Sunday, January 15, 2017

Let's take the weekend...

grab it by its scruffy neck
and show it who's boss.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

That time of day...

...dusk, when things start to settle down, coffee starts to perk up, and life doesn't seem half bad.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Lessons Learned

To be perfectly honest with you, I was texting and driving. I know, it’s a stupid thing to do, but I just couldn’t help myself.

The wife? Sure, she was in the passenger’s seat, reading a post or answering a text, but she wasn’t watching. So I slipped my phone out of my pocket, held it below the steering wheel, and didn’t see the road sign until it was too late.

“Beware: Loose Gravity.”

I’m really not a bad driver. I usually keep my eyes on the road, keep my distance from the car in front of me, slow down when it’s raining; but I felt my phone vibrate and couldn’t stand the thought of not knowing who it was or what they wanted me to know right that very instant.

It could’ve been my mother, texting me to say she’d fallen down again, but paramedics were on the way, “so don’t you worry your heart about me at all. I know you’re busy.”

It could’ve been one of my kids sending me a message about needing money to pay the rent, or, “Dad, I’m in jail, but I didn’t do it this time. Can you make bail?”

I just had to know.

Luckily, I was going full speed when I hit the loose gravity. We fishtailed a bit, but because of our momentum, we were only lifted off the pavement about two meters. We slammed down hard on the other side, though. The air bags popped on us, the car broke an axel, and my wife started screaming bloody murder wondering what’d just happened.

“You were texting, weren’t you? How could you? What would’ve happened to us if you’d been going slower and we actually got caught in all that loose gravity? Worse yet, what if you’d driven us smack into a black hole? You know how bad these roads are. Did you even think about that?”

Like I said, it was a stupid thing for me to do, but I’ve learned a valuable lesson: Never text and drive while my wife is in the car.


Sunday, January 8, 2017

Poetry bits and bobs

It's nice to sleep in and pull up the covers,
whether you're single or long-time lovers.

*  *  *

Dallas calls,
like New York,
but with an accent I'm more accustomed to.

*  *  *

The cat
     comes
            in
              with the
                     fog...
creeps quietly
         through
                the
                     room...

and barfs all over the floor.

*  *  *

One of these days,
Monday won't come 'round here no more,
but for now,
we're sitting at the table,
drinking coffee,
making plans.

*  *  *

THE END

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Thursday, January 5, 2017

It's my birthday!

I'm 55.

I was born in a snow storm.

I rode a train to Minnesota when I was 5, and GI Joe was in my nightmare.

I broke an arm once.

I learned to play trombone when I was in 7th grade.

I went to college.

I got married in 1985

I became a music teacher.

I joined the Air Force in 1986.

We live in England for three years.

I got out of the Air Force in 1991.

I had (well, WE had) three children.

I went back to teaching music.

I'm a damn good bus driver.

I've had three bus driving wrecks (they weren't my fault, I swear)

Sometimes I draw stuff.

Sometimes I write poetry.

Sometimes I write songs.

Sometimes I write short stories.

Sometimes I take photographs. With a real camera. Not a cheesy cellphone.

I learned how to cook.

I can speak a little Spanish.

I rode a motorcycle 19,000 miles across America in 2015 and lost a lot of weight.

I gained it all back.

I hardly do anything these days except sit, drink and get depressed over what I think are bad things that are happening in this world.

I can play the ukulele, the vehuela, a bit of violin, parts of two songs on the piano, some guitar, and the penny whistle.

I really like playing my penny whistle.

But I recently lost my penny whistle.

I have two banjos. I can play one of them.

I would really like to ride my motorcycle around the world, pilot a boat around The Great American Loop, hike the Pacific Crest, Continental Divide and Appalachian Trails, and learn how to play the bagpipes.

One day, when I have time to devote my energies to a dog, I'd like to have a dog.

I probably have 25 more years to live.

I guess I better get with it.

Adios

Sunday, January 1, 2017

My 2016 Haiku

Starting with the first haiku I wrote this year, and ending with the last one. Happy New Haiku Year!

I saw the Blackstar
dance in the sky through your eyes,
changing everything.

*  *  *

If roses were brown
and sugar was peppery,
love would still prevail.

*  *  *

No shenanigans
today or tomfoolery,
if you please. Thank you.

*  *  *

Sunday birds singing
David Bowie’s greatest hits,
or so I presume.

*  *  *

Twitter poetry
is a cheeseburger with fries
and a diet Coke.

*  *  *

Grandma’s patchwork quilt
of old days long remembered
one stitch out of time.

*  *  *

That damn cat wants out
and in again on demand,
like I’m her hired hand.

*  *  *

Cats will not be trained.
They make cat whisperers cry
for even trying.

*  *  *

There’s a good reason
it's called Tornado Alley
and not Sprinkle Lane.

*  *  *

In out in out in
out again. What? Now back in?
The fickle feline.

*  *  *

Sunday afternoon
Michelle, ma belle, on vinyl
kinda lazy day.

*  *  *

Long day ‘bout over
‘cept for the owl on sentry
asking hard questions.

*  *  *

You can smell the rain.
At least that’s what they tell me.
My nose is stopped up.

*  *  *

Monday ain’t no worse
than a ne’e-do-well Thursday.
It just seems like it.

*  *  *

A warm summer rain
taps on my roof like Sammy
doing Bojangles.

*  *  *

That old chesnut, love,
should be shared with everyone,
not just our neighbors.

*  *  *

Dig the blue mohawk
coloring the River Walk
in old San Antone.

*  *  *

Monday walk about
the yard thinking to mow but
not now, tomorrow.

*  *  *

She stood there for us,
resolute in her beliefs
and kicked their asses.

*  *  *

It’s been a good day
and it’s not even lunchtime.
Hard work is the key.

*  *  *

Sunday is a day
of restaurant deciding;
Thai or fried chicken?

*  *  *

I don’t think my verse
can save me like I’m hopin’.
But no use mopin’.

*  *  *

Good morning Monday.
Since we’re going the same way,
can I hitch a ride?

*  *  *

Sunday afternoon
guilt of way too much reading,
not enough yard work.

*  *  *

I have a poem
tree blooming from my top shelf.
It reveals the world.

*  *  *

He was a good cat
that didn’t give a rat’s ass
a chance to relax.

*  *  *

Can’t miss the sunrise,
the sweetest part of the day.
Gus and his biscuits.

*  *  *

Outside, an old owl.
I have no answers for him,
but he keeps asking.

*  *  *

It don’t come easy:
the good stuff, rewards, self-worth.
Only through hard work.

*  *  *

That shower was nice
but the ground sucked it up dry
as a martini.

*  *  *

Sunday-morning news:
Walmart Sells Deep Fried Twinkies.
Unhealthy? So what?

*  *  *

Tuesday, what a lark;
rise, shine, work, love, show kindness,
forge a better world.

*  *  *

Headline News: A smile;
Next up in sports: Simone Biles;
Weather: Sunny, mild.

*  *  *

The Queen of England
is made of cosmic star stuff
just like you and me.

*  *  *

The place seems empty
now that she’s no longer here
to say good morning.

*  *  *

Coffee, porch, sunlit
trees, cool breeze and mockingbird
impersonations.

*  *  *

Stick with haiku, son.
That simple 5-7-5
suits your intellect.

*  *  *

Last summer rainstorm,
oh how I love the way you
keep me from mowing.

*  *  *

Autumn always sneaks
in through Summer’s back screen door
just to sit a spell.

*  *  *

Gracious how the week
progresses to Saturday
and gives me a lift.

*  *  *

A frog in the pond /croaked, croaked, croaked, croaked, croaked all night long / just because, I guess.

*  *  *

San Antonio
Saturday street ArtPace-ing
haiku in the wild.

*  *  *

Back home on the cool
porch breezes and hot coffee
cup between my hands.

*  *  *

Lazy-day cookin’
red beans and cornbread lookin’
like my kind of grub.

*  *  *

It’s anybody’s
guess who’s coming to dinner,
but we always share.

*  *  *

Another debate?
Weren’t the first two more than clear?
Never Trump! Never!

*  *  *

Watching meteors
shower over my homestead.
Streak, flash, and then gone.

*  *  *

Cool Texas morning.
Hot Columbian coffee.
All is well, for now.

*  *  *

In case you missed it,
I used ICYMI
in a tweet today.

*  *  *

Wednesday haiku night.
Smoke-filled room, beer, pen, paper.
Just me and the boys.

*  *  *

Circus still in town.
Scary clown won’t go away.
Damn the elephants.

*  *  *

An extra hour?
I’ll use mine out on the porch,
just being quiet.

*  *  *

Just another day
to plot how we’ll change the world
for the good of all.

*  *  *

Out of many, one
nation of all the people
we must overcome.

*  *  *

The old clock is tick
tocking, mocking all this time
we think is owed us.

*  *  *

Saturday night life
around the kitchen table:
talk, laugh, friends, food, love.

*  *  *

Today’s grand exploit?
I went out to get the mail.
It was only junk.

*  *  *

I don’t mind the rain
as long as it knows its place:
Out. Not leaking in.

*  *  *

I'd rather be home,
but the trail don't go that way.
Someday, yes. Someday.

*  *  * 

THE END