Sun Rays dance on my Bed.

Sunlight arrives early

A few friendly rays

Sit on my duvet, warming it.

I pat the sunlight

Still half asleep

Trying to remember the night's dreams,

Is difficult,

Before they slip under the radar

Of my alertness.

I do not write any deep poetry.

Only light things enter my mind.

Water in the car

checking the oil using the dip stick

And air in tyres.

To think, a week ago, my heart stopped.

But the ambulance people

Got it ticking again.

Spring and sunlight, yes, this will be

A beautiful day.    s

The victim (humor)

I was in my fifties when women found me desirable
And I became a victim of their lust.
The wife of a friend of mine came in as I came out
of the bathroom starkers.
I'm a moral person, but this was an unavoidable situation
So we ended up in bed until she fainted.
Women talk, I got a call from a woman who had a swimming pool
In the backyard, I drove there, but she wanted more
And more she got until she fell exhausted asleep.
I drove home, and my old girlfriend was outside my house
She was drunk, wanted more wine, I gave it to her, and she demanded
***, happily, she fell asleep when she awoke, she thought
We had had ***, she had a shower, and wanted white wine
before driving home, kissing me warmly, asked me if she was
Good in bed reassured her that she was the best.
It was as if my *** life had reached a crescendo, a heart surgery
stabilized my emotional life; I should have taken the women
to court, I had only wanted to be friendly
And they used my goodness to their advantage, but it is too late
But I can complain to the # MeToo movement

The Carrousel of ***

My sister held a party. She lived across the road from us
My wife wouldn’t go; she was not on speaking terms with
my sister, as they often did.
There were many women there, and one was especially and
charming laughed at my feeble jokes, and when it got late
I agreed to follow her home as it was dark and autumnal
We had *** on a park bench, but it struck me as sordid and
I pulled away, said sorry, and walked home.
I was riven by guilt and also anger. This was a trap I, a man,
had walked headlong into. I cursed my stupidity.
Back home, my wife was fast asleep. She had been at the gin
We had breakfast at ten, it was a Sunday, and I was sad
I was still tired and waited for her to berate me, but she didn't.
In the affairs of the heart, it is better to tell an untruth
because women will only believe what they have decided
to be the verity
Years later, after we divorced- for another reason- she said
She told me she had been sleeping with the man who collected *******
every week, and I thought of the woman in the park and my
sister who had a reason for disliking my wife

A tour back in time

I hired a car and wanted to drive to the countryside
where I spent part of my childhood.
By a farmhouse that looked familiar, I stopped
A dog came out of an upended barrel and greeted me,
Is Jason coming home?
The farmer and his wife came out, and he patted me
on my head, and his wife gave me a hug and said:
“A little boy once lived here.”
In the kitchen, they gave me two slices of the loaf with
Blueberry jam was my favorite food as a child.
The couple had not aged in fifty years, and their
eyes, I was that little boy
I took my farewells and promised to visit soon.
A bus drove past, throwing up dust, and when
It settled the couple
The farm had disappeared into the mist of time.

Living forever

I read in a Newspaper, was it the Guardian
that some world leaders like to live forever 
I wonder what Trump has to say about that
I think he has a moment when I think about
This problem, or is he sure of his longevity
It doesn't matter what other leaders think
Putin and the Chinese leader like to live for
All the time, we understand, they have the power
and all the plans, the thought that someone
could come along is intolerable
They must be hollow inside, soulless inside
like a tree in the forest that is hollow inside

a mystery 

Dumb. criminal and ******
Also courageous, we ask ourselves
Why did we find him heroic
when nearly shot
Almost killed by a young man
We are told nothing about
Political killings happen too often
Perhaps re-selection is
That brings us to another ******
that of Charlie Kirk
Something does not add up
The young man accused of the killing
perhaps did not
Those investigating the ******
are confused
Is there another killer on the loose
If so, we are not informed
We can speculate 
Once he was an Israeli asset, until
He woke up asking questions
The answers he got  were discouraging
They had told him he was property
and do as told
His angry protest got him killed
a female name props up
A moment of glory in the spotlight
Did she know Charles was
doomed

The Actor

When coming out of the building 
facing me is a dentist's office with big windows
Therefore, on one step to the ground
I jump down with an elegant spring
walk quickly to the corner
where my public cannot seem to see me
The scene is over
I can continue walking sedately
A job done, I bow to the public
but does not let the applause go to my head
I remember telling my mother I wanted
be an actor
She smiled fondly, said I was too shy
because when there was a knock on
the door. She had to open 
while I hid in the bedroom