unexploded minefields on my smartphone

do you remember the early days of TV remotes

only a few buttons to control the power on and off

and of course the channel up or down

you did not need a masters degree in computer science operate them

as TVs became more sophisticated

more buttons appeared on the remotes

at first it was a big novelty

I have wasted many hours in hotel rooms exploring every button on the TV remote

we have all had those terrifying home alone moments

when we randomly pressed a few buttons on the TV remote

to find the picture size reduced to a postage stamp

with no idea whatsoever on how to get it back

it usually takes a teenager to fix it

they are born with a savant like knowledge of everything electronic

older folks prefer to stick with a couple of trusted friendly buttons

and treat the others like an unexploded minefield

remotes started to come with everything you bought for the home

the powered blinds had a remote

the stereo music system had a remote

the remotes in the home outnumbered the occupants by far

then along came the smartphone

with apps for everything

that could do the same as the remotes

remote controls lay lifeless and ignored  buried in drawers

manufacturers then realized it was cheaper not to supply a remote

they pulled you in by advertising the app for the device

which you eagerly download onto your phone

you can now control almost everything in your home with a phone

my phone now has so many apps that I struggle to find the right one

infrequently used apps impudently ask me for a password that I can never remember

so I tend to stick to my few trusted friendly apps

and treat the rest like an unexploded minefield

Tornado tequila

Driving home

Last night

Heavy rain

Frequent lightening

From west

Approaching storm

Arrive home

All good

Phone alert

Tornado warning

Take cover

Lower level

Interior room

Wind roars

Torrential rain

House shakes

Check radar

Storm close

Thunder explosions

Frighteningly close

Texts flying

Neighbors concerned

Welfare checking

All good

Waiting praying

Long wait

Storm rages

More rain

Frequent thunder

Slowly subsides

Warning expires

Check outside

Distant lightening

No damage

Huge relief

Mother Nature

So powerful

Grab tequila

Pour shots

Survival toasts

Ghost rider smiles

Early morning mist

Still bay waters

Total silence blanket

Time standing still

Perhaps going backwards 

Distant engine sound

Approaching engine roar

Ghost boat appears

Going full speed

Bursting through mist

Ghost rider aboard 

Future time traveller

Visiting his past

Adventure of discovery

Time travel portal

Hidden in mist

Camera shutter clicks

Fleeting glance captured

Frozen in time

Memories will thaw

Ghost roars away

Speeding into mist

Engine sounds fade

Back to future

Mist burns off

Back to present

Camera image disappears

Nobody believes storyteller

Ghost rider smiles

Many states in my life

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There are many states in my life

Here are some of my favorites

Waking up

The good morning kiss

Sipping that first cup of tea in the morning 

Writing poetry

Riding my bike

Planning the day

Pausing for a cup of tea

The mid morning kiss

Getting tasks done

Pausing for a cup of tea

A pleasant lunch with company

The midday kiss

Checking in on friends and family

Pausing for a cup of tea

Taking a walk

The afternoon kiss

Watching Liverpool FC play

Liverpool win celebration kiss

Pausing for a cup of tea

Cooking dinner

Opening a nice bottle of wine

The evening kiss

Lively dinner conversations

Pausing for a cup of tea

Watching a good Netflix series

Final cup of tea before bed

The goodnight kiss

Sleeping 

Dreaming 

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Crepe Myrtle

In summertime’s embrace a spectacle sublime

The crepe myrtle blooms a poetry in rhyme

In hues of crimson violet and purest white

The essence of beauty etched in petals bright

With grace they dance upon the whispering breeze

Unveiling their enchantment putting hearts at ease

Delicate like wisps of dreams they gently sway

A symphony of colors a captivating display

Midst verdant boughs their branches reach the sky

A testament to life as time goes fleeting by

Each blossom tells a story a chapter yet untold

Unraveling secrets that nature does behold

Oh crepe myrtle bloom your elegance divine

An artist’s brush couldn’t even come close to define

You charm the senses evoking joy and peace

A resplendent masterpiece that will never cease

So let us stand in awe beneath your rambling bowers

And let your presence fill our hearts in quiet hours

For in your bloom we find a solace so profound

A tapestry of beauty where inner peace is found

Sunday mornings

Oh the joys of Sunday mornings

Sleeping in late

Sunday mornings

Leisurely brunch

Sunday mornings

No agenda

Sunday mornings

Time slows down

Sunday mornings

Recharge your soul battery 

Sunday mornings

Pick up that book

Sunday mornings

Maybe a gentle stroll

Sunday mornings

Nothing too taxing

Sunday mornings

To be savored

Sunday mornings

Like a good malt whisky

Sunday mornings

Sipped not gulped

Sunday mornings

McMiami McLife

Walking along Miami city streets

Traffic noise is intense

Streets are lined with stores

Music erupts from crowded bars

I can feel the Latin culture

The occasional tree defiantly claims its place

In a sea of concrete and steel 

Noise, aromas and vivid spectacles 

All compete for my attention

My senses are on overdrive

I enter an apartment complex

Shielded from the city noise

I go to the thirteenth floor

Discovering a comfortable apartment

With breathtaking views of the city

Looking through the large windows

I see a different perspective of Miami

The city below is surprising green

Red roofs breaking through the green canopy

Giant terra cotta mushrooms in an urban forrest

I can hardly see any people at all

Vehicles appear to be the dominant life form

Silent cars and trucks glide along streets

Like boats on a crowded canal

Speeding up to reach the stern of the vessel ahead

I am studying McDonalds from my lofty perch

An island surrounded by Mcwater

floating vessels occasionally leave the Mccanal

To circle around the McIsland

They stop briefly to take on McSupplies

McDonalds is the beating heart of the Mccity

The canals are its Mcarteries

McParamedics are dispatched to fix Mcblockages

The vehicles are all well McLubricated

This city will never McDie 

In the mornings, a huge Mctruck visits the McIsland

Drifting in like a supply Mcbarge

Offloading its McCargo

Feeding the McFeeding Mcstation

Before gently floating back to the McCanal

Mcnighttime falls

The canals are Mcilluminated

Spotlights adorn floating McVessels

Mcbuildings glow white hot

The city will not Mcsurrender to McDarkness

A bright Mcyellow M signals the McLighthouse

Beckoning McVehicles to the McIsland

Mcfeeding continues all through the Mcnight

McMiami does not McSleep

McNight turns into McDay

The balance of nature

By Guest Author JH Huzzah

Mother Nature and Father Time resided in the heart of a mystical forest. Their existence spanned eons, and they had forever found themselves in an unyielding conflict. Mother Nature was the embodiment of life and growth, while Father Time was the harbinger of change and decay. Their differences became a chasm, leaving them barely able to stand each other’s presence.

One day, a young woman named Anya was wandering through the forest when she came upon Mother Nature and Father Time in a heated argument. She was taken aback to see them so angry, shouting at one another, and she asked them what was wrong.

“Father Time is always trying to change things,” Mother Nature said angrily. “He is incredibly oblivious to the damage that he causes to my world. He is indifferent to the natural wonders that I created and does nothing to protect it!”

Father Time, cloaked in somber wisdom, calmly responded, “But things can’t stay the same forever.” He continued, “Change is inevitable. The world is constantly evolving, and I am simply the keeper of time. I am the one who ensures that the seasons turn, trees grow, and the animals evolve, and then in time they must fade. Without me, the world would be a stagnant place.”

Mother Nature protested, “You don’t care about me at all. Your foreboding scythe that you carry symbolizes the very essence of death! You are apathetic and careless with the resources that I provide!” 

“I must make everything die at some point,” Father Time responded with melancholy. “Without death, the world would never change, and new life would never begin.” 

Anya listened thoughtfully to their argument, and she could see that they were both right. She understood that for there to be harmony in the world a balance must be struck. Mother Nature was right to want to protect the natural world, but Father Time was also right that change is inevitable.

“I think you both have a point,” Anya said. “Father Time, you should pause and appreciate the beauty of the natural world as it is now, and you should do everything you can to protect it. But Mother Nature, you must also understand that change is a natural part of life. It’s what makes the world interesting and dynamic, even if death is necessary outcome of that change.”

In that moment, they both saw the truth in her words. The very fabric of existence demanded harmony between them. They had never seen eye to eye before, but they could see that Anya was right. They both had a role to play in the in the tapestry of the world, and they needed to work together to create a balance between life, and death, and change.

From that day on, Mother Nature and Father Time were no longer at odds. They gained a newfound respect for one another and worked together to create a balanced world that was both beautiful and dynamic. The seasons changed, the forests flourished, and the animals evolved. Yet the beauty of the natural world was still protected and cherished.

Not all thoughts escape me

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I start my day at the computer

opening my writing from yesterday 

I delete everything

I advance the date to today

the screen is now blank

Its a signal to clear my mind completely

I wait patiently for a passing thought

I let the first few thoughts go by unmolested

I can see them clearly but choose to ignore them

like strangers walking down the other side of the street

the traffic between us is heavy and noisy

then suddenly an interesting thought appears

moving quickly along the other side

I must wait for a gap in the traffic

I eventually cross over and chase after him

he ignores my pleas to slow down 

escaping my grasp before he disappears forever

this side of the street is empty now

the other side is crowded with attractive thoughts

I must return to the other side

I see a small gap and take a huge risk

running fast between speeding vehicles

I reach the other side out of breath

I confront a thought who stares at me in disbelief

what the hell do you want with me he demands

I need you for a poem I explain

hell no he says as he dashes into the busy street

brakes squeal and cars swerve to avoid him

he jumps back in front of me in a cold sweat

we make eye contact for a brief moment before he whispers to me

better to live forever in your poem than die escaping it