Knocked down, but refusing to stay down. Crooked and gnarled stretches towards the sky. We seek the straight and easy path but the winding and turning makes life, life.
Take that turn and see the adventure, ha de Gött!
Today should be
birthday twenty three
but it was never meant to be
left in a heartbeat
we are left to meet
memories so bittersweet
To my son, ha de Gött!
winter walk
frosty puffs
long shadows cast
talk of life, walk of life
footprints in the snow
keep pace in the
cold northern wind
on the beach
in our hearts
is summer
Keep cool, be cool, dress warm. Ha de Gött!
Low tide uncover a whole new world, ha de Gött!
Pondering at the pond let the thoughts purl by a creek story snow white synapses bouncing in my skull a line of sense meandering stream across the land mindful deliberation crackles from the ice while the sun struggles to get over the tree line
Keep calm and contemplate, ha de Gött!
Locked in the loo wondering what to do have to admit situation is shit will this end well panicking smell do another squeeze climb the window please how could this be snapped lock'n'key becoming laughing stock janitor call to unlock discreetly with chill noisy chisel and drill curses to unblock that stubborn lock
Sometimes you’ll have to face your worst fear, ha de Gött!
Void what it means now I know in my heart a chamber unused mistakes you never make trips you never take songs you never write in my mind no synapses take that route a child so bright a father failed to protect thoughts circling orb keep me awake at night now I know what it means Void
Some boxes are best unopened, ha de Gött!
flying off like an old seagull blazed in a storm wind the old year disapears leaves nothing but memories of our ups and downs our crashing in the time's ever forward moving windshield left knocked down on the road should we stay down or rise like a bird Phoenix dust off, spread dishevelled wings turn to the winds and soar soar in the bright lights of the oncoming future
Hope 2023 will be a good year but, to quote a Nobel Prize winner, the answer my friend is blowing in the wind. Ha de Gött!
why was it
he invented dynamite
and then
in regret instigated a prize
for literature and peace
how could he forget
to name a prize
for Christmas present rhyme
Some things are just prize less, ha de Gött!
cringed rhyme on a package oversized shopping mall Santa ho, ho, hoo sleigh bells and jingles wailed to pieces White Christmas blasting from cracked speaker membrane frantic blipping red hot gold cards twinkling blank eyes, pulling arms perfect Disney tree in Hong Kong plastic coloured balls and flashing lights hurry hurry get some more you better buy for goodness sake keep those wheels turning get in that Christmas spirit
It’s a holiday, not a contest, ha de Gött Christmas.
UlleHaddock 