Seasons

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the cold wind blows from the north

its icy tentacles seek out your exposed flesh

your face numbed so hard you can’t smile

you stopped smiling when winter arrived

brown withered lifeless foliage surrounds you 

where once colorful flowers bathed your eyes

naked trees sway in the howling wind

withered leaves cling to their branches 

their lives are over and soon they will fall to be absorbed by the soil

today’s raging brown river was once a gentle summer stream

you watch the angry boiling muddy water rushing down to the bay

no boats dare wrestle with those white capped waves 

the watermen all stay at home by roaring fires telling fisherman’s tales 

summer is now a distant memory

we will all suffer many cold dark days before she creeps back

seasons make us appreciate the weather we don’t have on that day

do you really like winter

flames in the fireplace may give you heat

but you can’t get a tan from laying by a fire

sitting by a pool in summer is so delightful 

you dare not sit by a pool cover dusted with snow

please come back soon summer

will you promise never to complain about summer’s long hot lazy days

is this art

Pure abstract art

Random paint splatter

No recognizable shapes

Meaningless to some

Beautiful to others

Everybody interprets different

Some see calm

Others see anger

I see vibrance

She sees faces

Real artistic impressions

Doubters see nothing

Great conversation starter

Two camps form

Those totally for

Rest non believers

Nobody on fence

Either love it

Or hate it

Either its art

Or spilled paint

If in doubt

Take a risk

Look at it

With open mind

Let it speak

To your soul

My litmus test

Made me think

Therefore its art

No monster breakfast but 7 goals for brunch

I woke up before dawn today

It was my quiet time

Nobody around and no distractions

I waited for the sunrise on the balcony

She came with a fanfare

Lighting up the bay with long shadows

Moored boats formed an honor guard

Glistening in the morning sun

Casting infinitely long shadows 

I watched the early morning risers in the street below

Joggers running down the trail by the marina

Family pushing a stroller with their non-sleeping child

Waves of cyclists whizzing by towards Key Biscayne 

One group must have had one hundred riders

I waited and waited and waited while I drank hot green tea

The sun rose higher and the shadows got shorter

No big blue monster showed up today

It must have been his day off

Probably at home munching on garbage leftovers

That yellow jacketed man shovelling trash into his belly

I was disappointed not to see the blue monster

Even more disappointed that I did not get to feed him

It was one of those slow lazy mornings which slid towards brunch

Soon it was time to watch my football team Liverpool on TV

Real football that is AKA Soccer

We were playing our local rivals Manchester United

It was a frantic first half and we grabbed a late goal to lead 1-0

Both teams were evenly balanced in a fiercely competitive game

The second half was a totally different story

Liverpool came out on fire and scored straight away

Soon a third and fourth goal came our way

Then a fifth and sixth scored without any response from Manchester United

Scores this big are very rare in football, perhaps a few in a lifetime

We scored again just before the finish to make it 7-0

Congratulatory messages were flying into my phone

It felt good to be on top form after a very mediocre season

I pictured the big blue monster sitting in his depot

Watching the football game on a huge TV screen

Grunting and doing smokey donut burnouts in the parking lot

Shaking his horns at the monster Manchester United fans

YNWA!

monster breakfast

A noise woke me up early this morning

It was a big blue monster roaring in the street

He seemed angry and impatient

Stopping outside our condo building menacingly

A man got out of his side and walked into the parking area

Emerging a few minutes later wheeling a large trash dumpster 

The blue monster unfolded his two big long horns from behind his ears

They were now sticking forward like he was ready to do battle

I wonder if these monsters fight and lock horns during mating season

Dueling over feeding grounds and the right to be king of the herd

The man wheeled the dumpster into the street in front of the monster

Creeping forward slowly until his horns slid through holes in the dumpster sides

It was effortlessly impaled with precision

With a hungry roar he lifted the dumpster up high

Tipping it backwards into a big opening on his back

The monster shook the dumpster violently to release all its contents

Once empty he reversed his horns to place the dumpster back in the street

He slithered back to pull out his impaled horns

The man wheeled the empty dumpster away and returned with a second full one

Obviously one dumpster load was not enough for the hungry monster

He impaled the second one and ate all its contents too

The opening in his back seemed completely full

Then a big plate slid across pushing all the trash deep into the monsters belly

He folded his big horns back behind his ears

After a few grunts he was ready to look for another meal

The man in the yellow jacket climbed back into the monster

Roaring off towards the condo building next door

The two empty trash cans were wheeled away

Placed under the trash chutes to gather more monster food

Residents visit the trash chutes daily with their monster food contributions

I wonder what would happen if the monster did not show up for a few days

What would the residents do with all that monster food

Or what if the residents stopped feeding him completely

Would he curl up and die from starvation

He likes to feed early in the morning when nobody is around

Maybe he sleeps it off for the rest of the day

I am setting my alarm early for tomorrow

So I can witness the monster having his monster breakfast again

Perhaps the man in the yellow jacket will let me feed the monster

Dave and John at the pub -Parts 1 and 2

Part 1 the full text, bold items translated in Part 2 below

John went to the pub last night, he met up with Dave for a few bevvies. 

They always have a good chin wag at the pub.  

After five beers, Dave offered to buy John a whisky but he said “No.”  Dave kept insisting so eventually John said “Go on then.” 

Lenny was at the bar having a skinful because of his newly arrived  grandson and he was wetting the baby’s head.  

By the end of the evening Lenny was totally legless and everybody was taking the piss out of him.  

Dave was totally gutted after the Saturday football results, he said that his team’s manager had totally lost the plot during the game.  

John said he found the game so boring on the telly that he took a kip instead of watching the second half.  

When he woke up, his moggy was laying on his stomach purring.  

“You need to get rid of that moggy” said Dave “He is about as much use as a chocolate fireguard.”  

John said his misses was cheesed off again because he had not decorated the bathroom over the weekend as he had promised. 

 “You better pull your finger out soon” said Dave “Before she gets really pissed off at you.”  

John said “She wants us to go to Spain on Holiday this year, I am thinking of taking her camping in Wales instead and spend the rest of the holiday money on a new motorbike.”  

Dave laughed out loud, “That would certainly put a spanner in the works.”  

John laughed back “She is always whinging about something, I bet she will have the hump when I get home from the pub tonight.”   

Dave said his misses was always chuffed to bits when he got home.  

“She gets my dinner and lets me fall asleep in front of the telly with a beer afterwards.  

“She probably nicks all your brass while you sleep” said John.  

After the pub closed they walked home together, stopping at the chippy for some takeaway.  

Vinny pulled up outside the chippy in his vintage Morris Minor

Dave and John gave him a lot of stick for driving an old banger.  

“I have not seen one of those old rust buckets for donkeys years” said John.  

Vinny laughed at them saying ” I was going to give you both a lift but you have pissed me off now, I bet those chips will be soggy by the time you fat buggers stagger home in the rain.”

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Part 2 English phrases explained

Bevvies plural of a bevvy- an adult beverage

chin wag- when friends chat and gossip together

Go on then- OK you have convinced me

having a skinfuldrinking alcohol to excess

wetting the baby’s head- celebrating the birth of a baby with a drink to two (babies heads are wetted during a christening ceremony)

Legless- Completely inebriated from excess alcohol consumption to the point where your legs cannot support your weight

taking the piss- making fun of something or somebody, can also mean taking liberties

Gutted- very upset indeed

lost the plot- over reacting when things go wrong

took a kip- took a nap or a short sleep

Moggy- a domestic cat

as much use as a chocolate fireguard- sarcasm when something is useless

the misses- the wife, AKA the Mrs.

cheesed off- mildly annoyed

Decorate- literally to paint or wallpaper the walls of a room, for Brits it does not mean adding furniture or items to change the entire decor of a room

pull your finger out- get focussed and finish the job with haste

pissed off- to be very annoyed

Holiday– Vacation

put a spanner in the works- an action that messes things up in the way that a spanner (wrench) dropped into a mechanical device would clog up the mechanisms

Whinging- crying and moaning

have the hump- to be in a bad mood

chuffed to bits- to be very excited and happy

Nicks- Steals

Brass- Money

Chippy- Slang for chip shop, a carry out establishment selling French fries and fried fish

Takeaway- Carry out food service

Morris Minor- A British family car produced my the Morris Motor Company 1948-1971

gave him a lot of stick- to criticize him incessantly

old banger- an old vehicle in poor condition

rust bucket – a very rusty old vehicle

donkeys years- a very long time

give you both a lift- give you both a ride in my vehicle

pissed me off- seriously upset me 

Chips- French fries, not to be confused with potato chips which are called crisps in Britain

Soggy- The Brits douse their French fries in salt and vinegar to add flavor. However, if not consumed quickly, the vinegar causes the fried potato to lose crispiness and become soft or “soggy”

Bugger- a despicable, annoying and troublesome person

Dave and John at the pub – Part 1

John went to the pub last night, he met up with Dave for a few bevvies.

They always have a good chin wag at the pub. 

After five beers, Dave offered to buy John a whisky but he said “No.”  Dave kept insisting so eventually John said “Go on then.”

Lenny was at the bar having a skinful because of his newly arrived grandson and he was wetting the baby’s head. 

By the end of the evening Lenny was totally legless and everybody was taking the piss out of him. 

Dave was totally gutted after the Saturday football results, he said that his team’s manager had totally lost the plot during the game. 

John said he found the game so boring on the telly that he took a kip instead of watching the second half. 

When he woke up, his moggy was laying on his stomach purring. 

“You need to get rid of that moggy” said Dave “He is about as much use as a chocolate fireguard.”

John said his misses was cheesed off again because he had not decorated the bathroom over the weekend as he had promised. 

“You better pull your finger out soon” said Dave “Before she gets really pissed off at you.” 

John said “She wants us to go to Spain on Holiday this year, I am thinking of taking her camping in Wales instead and spend the rest of the holiday money on a new motorbike.” 

Dave laughed out loud, “That would certainly put a spanner in the works.” 

John laughed back “She is always whinging about something, I bet she will have the hump when I get home from the pub tonight.”

Dave said his misses was always chuffed to bits when he got home. 

“She gets my dinner and lets me fall asleep in front of the telly with a beer afterwards. 

“She probably nicks all your brass while you sleep” said John. 

After the pub closed they walked home together, stopping at the chippy for some takeaway. 

Vinny pulled up outside the chippy in his vintage Morris Minor.

Dave and John gave him a lot of stick for driving an old banger. 

“I have not seen one of those old rust buckets for donkeys years” said John.  

Vinny laughed at them saying ” I was going to give you both a lift but you have pissed me off now, I bet those chips will be soggy by the time you fat buggers stagger home in the rain.”

For the non-British readers, a list of English words and phrases from the above and their meanings will be in Part 2

From collecting to hoarding

When you think of collecting items what comes to mind first

Stamps,  Baseball cards and coins probably

Some folks have the most bizarre collections:

Belly Button Fluff

Airplane sick bags (hopefully unused)

Pringle boxes

Erasers

Toothpaste tubes

Ring pull openers from beer cans

Banana tags

Bowling balls

Bricks

Hotel Do Not Disturb signs

Fossilized excrement

The list is endless as people will collect almost anything

When your collecting gets out of control you may a hoarder

Hoarding is a disorder when excessive amounts of items are stored in clutter

We are all guilty of hoarding to some extent, its really a spectrum

Parents will often keep their child’s school report cards and certificates forever

Do you remember your parents bringing out photos of you as a child

The most embarrassing ones showed you naked in the bath probably

Will future generations pull out old selfies and digital photographs

Is having 30,000 photos on your iPhone considered hoarding

Don’t feel obliged to keep your inherited collections

Especially if they are debts or jars of belly button fluff

the crash

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He sat on his motorcycle

Firing up the engine with a roar

He set off at great speed

Wind pummeling his face

Scenery flashed by in a blur

The road became twisty

Throwing the bike side to side

He could see a tight turn up ahead

But made no effort to slow down

Leaning hard into the turn

The bike could not make it

He slid off the road 

Running into a ditch

Violently ejected from the bike

Flying through the air

He saw it all in slow motion

Hitting the ground hard

Limbs flailing like a rag doll

Finally everything stopped

He was looking up at the sky

Intense pain gripped his entire body

Then he blacked out

Waking up in a hospital bed

Covered in bandages

Wires and tubes keeping him alive

A nurse spoke to him

Her voice was calming

He tried to answer back

But his voice did not work

Words were stuck in his brain

She could see he wanted to talk

Asking him to blink three times

He did as she asked

She asked lots more questions

He blinked once for yes and twice for no

She gathered a lot of data from him

Then she set up a computer screen in front of him

With a special camera looking at his eye

She taught him how look at a letter on the screen

Then blink twice to select it

Soon he was typing sentences with his eyes

It was exhausting for him

He only managed a few minutes that day

Longer every day after that

He started to write a journal

Documenting his paralysis

Then he wrote a few poems 

Some short stories we next

The book took four years to write

It was a best seller

He chose the title carefully

How to speak and write with your eyes

Beacon of hope

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Bright burning candle

Beacon of hope

Flickering fanned flame

Slow burning wick

Feeding the fire

Molten wax dripping

Candle shed tears

Sad lonely candle

Left burning alone

No birthday cake

No blown wishes

Slow steady burn

Defiant flame flickers

No more wax

Wick burned out

Flickering flame dies

Nobody to witness

The candle’s demise

Candle all gone

Wax drippings remain

Spilled candle blood

Laying in darkness

Hope was extinguished 

waiting for peace to arrive

She cared for him while he was sick

A terminal illness that got progressively worse

He fought hard right up to his last few days

Then he surrendered and let go

Telling her he was at peace

She comforted him until he passed away

Her best friend and partner had been taken away

Gone forever without her consent

She was not sure how she was supposed to feel now

She certainly was not at peace with it all

Relieved that his suffering had come to an end

Sorry that he would never be alongside her anymore

Confused that nobody could answer all her big why questions

Grateful for the support of family and friends

Sad that there were so many things left undone

Their list of places to visit together was still pinned up

Should she leave it there as a remembrance 

Asking herself if she should complete that list alone

Or should the list perish with him

She asked herself so many unanswered questions

Her pain and sorrow slowly subsided

Replaced by a numbness that felt much worse

A numbness that blocked her attempts to feel guilty

A numbness that refused to let anger creep in

She felt an emptiness inside that was cavernous 

Bigger than the emptiness left by his absence 

No words of comfort took away the numbness

There were no magic pills to make it go away

Ignoring the numbness did give some brief temporary relief

Until she thought about him or saw something to remind her of him

Then the numbness came back stronger

She never told anybody about her numbness

Afraid that it could be seen as indifference 

She tried to keep herself busy with mundane tasks

There was plenty to do in tidying up his affairs

Time seemed to have slowed down immensely for her

Long lonely days and longer sleepless nights

She did look forward to falling asleep 

Knowing that she would dream about him

He visited her in those dreams

Which felt so real and vivid

He told her in one dream that he would be with her forever

She woke up from that dream clinging to his words

Her emptiness feeling had strangely vanished

Her days were filled with happy thoughts again

Knowing that they would be together again nightly in her dreams

She had finally found peace