I like
chill music
relaxing time
greeting guests
strong hugs
big manhattans
more manhattans
light appetizers
good company
lively conversation
dinner party
jazz music
tasty food
paired wine
sweet desserts
funny speeches
old stories
reciprocal roastings
hearty laughs
strong hugs
reluctant goodbyes
clearing up
bed time
spa music
short read
long cuddle
sweet dreams
waking up
more cuddles
repeat repeat
the downside of writing daily poetry
is that every day is a new day
nobody remembers old poetry
yesterdays poem disappears into cyber dust bytes
everybody expects something new today
a freshly baked piece of creative writing
served on a gourmet plate
reeking of garlic and fresh basil
but what about those who might read it in the future
for them my daily writing is just a bunch of stale old hypertext
a list of random words unrelated to the day of reading
that bothers me intensely
because I distribute my writing in real time
sharing my dreams and fantasies of the day
with those who dare to dream with me in real time
future readers may never understand the meaning of the now
but fear not you daily readers
if you do not have time to read my daily writing every day
there is now an archive section in my poetry blog
you can go back and read all the old stuff
It may have gone a bit stale with time
apologies if its not as fresh as you want
you can always sample my daily fresh poem in real time
shirts hang around in a big gang
chatting about their adventures
where did you go last night
to the coolest restaurant in town
did he take you to work again
yes and its always the same old boring routine
laundry time is a nice swim
ending in torture by a hot iron
socks sleep in pairs in a dark drawer
they get split up when worn
go for long walks
get to watch tv on the couch
before sleeping on the bedroom floor
maybe spending weeks in the laundry basket
hoping to be reunited with their lost twin
sadly ending their life alone at the back of the drawer
underwear might seem a good gig
all shouting me me me when the drawer opens
but it always the same few who get picked
leaving the oldest behind in the dark
underwear is quickly covered up
hardly ever seeing daylight
except in those steamy romantic moments
where they might get trampled on a bedroom floor
jeans are the king of the closet
they get to see everything in life
walking driving relaxing hanging out in bars
the favorite pair can be chosen virtually every day
even when old and frayed they still get worn
never going out of fashion
they bond with their owner
over time accommodating his expanding waistline
She searched the beach for sea glass
Small pieces of old glass
Man made articles transformed by nature
Jewels of the sea
Tossed and rolled by the waves
Rubbed by rocks and sands for decades
Holding the jewels in her palm
She wondered who held the original glass article
Did they toss it into the waves with a wish
What kind of life did they lead back then
Perhaps they still walk this beach today
She spotted a glass bottle
Rolling in the surf
Alas no message inside
Sea creatures clinging on for a ride
She thought of picking it up
Cleaning up this beach trash
Then decided to leave it be
For some future sea glass gatherer
She closed her eyes and made a wish
Vowing to come back in 20 years
To find her own jewels of the sea
Windy days
A stiff breeze in your face
Waves on the bay
Sailboats skimming along
Trees gently swaying
Foliage fluttering
Blow wind blow
Ripples dancing on a pool
Proud flag flying straight
The cyclist pedals harder
Freshen up the air we breathe
Blow wind blow
Winds of change
Warm welcome wind
Cold hostile biting wind
Strong angry wind
Raging destructive wind
Calm gentle wind
Delicate caressing breeze
Blow wind blow
Never seen
Only felt
Ever changing
Sometimes absent
Blow wind blow
Blue eyed lady
pretty lady
Walks an empty beach
Blue eyed lady
Fake mermaid lady
Siren of the sea
Blue eyed lady
Confident lady
Calls the ship to shore
Blue eyed lady
Magician lady
Sandbank moves unseen
Blue eyed lady
Devious lady
Shipwreck on the shore
Blue eyed lady
Trading lady
Selling salvaged cargo
Blue eyed lady
Business lady
Now she owns that beach
He puts on a suicide vest
The ultimate personal test
Willful self destruction
Murdering compulsion
walking to the market square
Approaching death without a care
Searching the most crowded place
No look of horror on his face
People around him will soon be slaughtered
Husbands, wives sons and daughters
All in the wrong place at the wrong time
Innocent victims of the most heinous crime
He reaches in his pocket for the wires
One last breath before an explosion of fire
Bodies ripped apart and others maimed
So many lives will never be the same
Sleepy market place becomes headline news
Soon invaded with voyeuristic camera crews
Victim counting becomes a priority
Shocking images beamed worldwide for all to see
We can’t ask him to explain what he feels inside
Perhaps he waits for his seventy two virgins to arrive
Soon all this news will fade away
The suicide bomber and his victims had their last day
Hugs have proven health benefits
Hugs can lower your blood pressure
Hugs can improve your immune sytem
Hugs can relieve stress and tension
If you give really long hug, your heart rate and breathing can go in sync with the recipient
We don’t need science to tell us hugs are good
Everybody knows hugs feel good, both as a giver and receiver
So what makes a really good hug
Firstly the hug can only be given with permission of the recipient
So always ask before you hug
This can be a verbal exchange or if you know each other well just by body language
Make eye contact before you hug and approach slowly with arms open
Take a deep breath before hugging to help synchronize your breathing
Lean in close and match the pressure of the other person
A good hug should last at least 20 seconds
Release gently from the hug and make eye contact
Smile
Enjoy the benefits of a good hug
Now go out and practice
If you are alone you can hug yourself
Its ok to announce to others that you need a hug
It was almost midnight on a dark October night
The leaves were beginning to turn and it was cool but with still air
Dark silence was broken by an owl hooting
I stepped outside to listen
He seemed to be in the nearest big tree
It was too dark to see him
A second owl further away was answering his call
I listened intensely for about twenty minutes
I recorded the sounds on my phone
A quick search online revealed a guide to owl sounds on youtube
I was able to compare the sounds and identify them as great horned owls
Unfortunately I could not tell what they are saying
I wonder how long it will be before somebody develops an App for that
One that translates animal sounds into human language
Imagine the joy of talking to your pet dog
Listening to his barking thoughts
Maybe he could teach you new tricks
Like how to identify things by smell
You could ask him to perform clever tricks
Like fetching you a cold beer from the fridge
If I had that App today
I would tell the owl how sorry I was
For all the trees being cut down for housing developments
I would tell the owl I am sorry for all the pollution
Sorry for all the pesticides that disrupt the animal food chain
I wonder what the owl would have to say in return
Hoot hoot….hoot hoot
Hopefully that means “its OK I forgive you”
I grew up on Merseyside near Liverpool
I was around 11 years old during the peak of Beatlemania
I remember listening to vinyl records at home on a gramophone
as a teenager I fell in love with rock music
at that time there was no internet
radio broadcasting was strictly controlled by the government
there was very little air time given to popular music
pirate radio stations started to fill that gap
Radio Caroline was a ship based pirate radio station
broadcasting from sea outside UK territorial limits
as a teenage rebel it was a thrill to listen to illegal broadcasts
the DJs were under no constraints about what to play or say on air
in the 1970’s I discovered local pirate radio stations
these were land based illegal broadcasters
hunted constantly by the authorities
they were very innovative in evading capture
sometimes broadcasting from a simple transmitter
powered by a car battery
connected to a cassette tape recorder
with antenna wires strung between trees in a field
I remember one land based local pirate station called Radio Jackie North
broadcasting popular music on the medium waveband at 217
urban legend said they broadcast live from tower blocks in my home town
lookouts monitored police activity at ground level
using walkie talkies they would give warnings to the broadcasters above
the station would go off air while the pirates hid the equipment
they would then move it all to an adjacent tower block
just to keep one step ahead of the raids
the Radio Jackie theme tune was Jackie Blue
a song by the Ozark Mountain Daredevils
whenever I hear that song today
it triggers distant happy memories
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