I wonder what women think of while staring at the ceiling

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I went to the dentist yesterday for a cleaning and checkup

always a nervous experience

will they find something wrong with my teeth

could it be a long and uncomfortable procedure

it was even scarier during Covid

having to wait outside in the car

being summoned by phone and shuffling in masked up

all the staff in spacesuits and helmets back then

they looked like aliens

but yesterday was a pleasant surprise

Covid restrictions were lifted so no masking for me

the staff we no longer in spacesuits 

my hygienist, Stacy came out to fetch me from the waiting area

it was nice to see her pretty face again

well most of it because she wore a surgical mask

she made me at ease and I was soon staring at the ceiling

she chatted away during the cleaning

I grunted back with my mouth full of dental tools and suction hoses

the chair was almost horizontal and my gaze fixed on the ceiling

something was not right

the drop ceiling had a panel open for lighting 

2 rows of fluorescent tubes behind a grill

they had been installed at a slight angle, not parallel to the ceiling tiles

it started to annoy me intensely, I could not stop staring at it

what kind of contractor would put in crooked lighting

in an office full of high tech Xray machines and expensive monitors

Stacy finished my cleaning and the dentist came in to examine me

everything looks fine he said, do you have any issues

just one I replied, those lights above are not installed properly

Stacy started to laugh, all my male patients point that out

then it hit me, this was no contractor error

dental psychologists ordered those wonky lights as a distraction

to keep your mind off thoughts of discomfort during procedures

it certainly worked for me so well done Mr dental psychologist 

but this now begs the question, why does it only bother the male patients

I wonder what women think of while staring at the ceiling

Be NOMINAL

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I set my alarm for 5.20am

Five minutes before the launch window

Of a rocket bound for the International Space Station

From the NASA Wallops facility

Forty miles south of my home

I fell asleep thinking about rockets

Dreaming about rockets

Waking up to the alarm thinking about rockets

Quickly dressing while listening to the live countdown

Stepping outside on the balcony at T minus 60 seconds

It was pitch black with low clouds

I knew where to look from previous launches

My eyes were glued to the dark horizon

As the flight director announced MAIN ENGINES START

My heart was racing

A bright white glow appeared on the horizon 

LIFT OFF!

Streaking skyward for a brief few seconds

Disappearing behind thick clouds

I lost visual contact but could hear the roar of the rocket engines

Listening to the live NASA feed on my phone

Calm voices reading off the flight checklists

They kept saying things were NOMINAL

Within a few short minutes, the payload was in orbit

Somewhere over Australia

Always a thrill to witness a rocket launch

Such an amazing feat of engineering

My excitement was way beyond NOMINAL

I decided not to go back to bed

Opting for watching a very NOMINAL sunrise

While eating my NOMINAL breakfast

After writing a very NOMINAL poem

I started the countdown for the launch of my NOMINAL bicycle in a few hours

Going through the pre-ride checklists

Tire pressures NOMINAL

Lights function NOMINAL

Brake test NOMINAL

Gear change test NOMINAL

Water bottle top-up NOMINAL

We are GO for the bike ride at 8.45am Eastern time   

Owl Chatter

It was a very dark evening

low clouds hugging the ground

soaking everything

damping down all noise

no traffic on the street

everybody was hunkered down for the night

the silence was almost total

stepping outside to put the trash out

my footsteps were deafening

something compelled me to remain outside a moment longer

suddenly an owl hooted

hoohoo hooooooo

another owl hooted back

hooooo hoo hoo ho

long and short hoots in bursts

morse code of the night forrest

potential prey staying silent

not wanting to attract attention

leaving the owls center stage

no moonlight or twinkling stars above

eternal blackness and cold damp silence 

a perfect night for long range nocturnal raptor chatter

back inside the TV was blaring

imported artificial noise felt lame

turning off the TV and all the lights

listening intensely in the dark silence 

a faint hoot beckoned me to open a window

owl banter flooded the room

hoooo hoo hoo hoooo hoo

more entertaining than a Netflix script

but I wondered what they were saying

staring at the TV remote

fantasizing there might be an owl subtitles button

they kept hooting all night

hooooooo hoohoo hoo hoo

Listen Great Horned Owls here!

Somebody cares

drunken stumbling

incoherent mumbling

front door

trying more

key stabbing

handle grabbing

key engages

final stages

opening door

greet floor

sleeping sound

memory rewound

cold awakening

body shaking

ascending stairs

nobody cares

into bed

throbbing head

midday rising

nothing surprising

searching fridge

leftover smidge

beer calling

resistance falling

beer consumed

afternoon doomed

staggering slouch

creaking couch

TV flickers

downing liquors

darkness falls

phone calls

rambling voicemails

disjointed emails

somebody cares

intervention declares

rehab clinic

no picnic

long recovery

new discovery

sober living

self forgiving

Frederick life

Sunday morning

Downtown Frederick

Fall colors

Leafy streets

Cool air

No wind

People walking

Mostly couples

All ages

Young couples

Exercise freaks

Bouncing along

Red lights

Stationary jogging

Cloudy skies

Older couple

Gentle stroll

Warm clothes

Holding hands

No agenda

Treasuring time

Light traffic

Church goers

Mass time

Sunday best

Purposeful striding

Quiet streets

Homeless guy

Pushing cart

From shelter

To nowhere

Sad eyes

Tires screech

Pedestrian freezes

No impact

Panic over

Life resumes

Young woman

Smartly dressed

Clutching Starbucks

Steaming coffee

Caffeine hit

Cyclist arrives

Corner waiting

Lycra clad

Friends join

Bike ride 

leaves falling

Frederick life

Sunday Morning

wife unloads

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sun bright

holding tight

driving fast

cars passed

wife complaining

insults raining

tight bend

steering mend

tires screeching

arm reaching

lost control

car roll

upside down

stupid clown

gasoline smell

panicking hell

clambering out

frantic shout

wife trapped

desperate extract

safely removed

dazed bruised

fire engulfs

swapping insults

intense flame

blaming game

car explodes

wife unloads

relationship ending

divorce impending

Captivated in the sea of poetry

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floating in the sea of indifference

swimming in the sea of praises

drowning in the sea of anarchy

freezing in the sea of icebergs

pummeled in the sea of rage

grieving in the sea of sadness

crying in the sea of grief

rejoicing in the sea of success

perplexed in the sea of mystery

painting in the sea of oils

climbing in the sea of mountains

suffocating in the sea of vacuum

cautious in the sea of villains

roasting in the sea of fire

soaring in the sea of thermals

anxious in the sea of worries

spellbound in the sea of love

 relaxing in the sea of friends 

invisible in the sea of darkness

digesting in the sea of food

basking in the sea of sunshine

investing in the sea of hedge funds

running in the sea of treadmills

denying in the sea of accusations

writing in the sea of words

resisting in the sea of pressure

resting in the sea of tranquility

binge-drinking in the sea of alcoholics

grilling in the sea of BBQs

sculpting in the sea of clay

shining in the sea of light

listening in the sea of music

knitting in the sea of wool

burping in the sea of indigestion

thinking in the sea of ideas

playing in the sea of sport

caressing in the sea of passion

yawning in the sea of boredom

blossoming in the sea of flowers

hydrating in the sea of hangovers

walking in the sea of trails

mesmerized in the sea of magic

captivated in the sea of poetry

always losing stuff

when its time to leave the house

I start looking for my phone

but its nowhere to be seen

I think it hides from me

I always put my car keys in a drawer

but when I am really late

they mysteriously disappear 

often found hiding in a jacket pocket

I wear glasses to read

but dare not take them off

because whenever I do

they run away and hide from me

sunglasses disappear without trace

I must have bought hundreds 

do they just grow wings and fly

I once found 7 pairs under my drivers seat 

I used to have a nice blue linen shirt

but its nowhere to be found

maybe I left it in an hotel

or at a forgotten dry cleaners

when I get an important letter

I put it somewhere safe

then much later when I desperately need it

I can’t remember where I put it

the TV remote lives on the coffee table

whenever its time to watch the game 

the little bugger has gone walkabout

It usually hides under the couch

When I get ideas for a poem

I write them down straight away

I wrote a great poem about losing  stuff

but I can’t find it now……………

from dance to romance

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I remember so well our first dance

That led to our steamy romance

It started with a mundane conversation

Your voice gave me a strange sensation

Your words were dancing in my ear

Your intentions became ever so clear

I led you to the crowded dance floor

A place you had been many times before

The rhythmic squeezing of your hand

Totally in tune with the band

Your feet were smoothly gliding

Your inhibitions no longer hiding

Our bodies twisting and turning

My heart beat out the yearning

The evening flew by ever so fast

I wanted it to forever last

Then came the last slow number

Your head on my shoulder in a mock slumber

Your breath felt like fire on my neck

Your lips planted a discernible surrendering peck

My grip on your waist went tighter

We both knew this would be an all-nighter

Change of direction for Cheeky Monkey Poetry

Cheeky Monkey Poetry started publishing daily poems on May 31, 2021

Since then I have posted 500 pieces of poetry and short stories

This represents one piece of writing per day for almost 500 days

Going forward, I plan to post less frequently but hopefully maintain the same level of creative writing

Please take some time to browse through the archives

We plan to redesign the website so that archived poems are easier to access

Thank you for all your support and feedback

Stay Cheeky!