Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

 Where The Heart Is

 

 

I see my face and that ruddiness to the cheeks. I like the picture it’s a good one I think then I remember the carving from a coconut no less, the fisherman after years of sailing, fishing, bringing in the catch, features sculpted from wind and sun, the ruddiness to the face, but I am so far from the sea, how can this be my face, but I love the sea and it shows, and the carving from a coconut born on an island surrounded by water, a dot on the ocean so significant. I feel it, hear it, smell the salt air. Some wear their heart on their sleeve but mine’s on my face, always there with me, and it glows.

 

 

 

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Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

I’m Just Not Here Today

 

I’m Just Not Here

Lack Of Mind

Or Acutely There

I Won’t Wrap My Head Around It

I Can’t Wrap My Head Around It

I Must Without Choice

I Have A Choice

But

Not Feeling It Today

How Can I Not Feel

Sounds Too Sublime

 

Wow, philosophical BS

Try it again

 

I’m just not here today

By that token being me I can’t help but wonder

Ha, where am I then

Where exactly is it

Not here

Did you ever think that

“I’m just not here

I’m 1000 miles away”

What does that mean

Which direction would that be

Straight up

To the center of the earth

Over there

The world is outside me as I walk through it

On a sidewalk

Traffic to the left or right

Good thing

Too crowded if it were inside

Horns honk

Oohhh

Serious gas pains

Just too funny

Though

I’m just not here today

Where the hell am I

 

Where the hell are you

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Family, Fiction & Poetry

Gigolo

 

“You know that man.”

“What man dad?”

“The one you go out with.”

“A man you go out with? You mean a boyfriend?”

“No, not a boyfriend. He takes you out?”

 

I knew, but who listens to a kid.

 

“Jee-go-low, you know, he takes you out.”

“Jee-go-low? Dad, what are you talking about?”

He got that mischievous smile. He wasn’t going to let this one pass him by. “What’s the matter Jeen, don’t you spik English?”

“Of course I speak English” she thundered back. “I was born in this country!”

“Jeen, Jee-go-low, you pay him to take you out.”

 

At that point I spoke up. “You mean gigolo Grandpa?”

 

He slapped his hand down on the table. “Gigolo! That’s it! Gigolo.”

“Gigolo! Dad why didn’t you say gigolo? You know what that is. Don’t I speak English!” Shaking her head in exasperation she turned back to what she was cooking.

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Motivational, new year

  As A Rule

 

Wine can make the heart merry

It’s divine intention to be

One evening feeling a Margarita though

I made one from a tequila liqueur

Because it was all there was

A digestif in nightcap’s true form

There’s a difference didn’t you know from liquor

Still

Frozen, cold, refreshing, downed so smooth

Overwhelming never happens

Not to me you see I don’t get drunk as a rule

Needless to say it became a surprise

Then I was paralyzed

Didn’t care for this feeling at all

Had to lay still after getting comfortable if you will

Sleep came some hours passed

Happy to see daylight’s sense of born again

Yet

Moderately heavy head

Admittedly unpleasant that said

Lesson learned

A single shot will do

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Just Sayin', new year, Non-Fiction And Poetry

  Poetry I Guess

 

 

I look at my cell but forget why

Oh my

Then I remember pages to see any notes

But there’re none

That says I’ve written from the last ones I’d dictated

And for some reason, some urge, some inspiration

This time around’s in verse

Which doesn’t help define about what

As I sit through the beginnings of a second sweltering day

 

Yes, it’s going to be hot

 

So I should stop and lay out for a bit

Maybe

I’m in a coffee mood not iced

Just in a mood

Bean burrito filling simmering on the stove

Aroma infiltrates the air

Inviting

But I just had Nutella on toast

That should suffice for now

Had to add that to my vocabulary

The programmer had no clue about Nutella

Tool

 

Well, found the cursor but my scroll bar is still lost

I’m not sure what happened or how to get it back

Sometimes I hate updates

Whose brilliant idea was this

Well in any case good morning on my silent Saturday

Espresso, cooking and me make three

Think I’ll slip into something less

Lay outside to toast, sweat

Soak in vitamin D

After I give what’s on the stovetop a stir

Or

Do I just want to fall asleep