Night rain
Frogs
Croaking
Two owls snuggle trying to stay dry.
I’m under awning eating bowl of steamed vegetables and rice.
Soon
Mosquitoes
Bite
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Night rain
Frogs
Croaking
Two owls snuggle trying to stay dry.
I’m under awning eating bowl of steamed vegetables and rice.
Soon
Mosquitoes
Bite
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Large clump bananas
Hang from back porch wood beam
Snacks while working garden
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Dry season
Begins
Termites
Stop
Eating
Shack
Fire ants
on
Warpath
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Lone
Caterpillar
Crawling
On
Black bamboo culm
Soon
Will
Fly
Displaying
Colorful
Extrovert
Personality
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Daybreak
Doves dart from ancient gigantic ficus tree.
Today
Unlucky one dies because no match for the falcon’s speed.
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Midnight
Sitting
on a Mexican blanket
drinking cocoa and coffee
watching
the waves
crash against the rocks.
Thinking about how
plummeting
into the depths of failure,
surviving,
regrouping,
and charging back,
is more beneficial
than
always
winning.
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Strong wind
Light rain
Coconuts fall on metal tool shed with a bang
Hanging gong continues to clang
Wind chimes dance and shriek
Waterbed starting to leak
Impossible to sleep
Tide Rolls out
Leaving behind seaweed clinging to the rocks
Exposed to hot sun
Dependent
On the ocean
For life to carry on
Yogurt
Topped
With blueberries and honey
Three-way organic concoction
Cools down my tummy
The old gambler
Lived in a small pool cabana
At a rundown motel
On Miami Beach
One evening
We drank several beers
Eat his homemade potato salad and kielbasa on the grill
When it was time for me to leave
Never again would we meet
The old gambler said:
“Save some of your coins so you do not end up broke like me”
I live in the backroom
Rent is cheap
Easy to sleep
Morning trips to the big-box store
Purchase
Extra-large frozen pizza
Two liter plastic bottle of soda pop
No longer bang the drum
Spirit gone
I pulled out a twenty
Retail clerk said
“Sorry sir
We no longer accept paper money
Pay only with your phone
All purchases must be known
The Watchful Satan
Is always with us
So we are never alone”
Pot of lamb stew
Bottle of Malbec
Greek peperoncini
Warm rye bread
Soon
Bellyful
Ready for bed
Five days heavy rain
No beach, but roof does not leak
Glad shack on high ground
Afternoon rainstorm
Lost all of my energy
Maybe take a nap
Small white bird
Five meters above whitecaps
Floating
Eyeballing
Then
Instinctively
Torpedoes into ocean
Catching prize
Spraying glass cleaner
Wiping with a soft cloth
Mirror
Of
My
Mind
Spotless
Dark clouds everywhere
Strong wind blows them away
Only 10 a.m.
Hot sun fills the stage
Perfect beach day
Silky
First light
A snake
Lounging
On a stepping stone
Catching some rays
Squirrels
Practicing
Acrobatics
In the coconut trees
Birds
Stop
At the feeders
For a quick breakfast
Frustrated
Cat
Needs playmate
On the steps of Krak Des Chevaliers
Walking with a cane
Hauling her oxygen tank
The old lady said
“Travel while you’re young”
Many balls in air
Busy
Not going anywhere
Purchased
New sneakers
I go round and round the track.
Faster
Faster
Faster
Wind is blowing on my back.
What is it all for?
I cannot think straight.
Change needed
Before too late
We are slowly moving along.
I’m whistling and singing songs.
The early morning ocean is calm.
Dolphins swim by to take a look.
First mate is down below reading her book.
No need for a life of luxury.
This small old sailboat is enough for my woman and me.
She is an enigma who moves effortlessly in the dark.
Far Away
From Curious eyes
Studied
The art of disguise
Always
In control
Of her mystery life
I was hurt
To gain advantage
You came running to give me a bandage.
I turned around
You sneaked inside without making a sound.
Filling your pockets
With valuables found
Our eyes met and at that time
I was unaware of the crime.
Some folks do not like changes.
Break the entire organization apart.
Resetting emotional equilibrium is the hard part.
It is time to do some spring cleaning.
Everything is covered with cobwebs and dust.
Chip away crust
Testing
One
Two
Three
Four
Shake up the beans
Rip the seams
Experimentation galore
Grab a broom
Sweep out the store.
Innovation is never a bore.
You offer me a chalice containing truth.
Drinking
The cloudy solution
I now see all of life’s illusions.
Listening
I hear the lies.
My mind is clear.
However
The deception makes me cry.
Saigon
Restaurant
Eating
Extra large bowl of pho
Looking
Out the front glass window
I see a lady
With a hand out
Holding her child
Staring at me
Outdoor bar
Copacabana Beach
Rio de Janeirio
Two ladies
Sitting next to me
Discussing
My old torn flip flops
They say
“Very poor gringo
Not a good catch”
I interrupt and say
“I have come to Rio many times
I’m married
To a Carioca
Her advice
Is to dress down
So I do not get robbed
Always works”
One of the ladies then says
“Your wife is very smart
Dressed like a poor gringo
Also keeps Rio women away”
Lost in a desert paradise
Drinking Australian wine
Snuggling together
In our pharaoh sized bed
Covered with soft Egyptian cotton sheets
We spent the night
Engulfed in ancient history
Holes side of roof
Mama Opossum and babies
Live inside rent-free
Surf carving away rocks
Sun resting for the day
Alone on the beach
Time to leave
Folding towel
Walking away
No more negative thoughts
Snip Snip
Snip Snip Snip
The barber
His shop
Located on a luxury avenue
Some wealthy patrons
Would discuss a stock or two
No ordinary conversation mind you
Just juicy
Trading knowledge
He was privy too
Blue Chips
Small Caps
Bull Markets
Bear Markets
Decades gone by
Never married
Diligently
Investing every extra cent
Watching his portfolio
Climb up to the sky
One day
The barber died
Accumulating a sizable estate
No family
No close friends
No one knew
No one to give the money too
Snip Snip
Snip Snip Snip
The father
Told his young son
“Here is a box of fresh picked grapefruit
Haul the fruit in your wagon
Go door to door
Keep going until all sold”
The boy
Did as he was told
Spending a few hours
Going house to house
Until all the grapefruit were gone
The father
Did not tell his son
That he priced the citrus so cheap
Many people would buy the fruit
Lessons learned:
Craps was the game he played
Once a month
Took a round trip flight
Lauderdale to Nassau
Carried his cash in an old bag
Stood most of the night
At the table
Sometimes won
Sometimes lost
His demeanor
Always stable
Just a way to unwind
The game
Cleared his mind
Sweet corn on the cob
Boiled
Topped with butter and salt
Ice cold lemonade
Sitting under ficus tree
Lazy day
In the shade
Morning drizzle
Listening to Shakuhachi
Pruning bonsai trees
Snowshoes beef jerky
Don’t need lower 48
Free will solitude
Starting motorbike
Morning ride along A1A
Sea air soothes me
Winter cold snap
Honeybell oranges soon ripe
Gastronomic delight
Note to readers: Poem refers to Florida winter gardening. Just a bit of cold gives citrus a kick of extra sweetness.