Last night I dreamed of
Pismo beach, our blanket
on the sand, hidden in the
cratered dunes, the sweet
sweat of love making and
sandy deep wet kisses with
you, and the sunburn on my
backside that followed.
Memorable youthful passions
fondly recalled, never forgotten.

The Packrat has morphed into a hoarder
I tried to removed the monkey in a suite off his back and put it in he barrel with the rest of them even though it wasn't my business, although I was its uncle

Get in

A quaint little bungalow
Where sweltering heat is a constant
"There's coffee on the back burner, ya want some?"

It was a blessing in disguise
A bona fide  slice of paradise

We read up on the complex of Oedipus Rex and the debate of moral fiber when talking about Ped Xing

We hopped on to a plane going to Pismo Beach and joined the mile high club then enjoyed clams on the half shell  

We listen to a dollar fifty nickelodeon
And talked about how music is dead because everyone is just na na naing and yeah yeah yeahing their way to the top of the pop charts  

Over a *** pie
I confessed my love
His rebuttal seemed abysmal to my sleeve dwelling heart

He said this was an unnatural habitat for him
And if we were to be together it would raise eyebrows
Tarnish his illustrious reputation

It was an unanswered prayer
After all the whatnots and whathaveyous
He got sick and died of AIDS about a year and a half later
He never came out

Dodged a bullet there on that one

i have stood here before
my heart untethered
in palms of grainy sand
salty winds flying by
waves conjuring into one another
as if they never end, and now I look
as each one is beginning like new
embracing themselves together
where foam caresses blue
my heart in bits and pieces
forever missing you

Čitam tvoje pismo
u kojem pišeš
da me cijelim srcem voliš
željela bi ubrzo da me vidiš
da me zagrliš
i da me poljubiš.
Željela bi da
putujemo našim sretnim snom.
Vjenjčanje,djeca,dom
htjela bi ostvariti sa tobom.

Tvoje pismo dok sam čitao
sretan sam bio.
Olovku i papir sam uzeo
i ja sam tebi pismo napisao.

Voljena moja
čekam te da dođeš
u ovoj kući veselje i radost doneseš.
Moje srce tebi pripada
s tobom će u ovoj kući
ljubav i sreća da vlada.
Ljubavi znaj da volim te
ti si meni sve
cijelim srcem ljubim te.

Stjepan Orlić

Hi you say
I wish I were
The stuff of dreams or so it seems is a world of wonder if it's time to seek
What a glorious day for happy toes at play on Pismo Beach
It's a bright morning
Of another shining day
A blessing it is that Life holds sway
With a brilliant glow and van-tastic sight
All made possible by those billowing winds, huffing and puffing last night
A nice position that ensures no concern with people who flop
Is experiencing the casual ebb and flow of ultra green tree tops
Hank and Frankie had their usual convention and loud beak fights
And then dived off the balcony railing versus soaring in flight
In addition to tossing my mollusk shells for no valid reason
So I threatened them both with a flame thrower later this season
The ***** are polished with a Biore Charcoal Scrub sheen
Which helps me enjoy the neater environment that someone else just cleaned
Yet,
One never knows how that day or this will be framed
Yesterday, making miso soup, my right front stove burner burst into flames
In the ensuing panic with many motions that were manic
It was way too scary with fire alarm screaming something about a wire
Luckily, I remembered my fire safety training re how to put out a grease fire
I was cooking miso soup
How did that cause a combustible grease loop ?
All made stranger by the proverbial question of why
It's been weeks since I used the stove to fry
It just goes to show
Between the bed and the door
Near the thin edge of a sheet of paper things can turn to crapping
On any given day - at any given time - anything can happen

I was born on a hot summers
night, 3rd of July on a Friday
9 pm.

With fire in my soul
and future sunrises
waiting to bloom, I
grew.

From the soil of American blue’s,
moody beaches covered in sunbathing bodies, seagulls and seashells of LA and Pismo.

My mom taught me well, I had
a voice and I have a story
to tell.

She raised me on rock n roll
guitar riffs, piano keys
at my finger tips and a voice
like a bell ringing in a tower.

With a bible under my belt,
and black belt karate around
my hips, with yoga on the side
I grew into myself.

Art galleries and canvas rooted
in my mind, from the beginning
I was meant to shine.

I was raised on American soil,
apple pies and biscuits with gravy.

I was soaked in the mud of
the Kern county mountains,
I swam in the river and ran
through the city barefoot
dreaming of a better future.

Poor and sick, but brave and
willing to learn I became
stronger and better than
I ever imagined.

I proved them wrong by
surviving mental illness,
cracking the lock to my
own purpose.

The meaning to life is simple,
to live it to the fullest, too be
brave and bold. Live it well.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

DONNA
Kad smo se upoznali mi
bili smo vesele duše dvi
sjećanje ne blijedi
to znamo ja i ti.
Sjetim se naših sretnih dana
koje provodili smo tada.
Pamtim u tvojim očima sjaj
i naš iskreni zagrljaj.
Nakon tvog odlaska
radost je nestala.
Prošlo je dan il dva
tvoje sam pismo primio ja.
Na kraju pisma je pisalo
mislim na tebe
i nadam se
da se opet vidimo.
Stjepan Orlić

NEDOSTAJEŠ MI LJUBAVI
Na nebu mjesec sja
plavo more obasjava.
Svi su zaspali
pokraj mene nisi ti.
Sve što bih htio
da budeš noćas
uz mene moja bajna vilo.
Želio bih da se noćas
usne naše spoje
mjesec,zvijezde i nas dvoje.
Volio bih da me
grle tvoje ruke
da zauvijek pamtimo
naše romantične trenutke.
Nedostaješ mi mnogo ljubavi
samo s tobom želim život dijeliti.
Pišem ti ljubavno pismo
dugo se draga vidjeli nismo.
U pismu ti piše sve
moja jedina ljubavi
volim te.
Stjepan Orlić