Posted in Books & Stories, Classroom Notes, Just Poetry, Motivational

  Ufuk’s Kiss

 

 

He gave just a little kiss like this…

Not on your life

 

He was her boyfriend not mine

We all lived in the same house being teachers abroad

Ages 21 to 60 beyond

It didn’t matter as we made life work

We didn’t necessarily hang out together

Though we had our moments to share

We sought our interests

This evening in the kitchen we were

He had done something helpful

Or was it something he’d said

I remember standing in the doorway

As I quipped to him you rock

Mimicking a kiss through the air

More kick than I thought

Or he felt it for real

Not intended

 

Honest

 

He shot one back to me

Almost knocking me off my feet

I felt that arrow penetrate my being

My core

But he never moved from his spot

That’s passion pure form

His girlfriend my flatmate didn’t like it one bit

No

She did not

 

I love life

He had plenty

 

It lay silent inside me until just now

Some years flitting by

What was her boyfriend’s name

A harmless muse walking early today

There were two I’d confuse of two friends

Well one not so much

 

Then I remembered

And remember I did

That’s passion

Don’t dwell on the past

The hell you say

Oh

Just for the moment I believe I’ll stay

 

 

 

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Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Improv, Just Poetry

OK Then

 

OK Then

 

Sitting here staring at the screen

Know what I mean

Want to write

Don’t know what to say

Time ticks on get to wok soon

No that would be work

Learn to spell on the to-do

Get up get dressed wash the face

But first maybe

Nutella on toast

Excellent choice

Gotta stop now then

I’ll try again later

Or later again

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

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, business, Just Poetry, Just Sayin'

Junkie

 

I want to buy things

But I have no money

My credit is done

Spent

Gone

Yet I peruse the catalogs

So convenient online

No one would increase my credit line

Not if they were in their right mind

As my credit score gently cries

More likely screeches in excruciating pain

I have this plan while I shop

Formulating in my brain like a tornado beginning slow spin

To pay it off in a snap

If I got two more jobs maybe three

In four months the light at the end of the tunnel would shine bright

Debt free

But working 20 hours a day could be fatal

Maybe not

How much time does it take to eat

Don’t need as much food as we think

And monks meditate give up sleep

The body rejuvenates itself with deep rest

When it starts feeling tired 20 hours are up

Begin again reborn again

Yes

Debt free would reign

Any way win-win bringing the same end

Shop hard or die trying

Is that a movie

Movies

I want Guardians 2 and the new Deadpool

What new ones have I missed

Are they available for purchase yet

Must check

Got to be getting close to the ultimate bad guy coming for the infinity stones

Oh

Look at that zip-front hoodie with the half sleeves

To the elbow

Perfect

I’m always pulling them or rolling them up

Love the lines

I wonder what colors

Let’s see

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Just Poetry, new year

Off The Cuff In A Bikini Top

 

 Nothing to do with cuffs as the expression goes

Nor cufflinks

Back to bikinis though

At my age should I care?

Not at all

If you don’t like what you see

Look away from me

You know, over there

 

It’s Sunday morning and I’m not worried, nary a care with two more days to spare

Holidays ahead, festivities to be had

What will I do in order to keep relaxing?

Right now collecting vitamin D from the sun calorie free

Did that yesterday too

That’s the best way as sweat drips the best cleanser there is

I stay over my blanket droplets not on the phone where I record what’s on my mind

Later on I’ll go inside, type then post so you can see what’s going on today

 

Believe it or not I went to the store earlier

To see if they have my favorite hot cocoa

Whoever heard of hot cocoa in 87° heat but stockpile it why not

My need half-and-half for my espresso though in this weather I don’t drink as much

It makes me sweat

Again cleanses the body so that’s not bad

All these thoughts taking a gander through hoping to pass the time

I won’t read that I don’t want to drip on my book

The pages will wrinkle and warp

T’would be a shame so I’ll stop now wrap it up

Relax see how much time I’ve taken

If I have to turn back for one last few minutes of toasting

Before I go in

As the air conditioning begins

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Cleaning Out the Fish Tank

 

Scared the fish to death

Or were they just waiting for food

What are these extra dark little bits

Suddenly floating around

Little fishy defecatery

A new word I came up with

Poetic licensure aside

“What’s she doing now?”

Don’t worry darlings

Just making ready for what our future might bring

Certainly not a fish fry

With this tiny size

Not even a mouthful could be

 

Have I told you how much I like fish?

Did the catfish try to bite me?

Shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds

Fat contented cat

More like annoyed I disturbed his spot

Behavior so typical

Were you a feline in another life?

Now swim to the other side

The other corner on the bottom

Nowhere really left to hide

Just the gravel and you

Still

 

The fact they’re all loved and well fed

As they glide around

I gather up the extra stones

The treasures atop the gravel

In an attempt to protect the environment

As clean as can possibly be

A new home for them we’ll find

The magnificent 7

5 Stripes and two Corys

All healthy and happy too

Not too out of line my prediction

Stick with me

 

I’m on your side

For us both to survive

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Business Close To Midnight

 

Better than expected

To put a smile on my face

A perfect stranger

Little things matter

They do

I’m exhausted though

So sleep

Breathe deep, quiet peace

Breathe it in

Turmoil will keep

Like that rust that never will

Yet

Martini, sip

Don’t spill it

Savor its ice-cold bite

Not crystal clear

No

Emptied the cocktail onion jar of the bits settled

Saturated at the bottom

Too much brine

A little off white

They’ll suffice

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry, Movies

He Crept In

 

Not such a sin as you would think. “Can I sleep with you? I had a dream. It was dogs and they stood on a rock and looked at me. It was their eyes.” “Oh no” I did reply and thought of those vampire cows with red eyes comical though it seemed at the time but not enough I’d say as they hung upside down in their barn udders a-sway in mid-air. But he curled up by my side and I put my arm around him as I told him not to worry he’s ok. I rose and got pillows a little later on so in softness and comfy protection be, he, he be, well, you know. His breathing stayed even and low. As I watched him I thought why it is that sleeping on the floor is so much fun as a kid, such a delight as if you’re out camping though in the house. It’s those little things. I raised his head to reposition him that billowy pillows keep guard from those eyes and wrapped the blanket around like a little burrito. Is it involuntary motion when in sleep we pull them under our chin or subconscious voluntary habit just something we do? Well, in any case that’s what he did peacefulness in place.

 

My turn now to keep silent with these thoughts so sublime as in the kitchen I pot around. Espresso it’s your time and he keeps sleeping sound. Not even those chattering birds that can be heard distinct and clear through open sliding doors as daylight breaks will bring him around, but the alarm might as the tone begins. Forgot to turn it off or at least turn it down!

 

Must get that before damage is done.

 

Made it.

 

Where was I…? Look, here comes the sun. Balcony lights, good night.