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Christmas once again is near
and I don’t need too much this year,
which may come as a BIG surprise to you.
What do I want? Okay, here’s a clue:

Dear Santa, if you have some gifts to spare,
provided that you truly, truly care,
I ask you, don’t be stingy like my spouse;
I want things that look nice in front the house.

A red convertible would look so hot,
with a chauffeur (she may wear a top--or not);
A toupee I want, reversible for sun or rain,
just something to protect my ailing brain,


Low age in some families
so no one will live much longer
than father did

This is abs nonsense
in some families
father died at 53
son lived a bit more
to 59

in many cases
I have seen
pop went at 70
sons daughters last born
crossed passed 83
so where lies your foolish

In another case
suicide ran in families
tales only
some did self kill
others were murdered
then to fear instill

what of genes

My love is like a flower

What enchantment lies
In the awakening of a flower!
Laughter or tears
It all throbs with love!
The whole meadow
Is carpeted with colour
And my heart beats
Like a trapped butterfly!

Vincent's Opera

He was considered a weirdo
He had lots to say
Yet nobody really listened
A genius mind
He created landscapes
And starry skies
On his canvas
From the finest meadows
I remember
His cry for help
A painting of himself
A bandage, his ears were no longer a pair.

Just follow the wind

Just follow the wind
where all does it go
as at my death
I too will begin to glow

doc be assured
I'll take my hearing aids
so that I can still
hear your stories well made

glasses I'll very much need

else the morning sun's glare
I won't be able to stare

your sweet face so clean
will be indelibly implanted
on my mind's virtual screen

doc hold on
just tell me
where you will be seen
around heavens


Christmas time again
The lights will soon be sparkling
Season that spreads love

Feast for all to share
Turkey stuffing and mulled wine
Gravy and laughter

Happy thanksgiving
To all my dear friend’s world wide
May your hearts feel joy.

Siena Sunshine

Beyond the center of Siena
That sits upon a hill
Where the piazza filled with pigeons
And people enjoying the views

I found myself
Consumed with joy
Winter’s sunshine
Caressing my soul
Montepulciano, was the place
Panoramic views, seen for miles and miles

A small piece of magic,
That sits beyond Siena’s wall
A freeze frame moment was captured
The sun was falling fast
Colors that you’ve only dreamed
They were there, filling the sky
Blues and pinks and landscape of sparkling greens

The Halloween Bug (November Contest)

Sometimes the wind blow
as troubles flow
The stress of everyday
lingers where my head lay

Outside on my patio
Underneath the big oak
I watch rays of the sunshine
sipping on black stellar wine

Butterflies flutter
Birds sing songs never stutter
the sound of a green and orange caterpillar
dropped from big oak, not too far

A halloween bug
With a black body
Has a orange smiley face
On it back looking at me

Weather Wizard’s Diary

Because he thinks he can, a blind man
climbs Mount Everest, challenges feats
of extraordinary men who had shamed
strong-winged birds accustomed to heights.

On that note, what prompts me
to disregard my cursed affliction,
discard my wife’s objection and climb a wobbly
ladder? Oh, I could tell you about my malady--
But not now, for I must venture onto the roof
and tag the wind--the shifty, shifting wind.


Try today
total torn tummy
treated terribly
tomatoes to try totally
tell to Tom
the trying totem


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