C'est La Vie !

I could be depressed about 

This . . . 

Snipers are shooting 

Police 

In America! 

( wtf?)

My favorite Dr. doesn't take 

Medicare 

(Which I was so happy to get)

And I need that Dr. right now !

Near and far -

Breathe -

They say 

Deeply - and that will help -

Think about positive things 

Give thanks for what is 

Good 

Practice some meditation 

Don't just wait till retreats 

In beautiful places 

Dredge up some fortitude 

And dive deep 

Through the negativity

And the amazement 

At people who act 

The way they do 

I have decided that 

"Old age is not 

For sissies" 

And I'd better get 

Some 

Toughness up -

Some 

C'est la vie -

Some less belief -

In ego mind 

And body 

Late Night Poetry

Late night poetry 

Has a different 

     Quality 

Than those written 

     In 

Shining day light. 

There is more depth

     As in 

- deepest, darkest -

There is a line 

     That has been 

          Crossed 

One which says,

     I can do no more 

          Today

No more worrying 

No more thing -

     Off the list -

No more languishing 

     Projects

To 

     Half heartedly

          Begin

Just me -

     A quiet 

          Neighborhood

               (Hopefully)

And the 

     "Guilt"

Screaming something 

     About

How I promised

     To get to bed 

Early. 

          

          

9,999

9,999

Readers . . .

Who will be number 

10,000? 

Some prize should be given 

Some thank you note 

Received

But 

I doubt 

This program is programmed 

For such 

And I'm sure I 

     Wouldn't know how 

     To do it 

     Anyway 

But some thanks are 

In order for 

The wonderful readers 

Who have come 

To view

To read 

To see 

This internet of

All things 

May -

Help us all 

Get along 

And comprehend 

The quality

That the "common person"

Possesses

I think it is very important

Now

Especially 

Now 

Remember -

"What if they gave a war

And nobody came?"

What if we all saw

The sacredness 

     Of the planet 

And all things 

On it? 

What if "they" 

Couldn't lie to us and 

Manipulate us 

Anymore 

Because 

We started to 

Talk -

To each other? 

"They" might have to take their 

Toys of mass destruction 

And go home 

If there's nobody 

To push the button 

What then?

If we all know

Humility 

And peace 

What then ? 

Where is their power 

Then ?

Grasp the center 

Of the circle 

And hang on tight

Vertical Reality

Vertical Reality 

Finally I perfect 

At least a bit 

Of Tango 

For my own 

Finally something -

I can do

     And enjoy 

     -Immensely-

So how 

Do they know ?

They -

The powers 

     That be -

"Men make plans 

And the Gods laugh!"

Now when I'm feeling all 

Grand 

Like I could dance for those 

Gods 

And they might understand -

The angst, the yearning, the sheer -

     Heartbreaking futility 

     Of being human !

(Which is so elegantly expressed

In this dance)

Achilles strikes 

- at least 

  the heel -

Why 

And why 

Now?

Has this tendon chosen 

To betray 

Me 

Must I limp about 

Like some person who doesn't know 

The center 

     Of the dance? 

Like someone who goes 

Shopping 

And watches 

Movies 

And believes in the dream 

They've been sold 

And doesn't 

Know ?

This knowledge -

That the dance is eternal 

And contained within it 

Is all one needs to know -

Blast and darn it! 

I say! 

Achilles 

     Will have 

His way 

It's a Greek tragedy

      As  I sit here with 

My foot up 

Contemplating 

My

Tormented

Fate

I Opine

I opine 

Where is the millionaire 

Who was supposed to be there? 

The donation button is 

     Sadly languishing 

Cyber loneliness 

     Button refutation -

While the plaster is 

     Slowly falling 

Home repairs 

      Futilely calling 

Just one of you 

In this wandering world 

Certainly must see 

That such poetry !

Needs supporting 

     Like a good solid 

     Undergarment 

Not too tight 

But not sagging 

      Outright

And that the poet is 

     Getting older and 

Needs to stop climbing up

     On ladders 

Must needs go to lunch 

     With girlfriends 

And such 

All the blood, sweat, and 

     Tears 

I put into this 

     ( not much) 

One of you out there 

From aboard the yacht 

     Bored to death 

     (Maybe) 

Could just bother yourself 

     A bit 

To unleash a little

     largess

Upon 

Such as -

Me 

Grey

We have our weather 

Back !

Grey, grey, and 

     Grey all day

The last two years 

Have been a sun worshipper's 

Dream 

Very bright and sunny 

And hot, hot, hot 

This year, 

     So far, 

It is not 

I love it when the world 

And it's weather 

Give an excuse to do 

Nothing 

What-so-ever 

Where is there motivation with 

No sun all day 

But high coastal clouds 

That 

Won't 

     Go away ?

Meteorological research says 

That all who live here 

May go 

     Back to bed !

Neighbor Cats

Neighbor cats 

Are the very best cats 

They like my yard

With places to hide and 

Chairs to sit on 

And no dog 

Anymore 

There's the old black one 

With one eye 

-very well taken care of 

And brushed-

And the grey one 

That's younger and 

Thinner 

And won't even eat when I 

Try to feed him dinner

And now a new one 

Who likes to rub against me

And talk 

And get petted 

     and even lets me 

Pick it up 

     not sure about the boy 

     or girl of it 

Yet 

They come to visit 

And to snooze 

     

And I have 

All to gain 

And little to lose 

Someone else

Feeds them 

And worries 

 

Someone else pays 

     vet bills 

The black and grey one 

Spray

That's why they are outside

All day 

And maybe evenings 

Too 

I know the people parents 

Of two 

But not the 

New -

How funny to attach a note 

To its collar -

To its person to ask 

Who are you ?