Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry

Thought I Might Forget It But I Didn’t

Taking an ice cold shower

Take a cold shower it’s said

Walking in freezing rain not a very pleasant day

Temperature’s dropped but I feel nothing

I’m wearing a raincoat

It keeps me dry it’s good

It feels like wearing a raincoat

Ha how many times

Like wearing a raincoat is good not bad

I feel enough well a little more my legs are getting wet as the wind blows back just a bit

Gusty gusts yet

Wearing a raincoat is good

Don’t complain

 

 

 

 

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Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Over Coffee

Like Brownies For Breakfast

Sitting up I might

Most likely I will

Through the walls I hear the neighbors

We’re all up late but I’d slept for a while

They’ve migrated downstairs and back up

Time to discuss politics and world peace

They can do it don’t you know

Yes they can

I’ll make coffee that I know without doubt

These things I can do that’s a fact ’cause I’m grown

These decisions come like brownies for breakfast

That I can do if I want I’ll eat healthy too

Who’s to say they’re not

Won’t you or wouldn’t hardest decision to make at this time

I’ll watch something mild sedative maybe drift back to sleep

But I’ve said this before how many different ways

Still the night is mine and always will be my crowded street

Wouldn’t want it differently contemplatively rules

Think I made that up but I’ll google it later

Oh there they go getting loud laughter abounds merry hearts surround

The world will be better soon so much better

Out in the hall where will we go now no someone’s leaving

See you he says yet he doesn’t lack

An engine revs in the background somewhere downstairs outside

Ah quiet comes pull the covers up to your chin

Wait doors close the wall shakes and it’s done

Finito

Now what’s next

Where should I begin

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, business, Comedy Of Errors, Just Poetry

Wouldn’t You Know

It didn’t pan out wouldn’t you know it

Blow it I didn’t but she who played the fraud

Phony as can be thought she was slick

So slippery she slid past it the mark she had set

Well what do you know look at her go

But I know who I am

Makes you wonder about folks not enough to worry

Maybe panned out in the end though not the end

Enough to keep moving to the next door opened

Could be even better

Now that’s a thought

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, coffee, Just Poetry, Movies

Freshen Up

 

Well I think now at 2 a.m. as I’m winding down I should wash my face

Haven’t done that yet and brush my teeth after this coffee

Strong but with no effect I’ll tell you the Italians know how to do it right

Though others do try but not enough bold and dark

If it were wouldn’t have to paste it over the wrapper

Not bad though I’ll keep it on the counter

Honorable mention

Gee

How rapid I type

Still I’ll wash up again and watch To Wong Foo and he-men playing women

They make the best like many women want to be

How do they do it

Well

Men make the best women because they’re free

No hangups not insecure they can be their own fantasy

The way we should be no criticism or comments

Condemnation nigh

They’d deck the sexists for sure

Not from them these three

Wise men perhaps bringing gifts from afar

The way it should be

Posted in Best Wishes, Books & Stories, Just Poetry, Over Coffee

I Left My Cape In Rome

 

The finest wool that never felt cold

Dark green

Midi length

He’d stolen it anyway

Bought with a credit card he never intended to pay

A gift for me he’d say

And did

So what

Had too much to bring back besides

With weight limitations as they were

Broke, busted but filled

It’s fabulous you know

Rome is

Maybe for someone there it’d do more good

Good to be rid of him

Enjoy your new life

I set you free

Keep them warm whoever it’ll be

I loved Rome so

You will too

If you’re anything like me

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, new year

Wait Until The Day After Or Maybe I Shouldn’t Say

    I miss Word. That said …

Not knowing what else to say Mavis sat there emery board in hand running it over her left hand ring finger. She’d read somewhere that filing like that strengthened nails and when you filed always go in one direction. It could be as simple as a swipe or two a day. She held her hand up to the light of the screen to see how much nail peeked over her fingers. She’d done a good job, they were getting long.

That still left coming up with something to say.

She picked up the emery board again and started on her right hand…

Posted in Books & Stories, Culinary Art

“Rude crude chewed food dude…” Remember?

When a family friend posted a link to this “tried and true” recipe on Facebook, I knew that I was going to make it for sure. Not only is she a wonderful cook, but she also endorsed it by saying that she’s been making it for ten years! This hearty and healthy stew-like soup is […]

via Spicy Roasted Carrot & Red Lentil Ragout — thebrookcook

Posted in Books & Stories, Classroom Notes, coffee, poetry

Humility And Slippers

Just thoughts

No punctuation

Life does change in a blink

Officially retired now first benefit in

The sky is beginning to lighten think I’ll open the blinds a bit

Guy in the building behind me keeps looking in my direction

Means nothing but maybe though he’s a smoker

How many have I seen freezing in below zero desperate for the first drag

Drag so many different implications

The complexity of English to frustrate students

Could make a good lesson could be fun

Note

No doubt a coffee on the horizon somewhere

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, new year

Shall We Do Another New Year Thing 2018 This Time Around

 

I have time in the morning now before I head out to work so how will I utilize? I’ll come up with something while 60 degrees becomes 50, 40 and 30s by tonight holding in the 30s according to the forecast. It could change in a blink but thanks for those few days of reprieve. I haven’t missed the heat running and here comes the sun. Let me open the blinds.

It occurred to me I could take a nap. I knew that…