Weather 2

 They used to say in the good old days,

That weather is just a passing phase,

That it rains in autumn because it is sore,

 That summer is gone, it’s time to winter adore,

So adore we do, skiing and fun and joy,

Life is all about the seasons and changes, so enjoy,

If you don’t, it’s all gone for good, like the rain,

To be replaced by sunshine or snow, same yet unlike,

It’s all a cycle, what was will be or it’s a strike.

Pandemic

Pandemic has taken over our lives,
Most people I know –
Are stuck with their wives,
It isn’t easy to be locked inside,
Everyone left bumbling and cockeyed,
What will be the end of this calamity I wonder,
Will it be over before I go under?

Cataract

My optometrist got on my case,

I could no longer recognize my face,

Cataract surgery was the verdict then,

Replace my lenses so I can again use a pen,

Scribble write and draw like old times,

With little messages in between the lines,

So I did and I can now see and again create,

So many are impatient and cannot wait.

Xxx

Who Wrote

Who wrote,

 “I cannot see, I cannot pee”

Can’t chew, can’t screw?

Who was it please? Who?

Who said memory’s gone,

Cannot remember when was born,

Eyes are shut, ears are sealed,

Blood congealed,

So who said he couldn’t see or pee?

Today my friends,

The one who says it, is me..

xxx

Chestnut

 So now you have your hair-

 trimmed and short,

The days of platinum buttery peach-

 you decided to abort,

it’s new chestnut with all it’s might-

that shall crown your head day and night,

I just hope that such a change-

your wardrobe you don’t mean to rearrange…

xxx

Richest Man

I am the richest man in existence,

That intends on running the distance,

I got four children and their partners

 -my pride and joy,

So far seven grandchildren

-who joined our long convoy,

Four young ladies and three young men,

Who remind me what’s important again and again,

I am the wealthiest man in the nation,

I am blessed, what a celebration.

xxx

Reminisce

 I reminisce of days past,

As I grow older (too fast),

Of childhood hot summer days,

When the sun sets air ablaze,

Eucalyptus scent is in the air,

The wind gently caresses your hair,

Funny, a moment to remember,

On that special day in September,

Sixty years since (more or less),

From Eucalyptus scent,

 to COVID stress.

xxx

Eucalyptus

I must have been a child of three years or four,

Come to think of it, maybe a tad, just a little more,

At my grandparents place, an old and wrinkled home,

Standing all alone, among the eucalyptus trees –

Like a lone gnome,

Sleeping on the balcony, my mid-day habit,

My schlafstunde,

After two hours of sleep, I’m ready for my afternoon

Fiesta,

Wind carrying the scent of fresh eucalyptus oil –

Coming my way,

It’s the smell of heaven, with a glass of lemonade,

What a day,

 xxx

Isolation

We are in self inflicted isolation,

Sucking up air in need of ventilation,

We are frightened and scared out of our wits,

It’s Chinese, European, American, it’s the pits,

Locked up and told to wear gloves and a mask,

Staying home and alive is our only task,

So home we stay eating drinking and sleeping,

A couple more weeks and we’ll start screaming

xxx

Decameron

I remember in my youth reading Decameron,

The Boccaccio masterpiece of time long gone,

Nowadays, it seems we have a repeat, (dare I say),

Exposed to the plague without a good word or pray,

All I need to do now is find nine more story tellers,

Neighbours, residents or friends, same city dwellers,

Together we’ll spend the next few years telling a tale,

Sitting indoors, in our apartments, self imposed jail,

Maybe in seven hundred years our tale be told,

How in 2020 we almost came to the end of the world

xxx

Elaborated tastes

Things came unglued,
Not a scene from Hollywood,
Corona Virus, sitting tight,
Nights of anxiety and fright,
Since taste buds work no more,
As chemotherapy is stronger than before,
A bright idea comes to mind,
Idea that in mind has come refined,
Why not chemo be flavored? Perhaps Pepperoni?
Maybe mushrooms, black olives, even baloney?
Thus we bypass unpleasant metallic oral taste,
Maybe add a notch around my waist?
xxx

 

Hide and Seek

I played hide and seek a while back,

I was looking for a hole, a dent, a crack,

It has been a while, weeks, months, maybe years,

I have no idea, no clue, I am gone it appears,

I looked in the mirror but I have no reflection,

A vampire ? me? No way! Natural selection?

Away I am, seen by no-one, a ghost, a specter,

Can I be seen by the tax collector?

xxx

Cold Global Warming

A new winter is here, fresh and cold,

The globe is warming, so we have been told,

Does not feel that way, I must say,

When the thermometer shows minus 7 today,

Soon we’ll all be standing in water, to our knees,

Why does it have to be, that I need anti-freeze?

Can’t we at least wade in lukewarm water?

If we’re going to drown, make it in something hotter

xxx

Still Here

This week I celebrate my sixty sixth birthday,

My beard is all white, not a sign of blond or grey,

A while ago it was in doubt I’ll make it thus far,

But here I am still, with a new impressive long scar,

Life is good; I have a new grandchild as well, six in all,

I guess I’m lucky, because I never followed protocol,

I look forward to being around a while longer at least try,

No sir I’m not ready to say my good-bye,

xxx

Democracy

Long live democracy – best of all alternatives,

Regardless if NDP, Liberals or conservatives,

Out with the old, in with the new (or slightly used),

You are not completely sure, (Canadians are confused),

Yet I am in doubt the choices we have are cream of the crop,

We already know the Liberal choice was a total flop,

Well, come what may, in a month time we cast our votes,

Please use your head this time, enough a herd of goats,

xxx

Officially Off Chemo

That’s it; I am officially off chemo,
It was a daring bet, just like a casino,
Fortunately this bet worked against the odds,
Could it be intervention of the almighty gods?
So for the time being I shall stick around,
Although I am lighter by about forty pounds,
And if all works well, here I shall be for a while,
Time to put on a big and wide smile,

xxx

I miss reading

The biggest problem in growing old,

Is when your bad eyesight starts unfold,

I used to read a lot, was my favourite hobby,

Better than games and sports (even hockey),

I read a book a day for most of my life (so far),

In two languages (read and write) as most are,

Too bad when reading can be most beneficial,

We settle for radio and TV (very superficial),

xxx

Self-Inflicted

Saturday it’s mass shooting at a “Wal-Mart”,

On Wednesday it’s at a mall where lives will depart,

On Sunday “Target” a good place to start shooting,

Monday at a Marines center of recruiting,

It is called the Second Amendment of the constitution,

It’s the amendment that makes it OK for mass execution,

I think it is clear the USA is long gone, it has died,

Official statement is: death was self-inflicted suicide,

 

xxx

Oh President

Oh president, the president of the USA,

Changes his opinion never knows what to say,

He attacks then he doesn’t then he does, then…

He shall sign papers and wave with his fancy pen,

At the end of the day what we see is a balloon,

With a red behind, basically a silly baboon,

Oh president, oh president of the USA,

Please make up your mind and be gone, away,

xxx

Addicted to Chemo

I’m addicted to chemo; I need my daily fix,

Without it I feel like another hanging crucifix,

I need my IV and these four pills twice a day,

Followed by gallons of water and a pound of hay,

Then I hang on to sanity by sleeping away half a day,

Considering the alternative, chemo is child’s play,

So on I go now for 2 more cycles, to make half a year,

Can’t wait to sit on the balcony with a cigar and a beer,

xxx

Morbidity

I had grapefruit for breakfast and orange for lunch,

Accompanied by almonds, pistachios and walnuts to crunch,

A bit of triple cream brie and Stilton on an English muffin,

It was all that one needs, to be put in a fancy coffin,

A tall glass of pink champagne, followed by Espresso,

Two homemade biscotti made with that special dough,

What else does a man need when spring has sprang?

When the world around goes up in smoke and a big bang,

Wake me up when it’s all over the fake news and stupidity,

This world is obsessed with religious related morbidity,

xxx

 

Cheesecake

Only of himself did he have good words,
None for others, (all considered nerds),
His battles were won or lost only by him,
Bottom line, life looked very dim and grim,
Yet he did not mind, as he was on Facebook,
Instagram and LinkedIn too, a regular schnook,
As everyone knows, if online you have a profile,
You can be a philosopher, a CEO or a pedophile,
No one knows the truth everything is fake,
Even a cheesecake can made to look like a steak,
xxx

No Cheeks

On December 14 2018, I had the Whipple Procedure,
It means from the small intestine gone are a couple of meters,
Out went my gallbladder and 10% of my stomach too,
A third of my pancreas – and what was left –
Was put together and reconnected with stitches and glue,
Ampulla of Vater carcinoma was the ruling,
Aha, said I, I sure know how to pick them, no fooling,
So now, with a long scary scar I relearn to live again,
I asked my surgeon. – “can I buy green bananas?
start reading a long novel? Maybe a Mark Twain?”
I can start writing a book: “Losing 30 pounds in 3 weeks”,
Bottom line my bottom has no cheeks.
xxx

Pity

It seems in Canada if you are a kidnapper,

A rapist, a murderer, (all before supper),

You do not pay the price for your crime,

Let’s face it, society is lucky if they do any time,

Our crime rate has gone up; the city is the shit,

No accountability, our politicians will never admit,

Time for some serious change, we need a cleanup job,

Pity, I still remember when Toronto was top,

xxx

Developed Senses

She says she is happy she has it all,

Life is great and she is having a ball,

She eats and she drinks all is working well,

She can taste, and see, and hear even smell,

That unfortunately is not always good news,

Especially when her boyfriend takes off his shoes,

He although a nice man life with him is a breeze,

Certain parts of him smell like Limburger Cheese,

xxx