The ultimate tribute to the artist
Campbells soup and Coca Cola for lunch
At the Andy Warhol museum in Pittsburgh
Tribute
Category: poetry
unwelcome guests in the garden
In the golden light of summer
A shimmering army emerges
Iridescent armor glinting on delicate leaves
like jewels scattered in the garden
Japanese beetles with their lustrous backs
Green and copper buttons dance between petals
A rustling whisper of wings
Ambassadors of the season
Yet unwelcome guests at the banquet of blooms.
They feast on our roses rapidly devouring petals,
Leaving skeletons of beauty
A carnival of excessive consumption
Their laughter echoing
In the soft sigh of the breeze
As they twirl and tumble
Oblivious to the gardener’s frown
In their short-lived revelry
They embody the fleeting reminder
Of the balance between life and decay
The damage to our roses is extensive
War has hereby been declared
We gathered repellent sprays and traps as ammunition
Let battle commence
toast with tea and angels
Sometimes the simple things in life are the best
Put a slice of fresh bread in the toaster
Spread some real butter on the hot toast
Devour it as the butter starts to melt
Its nowhere near as good when the bread is old
Burnt toast is a carbonized carcinogenic catastrophe
Fake butter cannot hold a candle to the genuine article
You can never melt butter on stone cold toast
The English are obsessed with making tea correctly
The ritual includes pre-warming the teapot
They brew it for the precise time before pouring
It tastes so much better in a nice china cup
Inexperienced tea makers can easily ruin their drink
Over brewed tea tastes stewed and bitter
Forget to strain the leaves and you will be drinking tea soup
Tepid tea tastes sickly and cannot be resurrected by reheating
With practice you can learn to make a perfect tea and toast combination
Bite into a crunchy slice of warm toast and taste that creamy butter
Then take a sip of hot tea and pause..repeat….pause…repeat
Now pour a cup of tea for the angel who just appeared beside you
My fridge is my best friend
I probably don’t give my fridge enough credit
He doesn’t just keep my food fresh
He is actually a true friend
Always there for me whatever my mood
I love the way my fridge greets me
He lights up every time I open his door
Reliable dependable and comforting
Thats the best kind of friend
My fridge is never judgmental
Never complains when my leftovers go bad
Never scorns me for eating too much
No roll of his eyes when I take a fourth beer
We hang out sometimes at three in the morning
A cold drink is my insomnia reward
He never complains that I woke him up early
We chat for a while then both go back to sleep
He does not talk to me at breakfast time
Knowing that I like quiet in the mornings
Silently handing me fruit and juices
He patiently waits for me to come alive
I wrench open his door at lunchtime
I am starving so whatcha got for me I yell
He offers me cooked meats and cheese for a sandwich
Asks me how my day is going as I wolf it down
He suggests steaks would be good for dinner
Guarding all my favorite sauces in his door
Offers me a cold beer to drink at the grill
Tells me to save room for a yummy cake he kept for me
When I entertain guests he is very discrete
Don’t serve that crappy white wine he whispers
They will love this fabulous goat cheese he says with a wink
My fridge is my best friend
Early Morning
its early
Very quiet
sunday morning
still air
calm waters
light ripples
rising sun
long shadows
birds singing
short walk
the marsh
observe it
then bond
with nature
breathe deep
be alone
listen intently
hear thoughts
contemplate it
hesitate more
Meditate again
Savor it
Before the
World wakes
Up today
I made tea
I made tea
Too hot to drink
I waited a while
Took a big sip
It was cold
Too cold to drink
I microwaved it
Took a big gulp
Burned my tongue
Threw it away
Drank cold water
But wanted tea
Made more tea
Too hot to drink
I waited a while
Then forgot about it
What shots do you take daily?
Danielle has type 2 diabetes
To keep her blood sugar level in a safe range
She must take insulin daily
She no longer has to prick her finger
No more manual blood sugar reading
No daily complicated insulation dose calculations
She now had a device on her arm to monitor her blood sugar
It connects to her phone and a smart insulin pen
automatically setting the exact dose she needs
Her phone alerts her when its time to take her insulin shot
She does not use social media at all
Her phone takes calls and texts
Leaving her alone for most of the day
She is happy, very active and healthy
Danielle has full control of her life
Emma is not diabetic
With no need to constantly monitor her health
Upon waking she takes a shot of Facebook
Over breakfast she takes shots of “X”
Thought the day she takes frequent shots of TikTok
Interspersed with shots of Instagram
She adds selfies to her Snapchat shots
Linkedin shots help her dream about a career change
Amazon online shopping is her retail therapy shot
Happy hour shots taken over dinner with her friends on WhatsApp
Climbing into bed clutching her smartphone
Multiple shots of Facebook before falling asleep
Dreaming about all the shots she took that day
She is envious of the other lives she sees on social media
Emma is not really happy and frequently gets depressed
Mostly because she’s not in control of her own life
Emma’s smartphone calls all the shots for her
Power washing
I live in a world of distractions
alarm clocks siren to wake me
smart phones always at hand
buzzing to signal an email
beeping at an incoming text
playing tunes for news alerts
streaming music to my headphones
ringing when a telephone call comes in for me
the TV flickers with Netflix moves
my laptop brings me live news on a screen
my car beeps to aid me park
flashes to warn me of passing vehicles
navigation voices tell me when to turn left
people I meet ask me questions
hardly ever ever any time for me to stop and think
I spent the entire day yesterday power washing the driveway
slowly moving a wand back and forth
watching the dirt wash away
the only noise was a high pressure pump
its constant tone was soothing
I turned off my cell phone
to spend a day off the grid
alone with my power washer
nobody came up to talk to me
it was a great time to think
to check in with myself
to give myself a brain dump
to layout all my problems
to mentally map out the solutions
and wash away all the clutter in my mind
by the end of the day
my driveway was sparkling clean
and my brain had been power washed too
Things are not always as they first seem
The day started with cloudy skies
Hugging the horizon
Blocking the imminent sunrise
They were dark devious depressing clouds
Where did all the nice clouds go today
Did the black clouds eat them all up
Are they hiding somewhere else
Why are only black clouds visiting me today
Are these black clouds carrying a hidden message
Why is everything so gloomy all of a sudden
I took a photograph to preserve as evidence
To share with others and warn them of the apocalypse
The image was even darker than the sky
I decided to alter the exposure
With a few clicks it got brighter
A few more clicks and the dark clouds became bright
And then it struck me
These clouds are not really that dark at all
They just appear that way in low light conditions
Your imagination does all the rest
The sun just came up
He is adjusting the exposure settings of the sky
The dark clouds magically became lighter
Things are not always as they first seem
Don’t swim drunk
travelling
drinking
vacationing
drinking
relaxing
drinking
swimming
drinking
floating
drinking
splashing
drinking
dreaming
drinking
sinking
fretting
drowning
coughing
gasping
crawling
spitting
laying
breathing
heaving
throbbing
regretting
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