Prince Harry asks, How Do You Do?

Interesting modern life this. . .

Who may read these words?

     If on Facebook 

It is assumed 

Anyone reads thousands of

     Answers 

To an innocent 

     Query 

Buried somewhere there 

Is this. . .

The musings -

The Ramblings of 

A commoner 

In another country 

And one 

That 

Ran away 

At that!

Now mother always said 

We were related to 

Fancy-pants people 

And she collected china 

And read a lot 

- That must count 

For something 

But I can't imagine 

The pressures of 

Any type of royalty 

I really cannot handle 

What I've got to deal with 

Right now 

And I hate people telling me 

What to do 

No 

It would never do 

I maybe shouldn't have posted 

This answer 

To that 

Innocent 

Query 

Unity. . .

Feeling better 

Maybe I'll live 

For a little while 

     At least 

Able to attack a shrub with 

     Pruning shears 

But then -

I must rest  

Looking forward to a 

     Tango or two 

When I 

     Meet up 

     With you 

If I can just 

Tango and 

Trim 

I should be alright 

But already 

The bills are 

Coming in . . .

Getting sick in this 

     Country 

Is not advised -

It is a crazy place 

Where some seem to get 

Everything 

For free 

And others are robbed 

The middle class 

Is being beat-

With sticks 

Why 

Don't they want us 

To survive ?

Conspiracy theories 

Abound 

Just look around 

And try to explain 

Where our freedom 

Has gone 

???

Where the bright ideas 

That built this country 

Have gone ???

Multinational unity -

one world government -

Global industry 

Doing what it pleases

And 

Making slaves 

     Of us. 

??

Just don't rush -

I'm old enough to 

     Figure 

"I'll be dead by 

Then"

Angst

Life and death and 

     Doctors 

My therapist says 

I have a phobia 

Why does not having been to a 

Dr 

For fifteen years 

Constitute a phobia? 

Maybe it denotes 

     Common sense. 

They are 

The leading cause of 

     Death 

( I read somewhere)

So now I must 

     Go

All their tests and 

     Triangulations 

Will cost a pretty penny 

     I know 

If I live, 

I will be eating little 

     And spending less 

Not quite a bag lady 

     Yet 

( God bless them) 

They gave me pills 

For my nerves

For my fear -

Is there a pill for 

Other things ?

A pill for 

     The angst of life 

I have angst -

Always have had 

A longing for the time 

     Before -

A strong remembering 

     Of a better time -

Wondering where Krishna is 

     And Christ 

Why have we been left here 

To face 

The pins and needles 

Of life -

Alone? 

Why do we believe 

So strongly 

That we live and die 

In these flimsy bodies 

Why don't we know 

We are light

And therefore cannot be 

Cut 

Or folded or torn 

I know 

They are out to get me -

They are sharpening knives 

And swords 

As we speak 

So-

Where did I put 

Those pills they 

Gave me. 

Rotten Machine

Having just poured my heart out

On this stupid thing 

- another rotten machine! - 

I push the wrong button and 

All my heart-felt musings disappear 

Like dust 

It was a long tome

About how I'm feeling 

Now 

And what I've been going 

Through 

Instead of pushing save 

I mistakenly pushed 

Go away 

Go away forever 

Don't bother us 

No one will ever 

Know 

Wouldn't it be wonderful 

If that's all it took -

Just write it 

Just relight it 

And then push 

Disappear 

We could write about our 

Troubles

And make them 

Go away 

We could write about 

Our bills and our boyfriends 

And they would begin 

To behave 

Oh my 

Is there an app for that? 

The app for disposing of 

Problems and of pain. 

Is it free? 

It seems a little too

"Twilight Zone" to me -

Can you imagine what 

Rod Serling would have done 

With apps! 

And cell phones -

World wide webs -

And drones ?

Not to mention 

     Global warming 

Siri and 

Googles

And apples 

It begins to spin 

Out of control

Faster and 

Faster 

Let's see if I can save this 

Without blasting it 

Into a black hole!!!

Doctors

Six months to live 

- what if they tell me that - ?

Am I just being paranoid 

Or preparing . . . 

I have always wondered what's 

On the other side 

Is it a river Styx 

A mount Olympus 

Some pearly gates 

Or a burning place 

Does the soul 

Hang together 

Or dissipate 

     Into space 

An eternal sleep ?

An eternal nightmare ?

The bliss and the white light 

Of God ?

The latter would, of course, 

Be preferable 

If we have any choice 

Worth Watching

Aliens among us -

The Internet is 

     A wonderful thing 

Crop circles 

And messages 

- conspiracies 

I had no idea 

What 

Would come up 

Once the cable was 

Cut -

I do miss tv

And I'm sure it misses me 

I could channel surf 

     So well 

I had my standard pattern 

And many variations 

Default channels 

     To check 

And always up on 

     National news 

The numbers on the remote 

Were worn off

They call it a plug in drug 

And I said,

"So, that's a good thing, right?" 

But then the plumbing and 

The doctor's bills 

And a certain sense 

Of adventure - hit -

Without warning . . . 

Can I do this ? 

Can I live without ? 

There is no Star Trek 

There is no Dr Who 

What do I do 

If they come back on 

     Again? 

There are books and books 

Cluttering up 

Around here 

I could look in a book . . . 

I could contemplate 

The inner realms . . .

I could go visit a friend 

Who has 

Tv . . .

Are there any addiction programs 

For this -

Twelve steps 

Group therapy ?

There are times when 

One just 

Wants to forget

To be talked to and shown pictures 

Even if 

It's only old movies and 

     Car chases 

Why can't "they" manage 

     To be 

      "Creative" 

One can think of so many 

     Wonderful things 

That would be 

"Worth Watching"

Testing, Testing

Waiting. Waiting. 

Why does it take so much 

     Waiting. 

And now there's a child 

     In a stroller -

Why is there always 

     A child in a stroller 

     And why 

Do they always 

Sit by me ?

As I wait to 

Determine 

If I live or die 

And how much trouble 

     It will be. 

Tests 

In the old days 

Did not involve 

Blood 

Pencil and paper

In those days -

But I would still

Worry mightily 

At least 

There is no studying 

For this -

No late nights 

Of panic 

But yes. 

Late nights of fear 

Of a different variety

Life and death 

Draw

Closer together 

It is destined 

To be so 

It is written 

It is the way it is

One cannot fight 

     Progress!