Poetry

Joy. Love. Ride.

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To the safari I want to go, to visit with the animals, talk and run with them, tell them stories, sing them lullabies and play some kind nut games that none of us can explain; boring it won’t be for sure but edgy it will. So, I dream. Yeah, I want to go out in the wild, run free like a butterfly, jump ropes with the kangaroos and scream joy to the world where no one can hear and reply back but feel good, bust up some moves and dance to the groove, inhale fresh air, sit and breathe the sound of nature, let it all out, let it all in and calling it love. Love of thyself. Love of you. Love of others. Just Love. Joy. Love. Life. Living. Cheers!

© Angela Aguiar

Running Out of Script

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Dear God, I am trying to navigate, learn to trust, be patient, confident, have faith in tomorrow as you have prescribed but I seem to often ran out of script and straight to that peculiar box. Time and again, I find myself in the river swimming, fighting against the large ocean currents that only a truck full of cockroaches can deliver. It has been a challenge, I may add. I thought I was brave, built like The Rock but like a clock, wound up caving in, flipping at sign of a hot burning pot when the pump kept going, screaming my lungs out for the world to hear, to no avail. So I wave, do the hockey pokey dance like a dog with a tail in between its legs, put the mascara on but half way through the walking machine defeat parade, I wake up from the rubble to clap an Alleluia give me something fuerte, I am still alive, can you hear me?! The road is a tad narrow, crowded, with endless curves and adjacent noisy streets but I urge you to be a wee bit understanding as I plod through the gravels, leaving a black patch on my wounded foot. Sitting at curbside, I felt the wind going by, blowing the seat cover that has been my existence, emerging from the ashes I left behind. Signed, the birdman!

A Whole Lotta Corona

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89235899_2850245268331476_6120818091791220736_oIt is Thursday and I am home, chillin. Yeah, I am home. Snoozing still. Checking time on the fly. I counted the birds, flies, lizards, iguanas, alligators, pelicans, frogs, butterflies, blue jays, panthers, squirrels, foxes, manatee, blue jays… they all came by to say hello. I took one look at them and paid them no mind. I am in the zone. The corona virus quarantine of sorts zone. No care in the world but the beer on hand. Self imposed it is not, a choice it wasn’t but here I am, shoot me then but no, ammunition I do not own nor care to possess.

It is Thursday and I am home, chillin. Yeah, I am home. Snoozing still. Checking time on the fly. I counted the birds, flies, lizards, iguanas, alligators, pelicans, frogs, butterflies, blue jays, panthers, squirrels, foxes, manatee, blue jays… they all came by to say hello. I took one look at them and paid them no mind. I am in the zone. The corona virus quarantine of sorts zone. No care in the world but the beer on hand. Self imposed it is not, a choice it wasn’t but here I am, shoot me then but no, ammunition I do not own nor care to possess.

The last time that many animals came by, they looked scared, confused. They were running around with their tails curled up their derrieres like a frozen papaya from the bird flu. Yeah, word on the street, it was a make believe. Sure, I am yet to see an animal fearful of a bird but it is Corona; yup, C-o-r-o-n-a, animal she isn’t but surely is acting like one motherland beast. And as the story goes, a girl can no longer enjoy her favorite beer without envisioning a germ creeping crawling right up to her spine. Yah, I can imagine. A movie it isn’t; bam, reality it is.

Wash your hands they say. I do. No lies, just flies. No traffic jam, no truck trailer or yellow bus. Just I, at home chillin. The sun is out. The sky is blue. The streets a ghost town. The mood is good, so far. The breeze is flowing. And I, one cucumber over the moon, green as my unpeeled banana on a extended vacation. Life is for the living and the grass is always greener tomorrow. Trim it. Walk with kindness. Wave all your fingers high, say hi. Be good to your fellow earth dwellers. Smile. Cheers!

©️ Angela Aguiar