CHEERS

Get up at first light

Is that much easier in

Summertime.

Waking with nature

Venetian blinds not drawn

The poet’s spouse a child

Of daylight.

Sunshine on the canvas

Of a blue-lacquered sky.

The poet enjoys an

Active life

Enhanced by the intake

Of a solution

He prepared from salt

Himalayan salt crystals

His therapist recommended.

Well then.

Here’s two cheers to a

New life.

CHEERS.SREEHC

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PROST

When the body has been used

And pushed to its limits

Even grossly abused

You’ll need to stop

Bur anyway it’ll tell you:

‘I had enough!

Time for a holiday’.

You look for answers

On YouTube videos

Questioning lifestyles

Philosophies

And medical queries.

Clean your arteries

And all will fall into place.

Liquefied veggies will do it

At 79 the poet will try

Anything.

PROST.TSORP

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PIZZA

Since four years

My spouse and I have build-up

A good relationship with a local

Pizzeria

A the pizza maker is flat out

Working at twin ovens

Kneading the dough and tossing

The flattened sheet

Up into the hot humid air

As part of his great ritual.

E the luxuriant kitchen chef

Is well known for her fine soups

Pasta dishes

And her ‘al forno’ – cooking.

My spouse would walk a mile

For her dishes

If she would not be weakened

By a nasty nervous disease.

However

I don’t mind being a messenger

And wait patiently

Until the mad rush at the delivery

Prep.

It’s always great to talk to people

With a sense of humour

And a zest for living in these

Challenging times.

PIZZA.AZZIP

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Gentle

I forgot to take my towel

Along as required by the

Institute of physical medicine

But then the physiotherapist

From Georgia

Accommodates me with

Fetching a huge paper towel

Like used on examination beds.

I like to talk to her about

Whatever comes to my mind.

Her gentle hands massage

Life back into my leg

For a faster healing and recovery.

At times I move my head and

Look up

Gaze into her large dusky eyes

Revealing dedication for her

Mission to heal her patients

And not just to have a job.

The big eyed Georgian woman

With her gentle touches.

GENTLE.ELTNEG

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At Ease

While my friend 

The man with a religious calling

Plays the show of Armageddon

On his laptop

Relating natural catastrophes

Wars between countries

To the prophecies of the

‘Apocalypse of John’

The poet enjoys the first

Sunny day of summer

Where nature seems to be

Settled into a balance of its

Inert powers

At least here:

Near the Viennese Woods

Close to the Danube River

Enjoying a morning’s walk

Up the inclined Agnes Street

At his ease.

EASE.ESAE

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SWING

Swing into a Sunday morn‘

With Mozart’s Rondo a la Turk

With great panache and

Passionate intonation by

Yuja Wang

Sexy dresser

Mind Body & Soul in line.

Black coffee beans ground

Boiling hot water

French Press

Wonderfully aligned for art

The poet has turned to

Brubeck’s

Blue Rondo a la Turk

To enjoy his road to King Noro’s

Ice World

Queen Nora’s diamond tears.

There’s the ever recurring story

Of love and death

Greatest emotions in everybody’s

Life.

For now Swing.

SWING.GNIWS

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DREAMS

Just as the poet thought about          

Ringing Mr T

His own phone rang.

It was Mr T.

His voice still a bit crackled

Words slowed down somewhat

But yet with clearer diction.

He’s in no shape today to attend

To visitors. OK.

Still he’s astonished about the

Severity of his attack on his

Mind.

But he intends to pull through

His worst ordeal since years.

He’ll do it.

He’ll be up again in a few day’s

Time.

No doubt.

As always he’s adamant about it.

But this time some doubt taints

His determination.

Yet he still shows a great spirit.

Now then.

The poet is still in time for the

401 bus to Weidling station

Where he’ll shop for groceries

At a Spar-outlet.

His mind reflects on his

Dwindling cash resources.

Well then

It’s only salads today.

SALADS.SDALAS

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