Month: January 2023

Wine cooler party raves

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He put a few bottles in the wine cooler

As soon as he shut the door they started talking

Who is that new chardonnay in he white section?

Rumor has it there is a new burgundy with the reds

The white section decided to party

The reds looked on bemused

Prosecco’s popped open and fizzed

Somebody played music

Eventually the reds joined in

A Beaujolais nouveaux popped his cork

And climbed up into the whites section

The party was in full swing

A few white ladies climbed down to join the reds

The wine cooler was rocking and clinking

A couple of reds opened and started to share

They were all dancing ad jumping around happily

Then a red tipped over and pushed the door open

He spilled red wine all over the floor

Everybody froze in horror

The music stopped abruptly

What are we going to go cried the chardonnay

Cabernet took control of the wine cooler

Pushing the scantily clad white ladies back upstairs

Commanding everybody to lie flat and still

The owner’s pet dog approached sniffing

He started to lap up the spilled wine

The owner came to investigate the commotion

Blame was immediately placed on the dog

All the white wines started to giggle

The dog returned later and opened the door

Before peeing all over the wine bottles

That put a damper on the wine cooler party raves

Full steam ahead!

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I woke up at dark o’thirty

My mind was racing after a vivid dream

Which was rapidly fading from my memory

It must have been a bad dream

Because my mind forbid me to go back to sleep

Lest I revisit the same dream

I dragged my reluctant body out of bed

Made a cup of tea and stepped outside

The morning air felt fresh and cool

Hardly a sound emerging from the blackness

The birds were all sleeping

Hot tea woke up my body

There was no going back to bed now

Sunrise was more than an hour away

This was to be my solitude time

A period of self reflection and a quick debate

What should I do with this gifted hour

I rejected the temptation to go on line

The virtual world would survive another hour without me

Likewise the TV news was shunned

I decided to set myself some goals for the day

Prioritize what must get done by when

It was easy to shake hands in that deal

The next goals were harder to agree on

Things I wished to achieve over the coming months and years

The longer the timeframe the harder it was to commit

Plenty of excuses were lining up for not achieving them  

I waited for them all to say their piece

Then I gave them a stiff lecture on their bad attitude

They mostly slunk away in dejection 

Apart from one persistent excuse who refused to leave

He had a smug look on his face

His point was blunt and brutal

How do you know you will be well enough or even alive to finish those long term goals?

I looked him straight in the eye and told him

I am the captain of this ship and if she goes down

Then you go down with her too

I thanked him for strengthening my resolve and dismissed him

He walked away and turned to me with a smile

Good luck captain he said

I called down to the engine room with the command

Full steam ahead!

partying on the horizon sandbar

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I look out over the water daily

Marveling at the ever changing sea and sky

They meet on the horizon 

A distant place where boats fall off the edge

And planes pop up from below the water

Something strange happened this morning

The horizon had completely vanished

The sky had melted into the sea

No longer any distinction between water and air

I imagined the boaters there suddenly floating into the sky

Aviators letting their planes sit on the water

Boats and planes hanging out together

Partying on the horizon sandbar

All stuck in a time warp vortex

Unable to escape the clutches of the melted horizon

Doomed to a never ending life of floating aimlessly 

While listening to cool music and sipping cocktails

Chatting with friends who never grow old

Every day being a groundhog horizon party day

A one way ticket to paradise

Where only the chosen few get to go

I am chartering an imaginary boat to join them

I will never get there but I can dream about it