Hats off to the wife
in an unusual way
she saves my life.

H-A-I-T-C-H T-W-O O-H

the most important vital substance
before one takes their final wink

allowing, enabling, and providing
all creatures great and small plus

all things wise and wonderful

require elements of style
found in a single molecule of water

(H2O) consists of three atoms in total

I (and the missus) currently own...
(or will once the Ally loan paid off)
a 2020 Hyundai Elantra - white,
no matter pennies
needed to be pinched,
and belt buckle cinched
(since we cut down on comestibles)
cause money weighing in wallet
suddenly became ultralight,
which automobile originally posted
on Conicelli Hyundai website
bought in 2021 despite
finances being tight
approximately after said car these
myopic eyes did sight
only preowned available vehicle

Rippling chords lift my inner state,
joyful notes linked to a soul,
whose mood is rightly blissful,
golden strands, beaches, azure skies,
urban zest, street life, town vim,
driven by that  guitar flourish

nascent, potent and reeappraisement
poetic tribute to black history month
which ought to be every twelve months

at the least...,

remember the night

     when I was in town

and at the hotel

     I did drop your name

and you sent a car

     and whisked me away

the party you threw

     with all of your friends

it went on all night

     and into the dawn

do you remember the night

     when I was in town

Writing is a vivid landscape passion for me,

As promised to beloved readers of mine
herewith follows a poem heralding spring.

 

Already noticeably marked

increase in daylight

yours truly courtesy affected

qua heliotropic phenomenon

finds me noggin gently being tugged

upward and westward ho toward sun

after dark mine talking head

YET STILL IT SPEAKS

I thought I had forgotten that verse I wrote
Many years ago, a different place and time
But I can hear the words in that crumpled note

I say verse, and yet the words never did rhyme
If only I could banish it from my brain
Yet any permanent loss would be a crime

No famous poem,  no place among antiques
The words are really old now, yet still it speaks
Yet if shared I fear the havoc that it wreaks

I can’t describe the target listener it seeks
Just a few words from the heart, yet still it speaks