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Cocoa Beach

Cocoa Beach
Coco Beach

The first thing poops in my mind
I Dream of Jeannie
A sit com comedy enshrined
About a beautiful genie

Now I live close
It is more about the beaches
And rocket launch shows
Plus the marinas

My sailboat is docked here
In Cape Canaveral Port
So close to the rocket roar
Sights and sounds to take to heart

It is where we go to the beach
Not far to roam
Easy to reach
So close to home

Great place to ride bicycles
We have a nice circuit
As long as we avoid vehicles
A tourist orbit

Chasing their cruise ships
Cars and buses rushing around
People heading on trips
They are hellbound

To go on vacation
But Cocoa Beach is my place
My fixation
A holiday to chase and embrace

I have many amenities
All in this one city
Including many memories
But most the beaches are pretty

Barometric Pressure

Barometric Pressure

As the pressure drops
Like a stone from a tower
My health flops
By each minute and hour

I lock up
Slowing down
Drinking my death cup
I flounder and drown

Unable to function
Unable to comprehend
Unable to function
Unable to live

A robotic zombie
Floating along
Unstable and wonky
This is my song

A song of lostness
A song of worthlessness
A song of smallness
A song of nervousness

How long will this go on
This morbid journey
Until my symptoms are gone
And I am back in lifes tourney

Functioning normal
Thinking and talking
Not feeling abnormal
Functioning and walking

Living a normal life
A life of normality
No continuous strife
Just a life of vitality

Once again
I am patient and await
The barometric train
To steam forward reducing its weight

Arriving at my station
Which it always does
Creating a new period of gestation
And my symptoms fizz

I walk and wake from my stupor
As the train passes
Slowly reducing my stooper
Not slow and thick as molasses

But normal and bright
Clear headed
My symptoms in flight
Completely broken and shredded

Back in the living
Where life is good
Another season of thanksgiving
Living as I should

Barometric Pressure Nightmare

This is my latest book. It is personal. I suffer greatly when the barometric pressure drops.

When the atmospheric pressure drops, it influences my body. The swollen tissue presses against my joints, making them very painful and difficult to move. My arthritis in the ankle and right and left legs from knee and hip replacements and my eleven blood clots make it even worse when the barometric pressure changes. Blood flow is reduced due to constricted veins, which result in dizziness and confusion. When this happens, I become lethargic, not wanting to talk or socialize. This leads to me becoming grumpy and gruff.

Barometric Pressure Nightmare

Mans Best Friend

Mans Best Friend

You can never love
An animal as much as a dog
They fit as a glove
In lifes dialogue

Koa
Bear
Keeper
Sally Sue

Marvelous sidekicks
A family member
Pure or mix
I will remember

Koa on the sailboat
Or protecting you from a snake
A thick coarse coat
His death was a heartbreak

Bear a friendly Carin
My first dog as my own
A lord or baron
I was never alone

Keeper was extraordinary
She was a true friend
Always merry
Until the end

Sally Sue was the best
So gentle and kind
Welcoming me as a guest
Our time together was fine

She sailed
And we walked
Even as our health failed
Our love was locked

A companion for the ages
Accompanying me through life
I could write pages
She was like an oldwife

Persistent as my assistant
So loving and caring
She was so consistent
And reassuring

Life moved on
In a regular routine
A beautiful liaison
She was a queen

I will miss her
And her beauty
Life will be a blur
Without any duty

Walking
Feeding
Swimming
Chasing

A wonderful responsibility
To take care of her
In her final disability
We could not deter

Life ends for us all
Sooner or later
We all fall
To death the dictator

Not giving us a choice
Or remedies
Taking our voice
Leaving just memories

Oligarchy

Oligarchy

A Republic
A Democracy
An Oligarchy
An Aristocracy

What are we
Who runs us
Are we free
What is the fuss

I can tell you
A government ran by a few
We should be bitter and blue
But who understood and knew

We live our lives
Enjoying it all
And our kids and wives
As long as we play ball

Everything is fine
Until you ask real questions
And lights will shine
On the underlying tensions

Small groups control
Our economy and government
Remember the grassy knoll 
And all the other uppercuts

These groups are self seeking
And they are underhanded
Lying when they are speaking
Stealing all they have demanded

This is the rule of the elite
The rule of the nobility
The rule of cronyism
And the rule of nepotism

A leadership class rules
Stealing everything
Thinking we are fools
Accepting their sting

Sting of war
Sting of economic disaster
Sting of epidemic
Sting of climate crisis

The same people rule our country
And is it better or worse
Neither are we hungry
Nor are resources scarce

But for many they are both
There are riots in the streets
Crime and murder that we loath
Brough to you by the cheats

Mark my words
It is too late
They will reduce us by thirds
And that is our fate