Oceanzest Poetry (270)

She wrote it in the night
salvation in the message
hope in those passages
like the words
of a thousand priests
fasting for the feasts
read it slow, read it slow
in the low light low
raining down the gutters
seeping from the shutters
love in the flood
after the sacrifice

She wrote it with delight
as the mountain calls the rains
free from the pains
like the words
of the shepherds old
come in from the cold
read it slow, read it slow
in the low light low
raining down the gutters
seeping from the shutters
love in the flood
after the sacrifice

The day before yesterday the plumber came
to examine my drain
with the water running into it
day and night
he looked at me
I looked at him
its not coming from the pipes he said
it could be from under your concrete slab
or a broken pipe in your walls
either option sounded dreadful to me
I pictured mining under my house
or removing half my bathroom
I rang the insurance
$1,500 maximum cover
but he said dig down
beside the drain
and we will get a closer look
at that flow
call me back
Yesterday I dug
and there it was
the entry point for water
to my house
burst
miraculously
finding its way through the drain housing
and into the drain
plumber returned
easy fix
best Xmas present
a man could have
Merry Xmas all :)

She penned it by the water
deep within the fjord
folded into quarter
my Xmas card from a broad

She wished me joyful tidings
it struck a pleasant chord
I'll have to return the sentiment
my Xmas card from a broad

I'll send her sexy nightwear
the best I can afford
promise a future liaison
my Xmas card from a broad

But she's half my age and distant
and I can only thank the Lord
my prowess won't soon be put to test
my Xmas card from a broad

A seafood risotto
mussels, mushrooms, a little salt
I'm pouring a little Cabernet
listening to Chet Baker and Paul Desmond
on Jim Hall's album Concierto
the tune Concierto de Aranjuez
if you haven't already
do it tonight
do it for your soul
don't let life slip by
without at least one listen
masterful

Just as the willow
does not yield to the flood
nor fear the rains
spilling from the crags

nor does the tall pine
that severs the sky
fear the lightning shot
from the thunder ground

we shall not fear
this cursed pestilence
O! brave poets
of the corner

from whom the finest lyrics
are drawn from the rock
as did Arthur wield Excalibur
onwards into the storm my compatriots

its all shaking down
the leaves on the trees
the smell of smoke
on a summer breeze
when there isn't mercy
there to please
all love is lost
like the winter freeze
like castaways
on seven seas
life's lonely lot
in minor keys
Hallelujah

Evergrande
Evergrande
all built on sand
oh there's trouble in the land
when the old financial band
who went in hand in hand
with the scheme so grand
are exiting as planned

2.30 in the afternoon is my favourite time
before schools get out
and all that offspring pours into the streets
sweat, hormones and puritanical socialism
bustling on foot, bikes and buses.
You can go two ways at 2.30
sleep on the couch
or go out with still enough time in the day
to succeed at something, anything really,
but let's face it, you probably won't,
so snoring works just fine by me.
10 am has a sense of urgency,
which is totally annoying for the idle
best avoided, sleep through it if you can,
rise at 11 for brunch.
5 pm is depressing, it involves hunger
and the realization that another day went by
without achievement, pour a solid drink
7.30 is better, dinner settles, and
any depressing encounter with the news is gone
and then you can enjoy
the spirit of the night
11.00 is bed, pray for 12 hours of relief,
if you're lucky you'll get 8,
forever shortchanged.

We both bought into the mystery
easy lovers I suppose
kindred spirits through the ages
of the summers and the snows

We both bought into the sacred
as lovers have their codes
and I wished to walk with you,
my sweet, sweet, girl
down those sunlit dusty roads

And although we may be separated
by one hundred thousand walls
still I hear you calling,
calling me, calling,
for those wild, wild, waterfalls

We both came out of the darkness
where the streets had left us cold
as a light up on the horizon
you brought us back into the fold

We both found new tomorrows
took on our separate loads
yet I still wish to walk with you,
my sweet, sweet, love
down those sunlit dusty roads

And although we may be separated
by one hundred thousand walls
still I hear you calling,
calling me, calling,
for those wild, wild, waterfalls

Yesterday I collected a bucket of mussels
from the rocks in the waist deep wash
while the fisherman looked on
from his rock
we cooked them on a camp gas cooker
with beer
sitting deck-chaired in the dunes
while the sun met the sea
the fisherman passed by
with a bountiful catch
we smiled
then up came the moon for a total eclipse
going orange like a mighty planet
nature was really working its miracles
just like Van Morrison said
When it's not always raining there'll be days like this
When there's no one complaining there'll be days like this
When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch
Well my mama told me there'll be days like this

Xi Jinping and the Rejuvenators
rocking the house
I'm quaffing champagne at the
album release party
Xi in immaculate blue tie
"Tai i i wan, is on my side
oh yes it is
Tai i i wan, is on my side
oh yes it is"
he's tight
its funky
a night mover
the man epitomises
cultural destiny
I have another crab sandwich
Biden's asleep at the table
his aides do the clapping
soothing East-West tensions
they'll all get signed copies
promising good press release
for tonight at least
all the war dogs
and battle hardened men
can sleep well in their bunkers

We keep getting software updates at my work
makes you feel like a relic
puts me in attack/defense mode
you can fight back
like Don Quixote and the windmills
dream up chivalrous motives
but like a broken horse and cart
you're doomed to tech fate
this is the problem since the agricultural revolution
now everyone's in the city
with made-up jobs
which they have to justify
by fomenting change
where it isn't needed
Kaczinsky wasn't all crazy
putting aside he was a murderous zealot
sure tech enables
but tech enslavement, erosion of freedoms
can leave you gasping for air
on the tech highway