No more ice skating

It was a small mistake

His partner an accomplice 

He could have fixed it

Chose to ignore it

Time rolled on

Partnership ended

Mistake compounded

No longer a small fix

Mistake frozen solid over time

Cloud hanging over him

Hoping it would go unnoticed

More time passed

Mistake back to haunt him

In a way he never imagined

Ex partner blackmailing

Now skating on thin ice

Offered a difficult choice

Do nothing and be exposed

Pay ransom and be compromised 

It was an agonizing choice

He rejected them both

Opted to confess

Pay penalties for mistake

He bit the bullet

New partner supportive

Medicine tasted sour

He took it well

Long recovery

Mistake finally resolved

Ex partner big loser

He moved forward

No cloud hanging over him

Ice of his mistake finally melted

Forming a beautiful lake

He built a boat

Sailed away on lake

With new partner

Bright future

No more ice skating

Thanks to the turkey vultures

I stood on my balcony waiting for sunrise

A huge group of turkey vultures were soaring nearby

There must have been more than a hundred

The sky was almost back with them

Huge birds with a six foot wingspan

Playing in the early morning thermals

Taking spiral rides upwards

Breaking off to dive down again

Enjoying the invisible fairground rides

Swooping between buildings

Some came really close to my balcony

So close that we made eye contact

I wondered if they were checking me out 

As a potential food source

I waved to them in defiance

Sorry guys I am not dead yet

The message spread fast and they moved on

Soon the skies were clear again

How odd that it took a bunch of vultures

To remind me that I am still alive and well

Not that I had forgotten about my existence

Its just that I had not been thinking about it recently

Those birds did me a huge favor today

I will cherish every moment that passes

My senses will be super sharp all day

Sunrise came and the clouds lit up bright pink 

The colors seemed much more vibrant than usual

The flavors in my breakfast shake were divine

I can feel the energy flowing through my veins

Time to pump up the tires for a long bike ride

Its going to be one of those banner days

Thanks to the turkey vultures

Dancing with the parking ticket devil

(Inspired by and dedicated to Robin and Susan Shelley)

My car is my friend

He takes me to any place I want to go

He never complains

As long as I feed him fuel

And service him occasionally

He sleeps at my home most nights

Safe and sound

But sometimes we take risks

Parking in places where we have to pay

When we go to dinner or to an event

The clock is then ticking loudly in my mind

Making it hard to enjoy myself

Knowing that my rented parking time is running out

I never want to waste my parking fee

So I try to get back to the car just before it expires

When I get back a little late

The thrill of going over time

Is reward by the lack of a parking ticket

We all like to dodge a bullet

It does not always work out that way

As I frantically run back to my car

Believing that all will be fine

I can see from a distance

Something is not right

The dreaded ticket is sitting there on my windshield

Held in place by my wipers

They are supposed to protect me by cleaning away rain

But today they are guarding a parking ticket

What traitors

I run out of expletives when I read it

The fine is many times more than the parking fee

With serious penalties if I do not pay

I pay the fine and decide I will never to do so ever again

Vowing to forever overload my parking prepayment

To be sure I never get another ticket

It works out fine

For a while

Then I slip back into my just-in-time parking fee mode

Dancing with the parking ticket devil

Most times I win that dance with glee

Doing a jig next to my car whenever it works out

Until the devil has his way

He dances when I pay the parking ticket fine

Seeing how the other half live

She switched on the vacuum robot

Then left the house for the day

The robot glided over the floor

While sweeping and suctioning

He sped towards the dining area

Bumping into a dining chair

Watch were you are going yelled the chair

The robot ignored the protests and kept sweeping under the table

Banging into every leg of the table and the chairs

He wandered off into the kitchen and kept bumping into the dishwasher

Back off yelled the dishwasher

The robot ignored all complaints

As he terrorized everything in the house

The sofa called a house meeting

All the other furniture huddled round

The appliances listened in

They all agreed that the delinquent robot had to go

They devised a plan

The carpet threw out a loose thread from a seam

Like a fisherman laying a line

The robot ran over the thread which quickly jammed his rollers

The robot was stuck on the edge of the carpet

Coughing and spluttering to try and dislodge the swallowed thread

The chair ran over and  kicked the stalled robot in the back

He shot across the room and crashed into a wall

The stool ran over and flipped the robot onto his back

The trash can spilled his contents all around the robot.

His wheels kept spinning until he ran out of battery

The owners returned a while later

They were shocked to find dents in the walls and trash everywhere

They blamed the robot

He was unplugged and put in a box 

That night the sofa called a house meeting

Good job everybody and hopefully they will bring back the maid

She was much more fun to hang with said the TV

The robot sat in his box fuming

The maid showed up the next day when the owners were out

She thanked all the furniture and appliances

Then she put the box with the robot out with the trash

She made herself a stiff drink and turned on the TV

What would you like to watch she asked then couch

Lets see HGTV please he answered

I like to see how the other half live said the chair

Becalmed

The lone sailor

Round the world voyage

Becalmed in the Pacific Ocean

Away from all shipping lanes

Far from any land

No wind in his sails

Drifting aimlessly

The days became endless

Fishing for fresh food

Cooking for one

Talking to himself over dinner

Praying for some wind

He became depressed

Uncertain of his future

Late in the afternoon

Spotted a small craft

Decided to run the engine

In order to make contact

Tied up alongside 

A small sailing boat

Nobody aboard

He was worried

Did the sailor fall overboard

Then he heard a splash

A woman was surfacing

She had been diving with a spear gun

Roped to the boat for safety

She threw a large fish onto the deck

Before climbing onto the stern

She was very attractive

Smiled at him and said

I saw you approaching

So I decided to catch us dinner

Will you join me she said smiling

Of course he responded

They spent hours talking

Found they had so much in common

Decided to complete their voyages side by side

Rafting together daily

They fell in love

He combined their two journals

Wrote a book about their adventures

Emailed it to his agent

Received a huge advance from a publisher

They gave up solo voyaging

Sold their small boats

Bought a larger boat for them both to live on

No more lone sailing

Book was a best seller

Married at sea

The wind blew every day

Starfish

Walking the beach after a storm

Lots of shells washed up

I started collecting them

I found a starfish

He looked so cute

I picked him up

To add to my collection

But he felt too heavy

I turned him over

He was still alive

Should I throw him back

Risk damaging him

Or gently return him

I decided not to hurl him

Wading deep into the surf

Pausing when the water was waist deep

Gently placing him on the sea floor

Stepping back gingerly

So as not to step on him

Standing on the beach

Watching the waves crash in

Trying to imagine the starfish now

Back in his natural habitat

I closed my eyes

Listening to the waves

Gently lapping the shore

They were whispering to me

Thank you thank you

I reflected on my actions

Did I do the right thing

My mind wandered

Can you grill and eat starfish

The waves got angry

Flying in a picnic basket

I had often seen hot air balloons floating in the sky

This was going to be my first ride in one

I had to get up at dark othirty and drive to a remote field

The balloon was already unloaded and laying flat on the ground

Like a giant brightly colored bed sheet

The wicker basket was on its side

Is it really safe to fly in an oversize picnic basket

The ballon fabric was gossamer thin

More apprehension crept in

Helpers held open the hole in the canopy

The pilot fired up the burner with a huge roar

The dragon breath spewed horizontal flames inside the balloon

I had visions of the entire canopy being burned to a crisp

Within a few minutes a large cavity formed inside

It was big enough to contain a small house

Eventually the balloon rose up and pulled the basket up off its side

It was as if the beast had taken on a life of its own

Helpers grabbed ropes as we clambered inside

The fading darkness was still hiding my fears as we took off

The pilot was pulling on a control to put more fire into the belly of the beast

We floated up and along with ease as the sun crept up

Fields below resembled a painted quilt

Power lines criss crossed the landscape

I was fearful that we might eventually land on one

I did not want to die in a high voltage spark induced inferno

My fate lay in the hands of the young pilot

Who seemed worryingly even younger in full daylight

Vehicles snaked along the winding roads below

Resembling radio controlled toy cars

The rising sun played hide and seek with the clouds

As we silently drifted through the air

Even the wind was quiet up there

I prised my white knuckles off the edge of the basket

To take hold of a champagne bottle

I popped the cork and poured celebratory glasses for all

The bubbles tasted so special at a high elevation

Surprisingly I was now relaxed and enjoying the ride

The view was more intoxicating than the champagne

Time seemed to slow down up in the sky

The pilot announced the ride would be ending soon

I watched the fields below grow in size as we slowly came down

We descended with grace and gently bumped the ground

I watched the pilot frantically pulling on ropes to deflate the canopy

The basket tipped over sideways and we all started to laugh

The giant beast gave up its hot breakfast

It was expertly slain and slowly died on its side

We climbed out and hugged each other

It was good to feel solid ground under my feet again

How fast is the heartbeat of a giant woodpecker

At last I found some time to sit down and write today

Transmit my thoughts into my daily poem

It was hard to concentrate

Due to the construction work outside the condo

Drilling and hammering

Workers dangling from the high rise roof on cradles

Those steel suspension cables look ever so thin

The construction workers do not seem worried at all

Strung up so high in the wind and rain

Jack hammering away at the concrete walls

Like giant woodpeckers

Searching for hidden grubs

Concrete dust clouds rolled by my tightly closed window

I grabbed the Bose headphones

They cut out almost all the construction noice

Peace at last

Well not quite

There was a steady distant thumping in my ears

Slow and rhythmical

That cannot be a construction woodpecker

It suddenly dawned on me

It was my own heartbeat

Presumably amplified by the Bose headphones

I closed my eyes to listen closely

With a few deep breaths

And some concentrated bio feedback

I was able to slow down my heartbeat

I checked my resting pulse

It was a steady 56 bmp

These headphones are great for a relaxing meditation

Even in the middle of all this contstruction mayhem

But suddenly my ears exploded

Rock music was blasting away

The headphones had somehow connected to Spotify on my phone

My heart rate jumped to racy 96 bpm

Led Zeppelin was however quite entertaining

Bringing back memories of my head banging youth

And it totally drowned out the giant woodpeckers outside

So I left the music on loud

Meditation time was over

Rock on

Slow heartbeats are for stoned hippies

I wonder how fast is the heartbeat of a giant woodpecker