Rik-ah-tick-ah

(For Mr Milton Greg who taught me this word to help me subdivide my high school field show music)

“Rik-ah-tick-ah” is a word that emotes

When subdividing, percussion notes.

It keeps me in time

And drum playing, sublime.

It makes an interesting word in quotes…

-aaa

I No Longer Dwell in Hell

Life with you was the purest hell

For the time with you I’d dwell

No longer trapped in your prison cell

I stopped buying the bullshit you’d sell

As I had rather disliked its smell

Free from the bounds of alimony as well

Much happier as you can tell

Beyond glad I broke your spell

Picked myself up from where I fell

Living my best life as all things gel…

-aaa

My Paradise, the Coast

Warm tendrils of air greet me

A salty smell in the air

Warm soft sand beckons

Chilly Pacific waters thunder aloud.

The sun burns away wispy clouds

As I walk towards the sea

The tide cramps my toes at first touch

Audible rises and falls of a beach crowd.

I adjust to cool water in seconds

My adrenaline takes over

I duck under a large wave

Hearing scarcely a single sound.

The coastal beauty sets my soul free

Feeling no objections…

-aaa

Breathing Lessons

Inhale… exhale…

You’re doing it now.

Inhale… exhale…

It’s relaxing and how.

Inhale… exhale…

Your day is done.

Inhale… exhale…

Now have some fun.

Inhale… exhale…

You got this all.

Inhale… exhale…

You’ll succeeded not fall.

Inhale… exhale…

The future is yours to choose.

Inhale… exhale…

You will have it all win or lose.

Inhale… exhale…

Just take a deep breath.

Inhale… exhale…

Stop worrying about death.

Inhale… exhale…

Don’t think of a thing.

Inhale… exhale…

Just hear nothing and sing.

Inhale… exhale…

Let out some sighs.

Inhale… exhale…

relax, and close your eyes……

-AAA 06/24/2024

Poetry, My War

Every poem is a battle

Fiercely fought over:

Words, technique, and style

I wish it came easier.

But I have to claw and fight

For every word or phrase I write

Maybe I’m meant for other things

Like cooking fries and onion rings.

Writing shouldn’t be a war

It should be a lot of fun

Not second-guessing to, abhor

It shouldn’t be fought, it should be won…

-aaa

Moments Come and They Go

Flowers ebb in the breeze

The air is filled with motion

Clouds wisp by

I close my eyes.

So much beauty here

Lots of movement in the trees

Such a lovely afternoon

I suddenly realize.

I let out a gentle sigh

This moment won’t last

It unfortunately, must end

I feel, a small disappointment, rise.

Alas, time, we cannot freeze

No matter how hard we try…

-aaa

Life is Here, Now, so Live It!!

Life is here

Much to live

You’ve got time

Much to give.

Don’t think hard

Doesn’t work

Stressing self,

Muscles, jerk.

Just relax

And stretch out

No troubles,

You’re without.

Just listen

To a song

With its notes

Am I wrong?

All your tunes

Define you

Passions and,

What you do.

Feel the breeze

On your face

And its soft

Warm embrace.

Just let time

Fall away

Enjoy life

In this day.

Remember,

It’s so short

And precious

I report.

Living, now

Is the best

Take your time

Pass the test.

No regrets

Only ease

With grace and,

Inner peace…

-aaa

Sunday Morning Contemplations…

Lying down silently all by myself.

Contemplating what my Sunday will bring.

Maybe, I’ll play games that are on my shelf.

Living alone can have a longing sting.

Sometimes sitting still, not doing a thing.

Anxious, I await, a telephone’s song.

Hoping the delay won’t be very long.

Relaxation is tough, with Monday near.

In the very least, I’m where I belong.

With a bright future that is crystal clear…

-aaa

Narc 101

Why are you doing this to me?

Just stop it and set my heart free.

You’re being so cruel.

Played me for a fool.

That’s your rule.

To a “t”.

-aaa

Brushfire’s Hellfire

Flames lick and engulf all around them.

Consuming all, as every object is, fuel.

Lifetimes of riches saved, stored, and destroyed in an instant.

Huge write, black gray tendrils rise in every direction from the commotion.

Smoke choked ash falls, as a rainfall of death.

All covered, ghostly-white grays and blacks.

Smells of smoke dirt and all the melted.

Lungs hurt and strain, with stinging and coughing.

Eyes burn and tear up in a foggy haze of the charred aftermath.

Many of the bravest humans, rush toward and into the flames to save all they can.

Brief victories aren’t celebrated huge losses mount up.

How long will this hell last when will the fire’s hearty appetite be satisfied???

One house more? One more teddy bear erased?

Many people suffer the grief of egregious loss and its endless misery.

The evil of hopelessness tries to set in.

Waiting among all evacuated, pondering and praying over losing everything.

The hopeful wish, with their might, for a pouring rain to douse all of the hellfire…

Surpassing Fear and Ugly Doubt

Just below the spectrum of sound

There’s an ugliness, free, abound.

Through description isn’t needed

All my advice should be heeded.

Ugliness, doesn’t speak it only feels

Pain and hurt that are all too real.

Drowning rain on your sunny days

Crippling insecurities, all allayed.

Sad thoughts bad thoughts come to mind

Leaving in each of us, a hurtful bind.

Negative energy is where we’re at

“Too thin” “ Too redundant” or “Too fat”.

Fight those dark thoughts, as best you can

Know we’re meant for better, is our plan.

Pour salt water onto the seeds of doubt

A happy life is where it’s about.

Take many chances, venture far from home

Endless miles from your comfort zone.

Where growth and peace appear

And no longer living life In fear.

As you pass each and every test

You come out the other side, as your best…

-aaa

An Expressive Writer’s Lunes

Finding the words.

To express how I feel.

Isn’t always easy.

I craft carefully.

Choosing words that best fit.

What I’m conveying.

Sometimes I struggle.

Racking my brain choosing them.

Must choose wisely.

If I don’t

Then each of my writings.

Will be redundant.

I’ll lose subscribers.

And quickly, just fade away.

Into all obscurity…