HappPy As

Happy​ ​as … Dancing with you in  ​the​ ​moonlight
​Counting​ ​clouds​ ​singing Blinded​ ​By​ ​the​ ​Light​
Skipping ​ ​an-uh  ​jumping in​ ​the​ ​raindrops​
making​ ​promises​ ​that​ ​we​ ​won't​ ​stop

Happy​ ​as …The​ ​first​ ​day​ ​of​ ​school​ ​
watching​ ​all​ ​the​ ​kids​ ​​ ​play​ ​it​ ​​ ​cool
The smell of  brand​ ​new​ ​sneakers​ in the air
P.K. ​Flyers​ ​make you​ run faster and  ​jump​ ​high-er ​

Crisp​ ​fall​ ​air​ chills​ ​the​ ​bones​ ​just​ ​so right ​​
Monica​ Powell you ​​sure look nice

Happy as ... ​Nuns​ ​are​ ​crazy​ I know
​I've​ ​been​ ​schooled​
Pray​ ​five​ ​Hail​ ​​ ​Mary's​, four​ ​Our​ ​Father’s​ ​
and​ ​get​ ​to​ ​know​ ​your​ ​beatitudes

Sister​ ​Mary​ ​Rita​ ​Aquinas​ ​​ racist  ​nickel stealing​
knuckle​ ​ruler​ ​slapping​ ​faceless​ ​​ ​stone​ ​in​ ​black​ ​and​ ​white
 

​Give​ ​you a​ ​nickel​ ​for​ ​every four​ ​letter​ ​word​ ​that​ ​breaks​ ​my
​Catholic​ ​School​ ​going​ ​lips

​Well​ ​here​ ​is​ ​a​ ​dollar​
kiss​ ​my​ ​ass​ ​​ 33  times  ​and​
​Keep​ ​the​ ​change

Happy as...
​Laughing​ ​all​ ​the​ ​way​ ​to​ the ​principal's​ ​office

Good​ ​morning​ ​Father Joe 

Good​ ​morning​ ​Sister​ ​Catherine​
Thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​being​ ​so​ ​good

Happy​ ​as ... 583​ ​Uniondale​ ​Avenue Frank's​ ​Pizza.​ ​​
​The​ ​best​ ​pizza​ ​in​ ​the​ ​world, ​No​ ​the​ ​UNIVERSE
​
ExtraCHeese Crispy​Crust​ DRIPping​Oil 55​Cent​ ​Hit​The​​Spot Hit​-me​-Dos
 ​Eat​ ​​ ​strategically 

Bite ​from side​ ​to​ ​side​ ​​  
Crust
​ ​then​ ​Top​ ​
then​ Top​
​then​ Crust​
​​​leave​ ​the​ ​middle​ ​for​ ​the​ ​last

Frank​ ​where​ ​have you​ ​gone?​
A​ ​pupuseria​bodega​charlatan​ ​has​ ​taken​ ​your​ ​space​ ​
but​ ​not​ ​your​ ​spot
You​ ​ruined​ ​all my​ ​pizzas ​since​ ​you​ ​stopped

Happy​ ​As …
Snow​ ​falling​ ​in​ ​the​ ​middle​ ​of​ ​the​ ​night
silence​ ​as​ ​I​ ​shove​ ​the​ ​mounds​ ​from​ ​side​ ​to​ ​side
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Crispy chilly​ ​​ ​conversations​ ​with​ ​the​ ​sky  ​singing​ ​Domino out loud​
​​ ​O-O​ ​​ ​Domino​,  (TRUMPETS ) ​(bada bada ba ) roll​ ​me​ ​over​ ​Romeo​ ​....
Lord  have​ ​mercy ..  ooOO DOmiNO just give me some of those rhythm and blues
Van​ ​Morrison​ ​you​ ​Irish​ ​Rock​ ​n​ ​Roll​ ​god ​how​ ​do​ ​you​ ​know​ ​what​ ​I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​say​ ​or​ ​how I​ ​feel    Scribe to my soul ​Sláinte​ my​ ​brother       Sláinte
​Translation to all my non drinking Irish deprived brethren  DRINK

Both​ ​my​ ​girls​ ​sleep​ ​warm​ ​tonight

Happy​ ​As…
When​ ​I​ ​held​ ​her​ ​tight  ​her​ ​hand​ ​so​ ​small​ ​was​ ​​ ​all​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​mine ​I​ ​hummed​ ​a​ ​lullaby for our  first stroll

Happy​ ​as …our first night she​ ​was​ ​wrapped​ ​so​ ​tight  ​sneak​ ​a​ ​peek​ ​from​ ​those​ ​wondering​ ​eyes ​stole​ ​my heart​ ​and​ ​changed​ ​my​ ​life​ ​​ ​March​ ​21​ ​1995.
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China​ ​doll​ ​face almond​ ​colored​ ​eyes​ ​​hair​ ​as​ ​black as​ ​night​ alligator​ ​tears endless ​ ​hugs​ ​and​ ​the​ sweetest sweetest - sweetest ​smile
Thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​the​ ​rock that​ ​says​ ​I​ ​am​ ​number​ ​one

Happy As…
Long distance calls to missing friends Endless funny talks about drinking beer smoking weed countless loves and endless dreams he said she said I did who did you did
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yhea    
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The stories get longer   and better      as you get older

Happy​ ​As …
Finding the  moments that are magic
because they are not moments at all

Where I like to be..

It is 10 am. I miss you all.

Note to self, this is where I feel at home.

Looking out the window I see skinny trees faintly decorated with pale green leaves spring has started to bloom. People pass by at a brisk pace staring into the sky stealing heat from the morning sun. Their hurried walk and sweater guard suggest we are still not ready to rejoice in the season's full explosion of color and warmth.

I am sitting at a table, it is slightly square, just under a rectangle,hard, deep, thick with a loved dark oak stain that paints the surface, enriches the wall and transcends my soul. A black coffee, sweet, double espresso, perfumes the air and inspires me to think and write.

Walls of words, thoughts of life, moments lived, daydreams caught, lover's woes, conquered dreams, mysterious moments, rhymes with rhythms, scribes as gods.

Parchment awaits. Quill taunts, refrains, moves forward, steady, drunk, don't lift the touch or sanctioned to eternity it will fade. Lost, cursed like the beauty of a snowflake, forgotten, never the same.

Nothing sweeter, lonelier nor less describable then the sanctum created by a scribe with parchment and a quill surrounded by dark oak stained walls, with a window to see the world  and a black coffee, sweet, double espresso.

Note to self. This is where I feel at home.

Morning Haiku

MORNING  Haiku

Lost Lazy Ducks Cross
Aimlessly Patiently Walk
Children Quack and Mothers Talk