woman smiling holding flowers

I WATCHED
FROM THE
WINDOW
AS THEY
CLIMBED
UP THE DRIVE,
ANXIOUS
TO SEE
WHAT PATERNITY
THRIVED,
THE TRUE
REAL PARENT
OF MY ABODE,
(ONE THAT
HAD GROWN
TO BE A MAN
IN THESE VERY
ROOMS,
AND VISITING
NOW
AS A MEDICAL
ZOOM
FROM A NORTHERN
STATE)
WHAT A WAIT
IT HAD BEEN,
WONDERING
DURING
THESE PAST
FEW YEARS
HOW HE LOOKED
AND SPOKE,
A DOCTOR
BY TRADE
WHICH SURELY
MADE
THE SMILE
AT THE FRONT
DOOR
INTO VERY MUCH
A LOVELY SCORE
REACHING OUT
BETWEEN US,
HE SHOWED ME
WHERE HIS
CHILDHOOD
PIANO SAT,
NEXT TO THE
GLASS DOORS,
AND HOW
ABOUT THAT,
WHILE HE
DESCRIBED
HIS FAVORITE
DOG,
LONGING TO
ENTER
AND SIT AT HIS FEET,
MORE COMPLETE
AND WAGGING
HIS TAIL,
WHILE NOW
MY MUSIC
MACHINE
LIVES ON
THAT SPOT,
SURROUNDED
BY A LOVELY
OLD PLANT,
(ODDLY ENOUGH
A TREASURE
FROM MY MOTHER)
IT WAS A DAY
OF MEMORY
ON BOTH SIDES,

AND HIS WIFE
INSPECTED MY
ART WITH
A SMILE
WHILE
WE TRAVELED
THE ROOMS,
WITH SUNSHINE
BEAMING
THROUGH THE
WINDOWS FROM
FLOOR TO CEILING,
AND THEN HE
ENTERED THE
OLD PINK BATHROOM
WHERE ALL
HIS FAMILY
SHARED THOSE
FACILITIES,
WHAT A STRANGE
ZOOM
ON THEIR CAPABILITIES,
AND FINALLY
WE JOURNIED
OUTSIDE
TO GAZE
AT THE HUGE
GREEN TREES
IN THE BRIGHT
SUNNY HAZE,
ALL GROWN UP
FOR MANY YEARS,
RESOUNDING
THE TEARS OF
SMART LITTLE BOYS
AND FAMILY PLOYS,
WHILE I DREW
BACK TO
HIS WHISPERING
WIFE
WHILE A BROKEN
FENCE WAS
DISCUSSED
AND SETTLED,
I HAD TO SMILE
AS THEY DEPARTED
ON THE
DARK SIDE
OF THE FENCE
AND MEASURED
THE LENGTH
OF MY KOOKY ART WALL,
SO BIG AND TALL,
AND I EXPLAINED
THE LAST BIG SNARE,
THE MESS OF
A NEIGHBOR,
SO DIFFICULT
TO BEAR,
SO I HAVE
ADDED A LONG
LINE OF CARE:
MEMORIAL
BLANKETS
TO COVER THE LAIR,
(MESSY CANS
AND DIRTY WOOD)
COVERED UP
FOR NOW AND GOOD,
THE END OF A TOUR
THAT LEFT ME
SMILING
ABOUT THIS
BEGUILING
AND WONDERFUL
LIFE…
HOW DID I
REALLY ARRIVE
AND THRIVE
IN THIS
PALACE OF LOVE
WITH THE BEAUTIFUL
DOVES,
JUST LUCKY,
I GUESS…
IN MY ONWARD QUEST.

©JW WINSLOW 7/1/2022

close photo of a woman and flowers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IT IS THAT TIME

OF THE YEAR,

WHERE A SLICE

OF HEAVEN

ARRIVES AROUND

MID-AFTERNOON,

AND I SWOON

ONTO THE TINY

SPACE

(MY FAVORITE PLACE)

SURROUNDED BY

MANY VERSIONS

OF GREEN OFFERINGS

PROVIDED BY

MOTHER NATURE

AND LOVED BY

ME,

FOR AS YOU SEE

THIS QUIET

SUMMARY OF

DREAMS

SEEMS TO CALL

OUT,

NUDGING THE

COOL GLASS OF

WATER,

READING MATERIAL

AND A FAVORITE

VERY OLD TOWEL

FROM THE DARK

AGES OF

CRYSTAL COVE,

SURVIVING AND

FOLDED NEATLY

ALL DURING THE

DEATHLY COLD

OF MONTEREY

WINDS,

WE BOTH WAIT

FOR A CHANCE

TO CHILL

WITH LEGS AND

SUNSHINE

THE CHOICE

IS MINE,

JUST A CASUAL

GLANCE

TO SEE

IF BY CHANCE

THE UPPER

NEIGHBOR

IS PEERING

OUT THE WINDOW,

AT THE SECRETIVE

VISIT OF MS. WINSLOW…

AFTER ALL,

WHAT ROMANTIC

SERIES OF DREAMS

ARE TOTALLY

PRIVATE,

WHILE PEEPING

TOM’S

ARE ONLY

INVISIBLE

TO THE NEWBIES

OF SUNBATHING

JUST BEFORE

YOU RELEASE

A SCATHING

SMILE

AND THEY

BACK AWAY

FOR ANOTHER DAY,

 

FOR THIS TIME

OF THE YEAR

IS NOT

WITHOUT FEAR

IT’S THE HALF

WAY

TO EXPOSE THE

PLAYS

OF ROMANTIC

NOODLING,

STRICTLY MENTAL

ALWAYS GENTLE,

THE POSING WITH

A NEWSPAPER

IS ONLY A TREAT

A WAY TO DEFEAT

THE PRIVATE WARMTH

OF THE LONG

BROWN LIMBS

THAT CRAVE THOSE

SUNNY WHIMS

AND A WANDERING

MIND

SWIMMING ALONG

CLOSING THE

EYES

FOR A SNAPPY

SURPRISE,

FOR SURELY

THE SOUL WILL

SPEAK

AS THE BREEZE

BLOWS,

SENDING VISIONS

OF FANCY CLOTHES,

DATES TO COME

AND JOBS TO RUN,

ALL IN THE QUEUE

OF THE FINE ART

IN LIFE,

SNEAKING THROUGH

THE DARKEST

HOURS

TO THE BRIGHTEST

MOMENTS OF

MORNING FLOWERS,

I DREAM OF THINGS

NEVER BEFORE SEEN,

OR MAYBE OLD

BOYFRIENDS

ARE PART OF THAT SCHEME,

WITH EYES

CLOSED

AND MIND POSED,

I RELEASE THE

SAD…

THE BAD

THE PAST,

KNOWING THEY

WILL NEVER

LAST,

FOR TOMORROW’S

SUN

WILL COME

AGAIN,

AND IT WILL

BRING

THE TIME

TO WIN!

©JW WINSLOW 5/1/2022



SHADY
HAZY
RAINY DAY,
GRAY SKIES
AND BLUE EYES
STREAKING
ACROSS THE
PATHS
OF LIFE,
WE HAVE
A WAR,
AND WONDER
WHAT FOR…
ISN’T THE
PANDEMIC
ENOUGH
AND ROUGH,
NOT SURE
WHO PROGRAMS
SUCH INSIDIOUS
TIMES
WHERE SMILES
AND TEARS
COME OUT IN
THE RHYMES,
WE SEEK TO
FIND FREEDOM
AWAY FROM
THE PAST
BREATHING IN
DEEPLY
HOPING TO CAST
A LIGHT FULL
OF JUSTICE
A LIFE FULL OF EASE
A PERFECT FULL DAY
WHERE FANTASIES
PLAY
BUT SOMETHING
HAS COME
INTO THE SOUL
HARD TO IDENTIFY
WORSE YET
TO DIGNIFY
WHAT MAN HAS
BECOME
AT THE BEAT
OF THE DRUM,
LEAVING
A GOOD MIND
IN TERROR AND
DOUBT,
I HAVE TO SAY
THIS WAS
NOT THE RIGHT
WAY
FOR THE MILLIONS
OF LIVES
THAT HANG
IN THE DIVE,
AND HERE WE
ARE STRUGGLING
TO JUST STAY
ALIVE:
IT SEEMS UNFAIR
AFTER CRUMMY
PRETENSE
WHERE WE REALLY
WERE SCARED
AT THE BODY
EVENTS,


SHOTS IN THE ARM
SMILES FULL OF
CHARM
COVERED UNDER
A MASK
OF DREAMS,
I WALK IN HIS
JACKET
BIG AND SO WARM
REMEMBERING
TIMES
WHEN THINGS
WERE NOT TORN,
THE SMILES AND
GIGGLES
THE KISSES AND
SEX
THE HOLDING
OF HANDS
FULL OF LOVE
AND REFLEX,
I SMILE AT THE
CARS
ZOOMING ON BY,
FULL OF SOME
MUSIC
AND DOGS
ON THE FLY…
HOW FAR
HAS THIS TAKEN US,
INTO THE MYSTIC
AWAY FROM OUR
LIVES
NOW A DARKISH
STATISTIC,
AND THINK OF POPPA
WHO HELD MY HAND
ACROSS THE
BIG ROCKS
AND DEEP WARM SAND,
I TRUSTED IN HIM
WHEN HE SAID WITH
A GRIN,
“DON’T WORRY, PUTZ…
EVERYTHING’S FINE
SKIES ARE SO BLUE
AND PIES ARE DIVINE”,
YET I CANNOT BE
SAD
IT WOULD MAKE
THINGS SO BAD,
THAT’S NOT MY
STYLE OR MAGIC,
AND SINCE
I REFUSE
TO WAIL AND ACCUSE
THE WORLD FOR
SOME STABS IN THE BACK,
IT WILL NEVER ATTACK
OR WIPE US AWAY
WE WILL SOAR AND
WILL DREAM IN
THE BEST HUMAN WAY,
BECAUSE WE
WERE BORN
TO FLOURISH THE EARTH
WITH POETS AND LOVERS
AND FUNNY MASK COVERS,
WE WILL STAND
AND FIGHT
THROUGH THE
DARKEST OF NIGHTS,
ONLY TO SEE
THE SUN RISE AGAIN…
AND THEN
WE WILL WIN!

©JW WINSLOW 4/1/2022




THEY SAY IT BEGAN
ADVERSE TO THE PLAN
WHEN I ARRIVED
JUST IN TIME
IN A PLAN SO SUBLIME,
MY MOTHER WAS
COVERED
IN RED PUFFY BUMPS
ALL OF A SUDDEN
THEY QUARANTINED
THESE ITCHY OLD LUMPS
BARELY BEFORE
THE GRAND ARRIVAL
OF A BIG SLEEPY GIRL
WHO WAS BENT
ON SURVIVAL,
AND SO IT WENT
I WAS QUICKLY SENT
AWAY FROM MY MOM
TO THE FAMILY HOUSE
WHERE EXPERIENCED
LADIES CRADLED ME,
FED AND CHANGED
AND SANG FOR FREE,
MY AUNTIE AND GRANNY
TAKING CHARGE
OF THE FIRST REAL KID
TO ARRIVE ON A BARGE
OF LOVE AND LAUGHTER,
WHILE MY POOR LITTLE
MOTHER
WAS TEARFUL AND FEARFUL
FOREVER AFTER,
SHE MISSED THE TIME
OF THE CRADLED TOUCH,
THE ONE WHERE A CHILD
LEARNS ABOUT SUCH
WONDERFUL THINGS
LIKE NIPPLES AND RINGS,
NO BREASTFEEDING
ALLOWED
IN THIS FAMOUS CROWD:
I OFTEN WONDER
ABOUT THIS BLUNDER
AND SURMISE
WITH SURPRISE
THAT PERHAPS IT WAS
MEANT TO BE,
ESPECIALLY NOW
THAT I KNOW JUST HOW
MY PATH BEGAN
THAT DAY,
THE YEARS BETWEEN
MY BIRTH
AND DREAM
WERE ALWAYS MEANT
TO SURPRISE,
FOR I FIND THE HOPE
AND FLYING SCOPE
OF MISSIONS
OFTEN UNHEARD,
I CARRY THE
TALENT
FOR VISION
AND WORD
UNDOUBTEDLY
ISSUED BY FAMILY
FOLKS,


THOSE WHO
SUSPEND
THE DIFFERENT
STROKES,
THE REBELS
AND CRAZIES
THE WRITERS
AND CHEFS,
THE WIZARDS WHO
DESIGN
AND THOSE WHO
INCLINE
TO BURY THEIR
LIVES WITH WISHES,
THEY SWIM LIKE
FISHES
AROUND AND
AROUND,
AND NEVER ARRIVE
BY THE LIGHT
OR THE SOUND,
BUT I AWAYS HID
THE SECRETLY
KID, WATCHING
AND WAITING
TO SPEAK AND
BE SEEN,
WHILE OTHERS
WOULD ASK
TO EXPLAIN
MY DREAM,
I SANG
AND I WROTE
AS THE CHILD
OF HOPE,
THAT SOMEONE
WOULD LISTEN
AND NOTICE
MY SKILLS,
IT HAS GIVEN
ME CHILLS
UP TO NOW,
BUT THE GIFT
OF MY FAMILY
WAS THIS:
A SENSE OF
THE PLAN
THAT JUMPED
IN AND RAN,
EXERTING MY
DREAM TO THE
WORDLY MACHINE,
LIKE IT OR NOT
ASSURING MY SHOT
AT THE BIG MILKY WAY
ON A JUDGEMENT DAY,
NOW THAT TIME
HAS COME
AND I DEPART
TO INTRODUCE
A PIECE OF MY ART
TO A WRANGLERS
CROWD
SPEAKING OUT LOUD,
I FIND MY WAY
TO THE
JUDGEMENT DAY…
WHAT MORE
CAN I SAY
BUT TAKE THEM
ALONG
HOPING THEY
JOIN IN A
VERY SWEET SONG!

©JW WINSLOW 3/1/2022




HE SLINKS ALONG
UNDER THE
BUSH
NEVER STOPPING
FOR A SIDEWAYS
GLANCE,
THERE’S NOT MUCH
CHANCE
OF A MEETING,
HE’S FAST
AT DUCKING
THE BIGGEST
BIRDS
THEY HIDE IN WAIT
AND MAKE HIM
SWEAT,
(HE WANTS THEIR
FEATHERS)
BUT DON’T FORGET
THE MINOR
CAUSES
OF MANY CATS
ARE BOUND TO
POUNCE
ON THIS
AND THAT,
SO SOMETIMES
(OFTEN)
I CALL HIM OUT
ON MY MORNING
GARDEN WALK,
I WHISPER
“BLACK KITTY”
AS I MEANDER
AROUND,
CHECKING OUT
THE GRASSES
AND WEEDS
THAT ABOUND,
AND OFTEN
IF NOT
HE IS PERCHED
THERE ABOVE
ON THE HIGEST
BRICK FENCE
AS MY AUDIENCE,
I SMILE TO
SEE HIM
FOR HE REMINDS ME
OF THE FELINES
BEFORE HIM
IN MY HISTORY,
YEARS AND YEARS
OF SLINKY GUYS
WERE MY VERY
HAPPY AND
SOULFUL PRIZE,
AND FINALLY WHEN
THE LAST ONE
VANISHED,
FLYING OFF TO
PAWSLAND
I DECIDED I WAS
THROUGH,


WAY TOO SAD
AND VERY BAD
WERE MEMORIES
OF DEVOTION,
STARTING WHEN
I LIVED ABOVE
THE PACIFIC OCEAN,
SO DURING
THOSE DAYS
I SAT IN THE SUN
STRETCHING OUT
FOR SOME
TANNING FUN,
LOTS OF THOSE
KITTIES
LIVED AT THE COVE,
UNDER THE
COTTAGES
OR IN THE SWEET
GROVES,
BUT THAT
WAS A WARM PLACE
WHERE SUNSHINE
DID LIVE
AND PARTIES
WERE JUST THE
RIGHT THING
TO GIVE…
NOW, IN MY
DANGEROUS
AND WILDEST
DREAMS
COMES THIS
CRAZY BLACK
KITTY
SECRET AND WITTY,
DOUSING MY HEART
WITH THE
QUIET APPROACH,
I KNOW THAT
HE LIKES ME
AND HIDES OUT
TO WAIT
SMILING AS ALWAYS
TO OPEN
THE GATE,
I’LL GIVE HIM
MY HEART
IN A SECOND SWEET
DREAM
IF ONLY HE
WOULD
JUST TASTE UP
THE CREAM,
INSTEAD OF
PAUSING
AND ALWAYS
CAUSING
THAT PANG OF
DELIGHT,
ON BLACK
KITTY
NIGHT!

©JW WINSLOW 2/1/2022




WE WALK BAREFOOT
DESPITE THE COLD
UP THE REC TRAIL
HOT AND BOLD,
THIS IS OUR PLACE
TO CALMLY ERACE
THE WOES OF LIFE
THE PAIN OF STRIFE,
HEREBY HIGHLIGHTING
OUR RECENT STORY
(THE ONE WHERE
EVERYTHING COMES
TO GLORY)
ONLY AFTER A
STRANGLING TIME
OF HARDSHIP
DAYS
OF HUMOR AND RHYME,
NO MATTER WHEN
OR HOW OR WHY
THE JETS SOUND
GREAT
IN THE BIG BLUE SKY,
OFF THEY GO
TO LALA LAND,
WHILE WE WAVE
BYE BYE
AND MAKE OUR STAND,
OFTEN EMPTY
THIS FAMOUS
PLACE
IS A BEACH FOR
THE PURPOSE
OF A FAST EMBRACE,
WASH OFF
THE HEARTBREAK
THE PROBLEMS
OF SURPRISE
ALL OF THOSE
THINGS
THAT MOST LIKELY
ARISE
JUST AT THE
TIME WHEN
YOU NEED
LUCK THE MOST,
IT SEEMS TO
GO SAILING
AWAY UP THE
COAST,
AND OUT COMES
THE IPHONE
DIALED UP
AND READY,
SOME POSING
AND SMILING
WITH A HAND
STRONG
AND STEADY,
POKING
ELOPING
PLAYING WITH DOGS,
TRIPPING ON THINGS
LIKE BIG
WHITE DROWNED
FROGS,


WE COME TO
A STAIRCASE
A FAVORITE OF HIS
WHERE I POSE
AND HE THROWS
THE JOKE
AS IT IS,
I JUMP DOWN
AND RUN
ROUND,
UP ON THE
HILLSIDE
BURY MY FEET
IN THE JUICY
ICE PLANT,
(HE SAYS
I CAN’T)
BUT I CLIMB
AND PEEK
WHILE HE
WILL SEEK
THE RIGHT
HOT ANGLE
TO SMILE AND
TANGLE OUR
DREAM,
SO ALL ALONG
THIS PERSONAL
SONG
WE FIGURE
OUT OUR PLAN,
SO SIMPLE IS
LIFE
WHEN HIDDEN
FROM NO ONE
YOU JUST DISSAPEAR
IN THE FOG
OF UNKNOWN,
LITTLE HOT DOGS
NIPPINGLY MOAN
DYING FOR
SOME ATTENTION…
BUT NOW I WILL
MENTION
IT’S TIME FOR
RETREAT,
WIPE OFF
OUR FEET
AND GO HOME TO EAT…
CONSIDER OUR
LIVES
WHILE
MONTEREY
THRIVES!

©JW WINSLOW 1/1/2022




THERE ARE TIMES
I MUST BE
HIDDEN AWAY
BY THE SUN
AND THE CLOUDS
AND THE SEA,
IT’S PART OF MY SOUL
THIS SALTY AIR
AND FRAGRANT BREEZE
THE LONELY HOWL
OF THE WIND
OFTEN RECINDING
MY PASSION
INTO GRUEL,
ONLY REMINDING
OF THE TERRIBLE
BINDING
THAT LANDS MY
SOUL TO CRUEL,
THERE IS NO
WAY
TO ESCAPE
THE PAIN THAT
LIES SO DEEP
INSIDE,
AND OFTEN
THE LAYERS OF
LONLINESS
PROVIDE
A PLACE TO HIDE,
BUT THE
SUN KNOWS HOW
TO DRAW ME OUT
AND THE WIND
BLOWS IN
MY HAIR,
THE ENORMOUS
STONES AND
ROCKS OF
GHOST TREE
LAND ME
IN THE LAIR
WHERE I WANT
TO BE
ESPECIALLY
TO OPEN UP
MY HEART,
IT’S A PRIVATE
AFFAIR
TO LIVE
IN THERE
WHERE I CANNOT
HIDE
AND BURY
THE PRIDE,
THE ENORMOUS
GAME
THAT COMES
FROM SHAME
AND A BIG
REMORSE
FOR PRETENDING,
I WANT TO
KNOW
WHY I CANNOT
GROW
AWAY FROM
THESE DREAMS
THAT INSIST
ON THE SCHEMES
CONTINUING
THE CHASE
I MAKE
TO ERASE
THE PAIN
OF THE BLAME
CALLED LIFE,


AND THEN THE
WAVES CRASH
BELOW ME,
AND I LISTEN
TO THE
HOLY CINDERS
THAT FLY UPON
THE BREEZE,
AND DESPITE
MY SORROW
AND THE GAME
OF TOMORROW,
I CANNOT CHASE
THE GODDESS
WHO WAS THERE
WHEN I WAS BORN,
AND WALKS ALONG
AS THE ARTISTS
SONG
BECOMES A
MEMORY,
CLOSING MY
EYES TO THE
BLUE OF THE SKIES,
I PICTURE
A NEW DAY
ONE OF TOMORROW
WHILE A GULL
SITS BESIDE ME
AWAITING A SMILE
REMINDING THE
PLEASURE
AND LAUGHTER
BEGUILED,
WHILE GHOST TREE
ONCE MORE
EVENS THE SCORE,
HOLDS ME IN
BONDAGE
ALWAYS BELIEVING
NEVER DECEIVING
MY TENDER
SWEET HEART,
KNOWING FOREVER
WE NEVER WILL PART,
I RISE AND APPEAR
ON THE WAVES
OF THE SHORE,
READY
AND WAITING
TO CRY OUT
FOR MORE, FOR NOW
IS THE MOMENT
OF LOVE…

©JW WINSLOW 12/1/2021