steel
all may yield few clues
birth of a test pilot's angst
in radiation blue
this lime lime resonance
is a song to fully appease
stirring the crowds at 45 rpm
load and reload boys
a witching in the switchgrass
cocaine copters
out on the delta
sky black, hijack
gone like DB Cooper
who would have guessed it
who could have breathed it
message for 2024
sleep with your boots on

If you look at the sky for a long time,
You will see the stars falling.
I'm throwing them for you out
Of the rainbow with my paw!
If you look at the sky for a long time,
You will see white white clouds,
Those are me and my comrades,
Running after each other
Across the rainbow!
If suddenly from a gray cloud,
The rain starts dripping
Onto the ground,
This is me and my comrades ,
WE MISS you...
AND WE start crying...

Wrath, wrath and wrath
Hate, hate and hate
War, war and war
Conspiracy galores everywhere

Killings, bombs, missiles,
Stabbings, shootings, homicides and suicides,
Displaced and dillusional

Strife and poverty,
Floods and famines,
Helpless and needy,
People in sorrow everywhere.

We ponder, on this messed up World
As we hear over and over, Attrocities.
But cannot fathom,
How the hate started.

Just putter gooder one on there
What are we talking about
The storm door on my house
With a trap door for a mouse
Why heavens sake do that for
Justa gonna ruin a good door
Still better than the one before
When a big snow comes around
The cat don’t want out no more
That’s the craziest thing I heard
You sure you don’t know for sure
Nope I can’t say for sure no more

If the truth
were to be
told
Christmas dinner
was cold
Yet my salmon
was fried
And was hot
when it
arrived

Air-fried
roasties
Carrots
and sprouts
Port cranberry
sauce
Blue plastic
knives
and forks

No Knife
to cut
the turkey
and ham
Looked like
we were
in a bit
of a jam

pulled from
my pocket
a fold up
heirloom
shaped like
a gun
no it wasn't
a spoon

Five inches
of Blade
suddenly
displayed
Wide-eyed
& open mouth
The Travellers
eyes
surveyed

broke
the silence
when I
made a joke
From then on
lots of giggling
yule tidings
& hope

The puppy
was home
And on
the mend
A wonderful
present
for Jesus
to send

Sensed our
Savior looking
upon us
with a smile
on His face
Watching His
children come
together
As the human
race.



29/12/23 ©

Why do you need someone to touch you to feel again.
Surely that is not a requirement to feel alive.
I don't need anyone to be able to function, I never have, because everyone will always leave.
So why now?

Yes I know the psychology behind it, I am a nurse, so I get it.

So after losing a child, a father, a sister, and getting divorced twice...it makes no sense now..this numb feeling is so strange.

In order to give to others you need to have something to give, there's always been a lot to give, but today if you cut me open I wouldn't even bleed.

Love yourself first I am told, but where did I go.
I am a house full of Xmas lights and if you switch on the lights inside the Xmas lights will go off, so you leave the inside in darkness.

deep past the arrival of eve's night
long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone
he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion
the avenues mostly still, mostly silent
the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
set against a structure where exhaust vents release warmth from below
he is posed for yet another long night's passing
the only place available to him where a freezing death may not find him
sleep may or may not come for him
half a bottle of wine might offer some comfort, for a short while anyway
as he sips his salvation, he journeys in mind
on a road traveled often, destination never to be found
where his future may lead him, he knows not
it seems that he has always merely tried to last into the following day
with a grimace he muses of tomorrow
when the sun rises next, it will be christmas day
not the best of days for him
truth be told, it could be only the worst
for he knows very well what this will mean
that his usual routine of finding nourishment will not exist
there will be no bakeries tossing out old bread
no eateries filling trash dumpsters with food deemed unfit for customers
only a mere fragment of passers-by from whom to solicit
but most folks crossing his path on this day will be just like him
with little to offer, not even a smile
snapping out from his speculation, he hunkers down upon the grate
trying to escape the bitter cold winds that seem to blow through him
he has found something to concentrate on
this is all that he has
so, we should all take this little tale to bed with us tonight
and recall it tomorrow as we enjoy our great feasts
in the warm comfort of home, with family and friends
for under the fate of circumstance
…every man could be a homeless man

Finding your 'soul mate '.

The world makes you believe that is a 'thing.'

After getting married twice, and believing in that, at this old age I realised.

There are a lot of people in this world that could make you happy, and who you are meant to be with at the time in your life that you have them.

But the, 'One special person your soul searched for ' is a fantastic fantasy, something to hope and dream for, it keeps you going forward, and trying with everything you have every time.

But it's a fairytale, beautiful, but just a fairytale...