From the mind of a mild mannered maniac

Holly Molly

“An idle mind seems to make for an idle imagination, in my experience. If you want something done, entrust it to a busy person. If you want innovation ask an active thinker.” – I’m not sure who originated this line of thought, perhaps you can let me know, in the comments, but the wording came from somewhere inside my noggin ūüôā

Desperate to bump my writers slump,  I finally decided to hop in the car, and go for a ride.  I combined my errands, with a bizzare scavenger hunt. My quest? A voyage of discovery, or at the very least, inspiration. 

Maybe I should have tuned in to Chopin instead of the Country Western station, ’cause this here poem seems to be cryin’  out for a twangy guitar riff and a Hank Williams impersonator, but at least I managed to write something, right? ūüėČ

Anyway……



HOLY MOLLY.

Holy Molly, I’m over the moon!

My baby just told me she’ll be home, real soon.

There’s a jig in my step and i can’t erase,

This foolish grin, plastered, over my face.


That might seem needy, but its been a while,


We’ll be laughing it up and partying in style.

So, plan a parade, strike up the band.

I got me a ring, ‘gonna ask for her hand.


I’m no gourmet, but I rustle some eats.

Don my best rags and polish my cleats.

Halfway convinced that this aint no big deal,

I pose for the mirror and practise my spiel.


When she walks through the door though, she isn’t alone.

This dude is a, tall, swarthy, George Clooney clone.

A cousin? A brother?  I, silently,  pray!

Then she smiles and caresses her tall fiance.


©2016 РClifton J. Lewis

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Winter’s Cheer

imageSwiftly fly the seasons

year upon precious year

first Spring’s rebirth,

Summer’s¬†love

then Fall’s rich palette,

and¬†Winter’s cheer

The season that blends nostalgia with a

twist of mirth and folly.

‘Tis a¬†time for frosted window panes,

for mistletoe and Holly.

Time to gather our loved ones here,

to share our joy with our near and dear!

to celebrate with festive cheer.

 

Happy holidays, folks, wherever you may be!

~CLIFFY ūüôā

 

Dismal Day

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Dismal day,

how dare you chase my sun away.

I’m made of sterner stuff,

I’ll shine on through the grey.

I dare not let you cast a pall

on my parade.

You’re nothing but a ruse,

a game, a masquerade

Yesterday

Hello yesterday, what’s on your mind

what do you mean, “The years aint been ¬†kind”?

You’re history pal, you’re just the past,

A reminder that time is passing so fast

yes, i cling to you, far, far more than I should,

but my memories of you are not always good.

you’ve caused me much hardship, anguish and pain,

and made me relive you again and again!

Sure, there’s nostalgia, ¬†your greatest bouquet

Were things really better, back in the day,

or photoshopped images, with your own special spin

Whose varnished veneer is beginning to thin.

Why you intrigue me, so much, i don’t know

its time to move on, still i don’t want to go

I can’t just disgard you, after all, ¬†you’re my past,

but tomorrow is beckoning me, at long last.

imageDriving late, on a lonely road

Just roaming, lost and weary

I think about us, well, the used-to-be us.

and our new past, so damned dreary!

Landmarks along this grainy lane

Pass by my gaze unbidden

I can’t change the channel, can’t look away

The images won’t stay hidden.

Sign posts scream out silently

Hazzards ahead, don’t go there

I can’t turn back though, I never can.

There’s a new path out of here, somewhere.

But there never is, just our tainted past

and the hurt that won’t ever heal.

So, I’m driving late, on this lonely road,

a ghost behind the wheel.

A hint of Springtime

image
Honeysuckle, songbirds and blossoms abound signs of awakening, all around
Each balmy night and dreamy day
Is so tinged with nature’s sweetest array.
There’s a song in my soul, a warm embrace
and a dream in my heart. For the whole Human race.

With uproarious zest, I thus, declare,

there’s a hint of springtime in the air!

Winter in Vancouver

Happy New Year, everyone!

I hope 2015 finds you all happy and healthy.

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2015 has swept in with a crisp newness that matches the brisk, coldness of this Arctic inspired chill.

Southern BC is typically mild and wet, at the onset of winter, our best friends, a sturdy umbrella, and a dependable pair of waterproof boots. This sudden cold-snap comes, therefore, as somewhat of a surprise.

Change is good, though, It’s really, not half bad, walking out on an icy winter’s day, when the skies are blue and the sun is beaming down on the sparkly, ground.

It’s fresh, it’s new, and a far-cry from the incessant downpours, dowdy, grey, rain clouds, and the ominous threat of nearby rivers, over flowing their banks.

I love the crunch, underfoot, the smattering of snow that adorns the rooftops and hearty, old, evergreens like glistening tinsel, garlands. It’s so refreshing and invigorating.

When it snows a little, many Vancouverites, fly into a panic, flocking, in droves, to their local winter tire retailers. Other’s make do, many careening their traction-less rides, off of trees, traffic poles etc., enroute to ditches and snowdrifts.
Our hardy, better-aclimatized, Cousins, in Northern BC, and Central U.S and Canada, who deal handily and routinely with far harsher conditions, laugh heartily at our ineptness. Still, I’m glad we give them something to smile about.

Well, I just saw a weather update. Apparently this cold-snap is coming to an end soon. I honestly think I am going to miss it.

Happy New Year!

~Cliffy

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