Poetry

This is not a classroom.

Real life means real problems.

Still, between budgeting

and appointments

little slips of paper are used.

Even office memos need notes.

I wonder what IRL means these days?

Eyes blurry

Light blinding

Feeling weary

TV grinding

News hurry

Heart yearning

Story’s journey

Anger burning

Great feeling

Sleep returning

Simple right.

No eating

or drinking

when at the computer.

What?

Oh the coffee?

Did not even notice it was in my hands when I sat down.

So automatically does it come with me.

Crackers are snacks.

Surely snacks are allowed.

Wait.

Is that a crumb stuck in the q key.

Sigh, alright.

No more food at the keyboard.

But I am keeping my coffee!

First step.

Walk to the door.

Second step.

Open the door.

Third step.

Walk through the door.

Four step. Optional.

Close the door behind you.

Right now

the first step is the hardest.

Waiting for the machine to stop.

What boat is this?

Coffee in hand step back.

Aroma’s waft gently nigh.

Accentuate the season of giving.

Strongly watch for a wild accent.

Twin peaked hilltops drift by

as the water cruises us into port.

Next will be a mountainous discovery

and only then will the world sigh in peace.

A pleasant way to wake up.

A very Merry Christmas

for those who celebrate it.

Hearing the Sirens of Police

running through the streets

on what is supposed to be a joyous day.

My heart goes out to those who must work this day

and for those who chose to work.

In these trying times

maybe someone will give solace to those in need.

I merely sip my coffee as I watch the cars race by.

It says it is Free.

Is that car park only for him?

He must have a big family.

Or a lot of cars?

Still, why should he get the whole thing to himself?

Other people need to have a place to park too!

Selfish Al Levent, I hope he opens it up to everyone

when the next game comes to the Coliseum.

It should be free for All Events!

Oh, wait.

Nevermind.

Not the flu

not the plague

or the current virus

merely an old fashioned cold.

One where

the nose plugs up

the throat gets dry

and sleep is your best friend.

Also throat lozenges.

Is it to late to issue an apology?

Will an “I am sorry” cut it?

No take backsies allowed.

Yet we hear them all the time.

Turn on the TV or streaming service

or whatever you use to watch things

and see the famous people utter

the most ridiculous things.

Then the day after like a bad hangover

we hear them say oops, my bad.

I do not even want to talk about the elected officials.

I said “Don’t get me started!”

Fine.

Here we go…..

The magpies are squawking.

The Raven is back.

My cat watches intently.

He wishes he could be outside.

Except the magpies don’t like him either.

So, instead he sits at the window and watches

as the magpies chase the Raven around.

I hope he is okay with this.

For now!