A birthday poem gift from Robin …
Live Life, Love Life (LXXI/LXXII)
2020 has come to this— Which wolf will win.
So let your Old Man out:
humility, humanity, humour,
survive, revive and thrive— the playlists every day.
Check in on family, friends, colleagues, outlaw cowboys.
Counter the wave, that something eating away,
re-emerge the good times.
Break from the normal, from survive to revive and thrive, be crazy ones.
Everyone a story of sadness, sacrifice, isolation.
Heads down in Arizona, first vaccines, favourite Dylan songs,
64 reasons to celebrate Paul McCartney.
Merry Christmas a Grasmere nativity.
2021 a story of hope, happiness and fun.
Misfit, gentleman thief, master of disguise
never out of the fight, but out of elastic, garden chairs, pasta machines, jigsaws.
What’s so funny ‘bout peace, love, understanding?
Dramatic, tense, complex, riveting conspiracy: perpetual optimism
brings positive prediction for 2021—
a good night’s sleep.
7th win for a G.O.A.T.
Hope a road that goes on forever—
home-made creamy rice pudding, re-invention, exploring a new future.
Making happy choices; don’t waste!
Sweep the sheds hard, fast, early.
Back to earth doing it tough.
We’ll make it with your smile, perspective.
What Have You Been Watching?
What Are You Watching?
Grit and bliss, tinged with a touch of gluttony.
Don’t waste the crisis!
Blogged down, technical issues.
The only people for me are mad ones, seven types
of citizen— I saw myself.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Paris in Scottsdale feels so good eating out again.
I am multitudes working from home son, working from home,
getting fired, connecting with clients.
10 tips for leaders over the balance.
Have another 10.
Adapt. Improvise. Overcome.
Still living the tasty desert life!
Fighting a feeling rarely works.
PurposeFused grit writes on a decade.
(note to self– Fail Fast, Learn Fast, Fix Fast.)
Oh, I do like to be by the seaside.
1971— Oz / Bowie / the Youth Revolution. Our time was then.
“A Happy Boy” shines through.
Lest we forget, wishing and hoping “For When It’s Time” We have only today.
Let us begin.
Grand-kids, Tuscan senses, taste of north, All Blacks, Benny, Brian, Eric, Barry, Sograpiness (friendship and happiness a bottle of wine in the sun).
Mana Ake, determine your own future, ‘take the shot’ when we have the ball.
The Boss, a guitar, a harmonica, a piano, a microphone–our lives/futures— Big Apple Slow Life.
One step forward, one back into the grief cycle.
Trust the science, stay vigilant, revive to thrive in 2022.
The Old Stamp House, best in the world.
“At The Inn, the way they do anything, the way they do everything.”
‘Thunder Road’ energy for the day ahead.
What are you watching? That old man again.
100% does not exist, nor our pre-Pandemic world.
The right book finds you at the right time.
… check in with yourself.
Our vagabond’s luxury “It goes on”— sunshine reason to be cheerful amid torrential rains.
You’re never out of the fight so don’t waste the crisis (if you haven’t heard before)!
007 never replaced The Lone Ranger, Bond just more fashionable!!
“All starts with Olive Oil”, Professor T, 60’s and 70’s—Hermits, Monkees, Browne—
vaccinated antidotes bring humour, joy, spring in our step, hope, optimism— an edge towards a new world— Let’s start going to the office!
We’ve learned some stuff, hated some stuff, loved some stuff.
Reduce the bad stuff, do more good stuff, talk about the tough stuff.
Live Life, Love Life . . . and Listen, Dream, Age— light more candles (LXXIII)
I’ve spent just about the right amount of time on this poem.
🎂 Happy Birthday Young Man!