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Six poems from JWG's MINISCULE PAST poetical memories mused by John Wm Garand

Wherein JWG shares some poems he wrote when he and René travelled from their home, Zwerglipatch, in Hauppauge, to The Canary Islands.

54. January 16, 2011

 As I place the final words in a book,

I begin another with more gusto.

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The fun is not planning what I do write.

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Like these musings, I don’t know what I’ll say.

 

I could say this, or I could say that, or,

Simply write: Today, the sun is shining.

 

With a bright spirit, I begin this day.

My sense of accomplishment is fulfilled.

 

Each time I poke around in the attic,

I find old items that are “new” again.

 

The day has come to rearrange my shelves

That lift my spirits and stir memory.

 

Little trinkets deserve an honored place.

They, too, have survived my Life’s turbulence.

 

Huckleberry Hound and my Pumpkin Man

Will have a place on my shelves forever.

 

 

55. January 17, 2011

 My bones are as exhausted as my mind.

In twenty-four hours, they’ll begin to rest.

 

I’ve had enough of getting ready.

Of course, I haven’t done all I wanted.

 

A lot can happen in a single day.

I’m sure I’ll have more time to finish some things.

 

There’s a pile on my desk of “things to do”.

Silly, important matters to address.

 

If I put a coin in my piggy bank

For each accomplishment, would I be rich?

 

Why must it all be reduced to money?

Have I succumbed to the greedy culture?

 

I am glad to say we have no worries

When it comes to our personal cash flow.

 

I don’t even worry about our health;

If I did, I would have no time to rest.

 

 

56. January 18, 2011

 On this rainy day, we fly to Madrid,

Stop, and then to The Canary Islands.

 

We hear that distant archipelago

Is “the best place that we’ll ever visit”.

 

Such words ignite the great expectations

We have dreamed about since we’ve bought tickets.

 

When I read of a strange, exotic place,

I dream of the opulence and drama.

 

Theatrics are good, in that they are fun.

Don’t you love watching People and playing?

 

True, I have no idea what we will see,

Nor, do I know what we will be doing.

 

Eating is never a priority;

It is an obvious necessity.

 

Must I also sleep to rejuvenate?

Now, that is a very silly question.

 

57. January 19, 2011 a.

 For the first time, on an airplane, I’m hot.

A jacket and blanket are not needed.

 

I do feel rested after a night’s sleep.

From the plane, I see the sun rising.

 

Other passengers begin to wake up.

René’s eyes are like a blinking stoplight.

 

A band of orange on the horizon

Enables me to see the clouds below.

 

I haven’t the foggiest where we are.

And, frankly, it doesn’t matter at all.

 

My croissant sandwich becomes a puppet —

A gaping Alligator wanting more.

 

Madrid, Spain’s, Airport’s ceilings undulate

And could easily make one a surfer.

 

I couldn’t understand Passport Control.

He said, “Canaree-eye-ards?” We giggled.

 

58. January 19, 2011 b.

 Airborne once again, well, almost, we sit

Patiently waiting on the runway for the trip.

 

As the engines rev, we begin to move.

Wee trees and bridges get masked by the clouds.

 

Small mountain peaks hold some Cumulus Clouds.

Fields are washed by Iberian Sunshine.

 

Napping enables me to energize.

I awake to see The Ocean’s shoreline.

 

Seeing the water empowers my zest

Of the feeling I am going back home.

 

Instant recognition begins to whelm

Even though I haven’t seen our new “home”.

 

Can naked ambition drive production

Of my daily writing and some reading?

 

Working holidays are most especial

And are becoming very commonplace.

 

59. January 20, 2011

 As soon as we arrived here, I knew that

My assumption was correct: We are “home”.

 

The weather perfect. The People friendly.

Gardens of Palm Trees, Cacti, Succulents.

 

In the twilight, we rambled to The Dunes;

Then, to the Beach and climbed up a large Dune.

 

I did feel funny romping on The Dunes.

It is permitted. They’re sustainable.

 

How many Full Moons does one live to see?

Last night’s was perfectly memorable.

 

We tenderly walked on the deserted

Beach, hand-in-hand, as if we had just met.

 

Moon’s light and the Surf inspires true love.

The key is knowing when the moment’s right.

 

With Love by my side, I am always home.

We don’t require much for Happiness.

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