THANKFUL

TODAY I AM THANKFUL:
SO FULL OF GRATITUDE
FOR MY LIFE
MY HOME
AND A NEW
ATTITUDE,
THE WARMTH OF
THE SUN AS IT
SHINES ON MY BACK
WALKING THE HILLS
AND FIELDS OF ATTACK,
WHILE TORRENTS OF
RAINWATER
GUSH ON BY
I AM SO THANKFUL
THAT TODAY IS DRY
WHILE THE
MOON’S WIDE EYE
GLOWS
IN THE DARKEST SKY
(LAST NIGHT)
WHAT A SIGHT:
STARS TWINKLING
AND THE MILKY WAY
SMILING AT ME
WHAT MORE CAN
I SAY
BEFORE I REALIZE
THESE ARE THE
GIFTS THAT CARRY
AND LIFT,
THE TREASURES
AND DREAMS
THE THINGS WITHOUT
MEASURE:
MY BROTHER
MY SISTER
THE HOURS OF
PLEASURE
WHILE
CREATING MY BOOKS
AND CASTING ASUNDER
UNBEARABLE STRANDS
THE JOY OF
GIFTING TO
OPEN HANDS
THAT UNDERSTAND
MY MEANING,
SO IF YOU ARE
LEANING
INTO THE DEPTHS
LOOK AROUND
AND SEE
WHAT LIFE CAN BE:


GIVEN THIS HOUR
THE POWER OF
LOVE
THE JOY OF THE SEA
THE TIME SPENT
IN SHARING
JUST YOU AND ME,
THE SWEET TASTE
OF FREEDOM
THE LIFE WITHOUT
DOUBT,
THE MUSIC THAT
SHINES IN MY HEART
COMES ABOUT
LOOPING IN RHYTHM
AS I CLIMB UP THE
HILL
WATCHING THE WAVES
FROM MY WINDOWSILL,
THE FRESH BREATH
OF AIR
WHEN TRAGIC DESPAIR
THREATENS MY SOUL,
I REACH OUT TO MY
GOD
WHO WILL ALWAYS
CONSOLE,
I LISTEN FOR WORDS
FROM THE SILENCE
OF NIGHT,
THE SLY HUMMINGBIRD
WHO ZOOMS OFF
IN FLIGHT,
THE VOICE IN
THE MIRROR
THANKFUL AND FREE
TODAY I AM HAPPY
JUST TO BE ME.

©J.W. WINSLOW 3/1/17

POWER OF THE FEMININE

IT HAPPENED THE
DAY WHEN
OTHER THINGS
WERE GOING ON,
BUT THIS EVENT
FAR OUTREACHED
THE GRAYHAIRED/
BLOND GUY
(WHALER BEACHED),
FOR THE POWER
OF THE FEMININE
THE GATHERING
OF WOMEN
ROSE UP IN ARMS
TRIPPING ALL THE
STRONG ALARMS:
WE ARE MARCHING
TO BE HEARD
SO LISTEN TO
OUR EVERY WORD
WE HAVE A LOT
TO SAY:
MOTHERS, DAUGHTERS
AUNTS, MARAUDERS,
BLACK AND WHITE
AND RED,
WE STORMED UPON
WASHINGTON
TO SHOW THE WORLD
WE ARE NOT GONE
OR EVEN QUIET
WE HAVE COME TO
CAUSE A RIOT
A DISTANCE BETWEEN
THE WILD AND
THE GREEN,
AND NONSENSE BETRAYED
WE ARE NOT AFRAID
TO STAND UP STRAIGHT
BECAUSE WE WILL NOT
HAVE TO WAIT
FOR LONG:
OUR SONG IS NOW,
TODAY, THIS MINUTE
COMING CLOSE TO
OUR FINAL LIMIT
YOU MUST NOT TAKE
OUR RIGHTS AWAY,
GIVEN ONCE
WE KNOW WE MAY
HAVE BOUNDARIES
BUT LISTEN CAREFULLY
TO OUR VOICE,
WE ARE SPEAKING
FOR THE COMMON
CHOICE,
THE GIRL
WHO IS YOUNG
AND JUST BEGUN,
AND THE WOMAN
WITH LITTLE TO SHOW
FOR YEARS OF OPPRESSION
FROM ABOVE AND
BELOW,
TO THE IMMIGRANT
FEMS AND THE MIRACLE
GEMS WHO FOUND
THEIR FREEDOM
BEHIND THE STATUE
OF LIBERTY,
UNAFRAID, BOLD AND
RARELY SOLD
SUCH A BILL
OF GOODS AS THESE,


 
YOU CANNOT THINK
THAT WE WILL BLINK
THE FIGHT HAS
JUST BEGUN,
AND WE WILL KEEP
THEM ON THE RUN,
THE NAYSAYERS AND
SADISTS,
THE BOMBASTIC
CRAZIES
THE SUITS AND TIES
THE FOOLISH LAZIES
WHO TAKE US FOR GRANTED
AND THINK WE’RE
ENCHANTED
WITH SILLY TOMFOOLERY,
NO CROOKS MAY
APPLY
TO OPEN OUR EYES
WE KNOW WHAT
WE NEED,
NOT ANGER
OR GREED
BUT PASSION AND
CHILDREN WHO ARE
RAISED IN A LAND
WHERE EVERY YOUNG
CITIZEN MAY
RISE AND STAND,
WHERE MEN KEEP
THEIR WORD
AND WOMEN ARE HEARD
IT’S NOT JUST A DREAM
AS IT MAY SEEM,
BUT OPEN YOUR EYES
AND SEE WITH
SURPRISE
THE MILLION GREAT
FEMS WHO FACE
YOU TODAY, AND TOMORROW
AND AFTER
WITH TEARS AND
WITH LAUGHTER,
WE FIGHT AND WE SING,
WE RAIL AND WE SWING
WHAT EVER IT TAKES
MAKE NO MISTAKE
YOUR FUTURE IS IN
OUR HANDS,
TODAY
TOMORROW
FOREVER MORE
WE WILL TAKE OUR
BIG HEARTS
AND FINALLY
SOAR,
INTO THE SKY
WHERE THE MOON
IS ON HIGH
AND OUR LOVE
AND OUR PEACE
WILL
NEVER CEASE.

©J.W. WINSLOW 2/1/17

SLEEPING NEXT TO BRIAN (WILSON)

AMIDST ROASTING ALMONDS
AND PACKAGES DELIVERED
LIGHTS WENT UP
AND BRANCHES QUIVERED
AS OUR TREE BLINKED WILD
T’WAS LIKE CHRISTMAS
FOR A HAPPY CHILD,
MY FRIENDS CRACKED CRAB
IN THE HOUSE OF TESTOSTERONE:
A FLOURISHING LOVING
PARTY TO OWN,
BUT FIRST CAME THE BOOKS:
THE LONG SIDEWAYS LOOKS
A BIT OF DESPAIR
WE HAD TO MAKE SURE
THEY WERE PACKED
AND ALL THERE,
AND SOON THEY ARRIVED
IN A PAIR OF TRUCKS
EACH ONE MORE SHINY
AND BEARING GOOD LUCK,
THE BEDLAM BEGAN
IN A STUDIOUS WAY
LIKE KIDS OUT OF SCHOOL
AND READY TO PLAY,
LIFTING AND CARTING
ALWAYS OUTSMARTING
THE VERY NEXT ACT,
THEY WOULD SURELY
BE BACK,
SO AFTER TWO DAYS
OF HAULING THE TOMES
WE FINALLY GOT THEM
ALL SET UP AT HOME,
AND CHRISTMAS BEGAN
IN A MOST PROPER WAY
BAKING THE COOKIES
FOR LATER THAT DAY,
MOULDING AND SHAPING
THE NEW RECIPE
IT WAS REALLY GOOD FUN,
AND SOMETHING
TO SEE,
WE WENT TO JOSE’S
FOR THE MEXICAN SPICE,
WITH SNAZZY FISH TACOS
FRESH BEANS AND RICE,
MAKING A LIST
TO BE SURE OF OURSELVES
WE ENTERED THE SPACE
OF THE QUIRKY OLD ELFS,


 
AND SOON IT WAS TIME
TO OPEN THE GIFTS
TEAR ALL THE PAPER
AND RIBBONS AND BOWS
CALL UP THE FAMILY
AND RENDER OUR POSE,
MUSICAL PRESENTS
FOR ME AND MY EARS
THE GAGA
AND YAYA
OF HOT GOLDEN TEARS,
A BLUE HIBISCUS WAS
UNDER THE TREE +
A RED BOUGAINVILLEA
TO MY BROTHER
FROM ME,
A HEARTWARMING BOX
OF CHOCOLATE DELIGHT
DEMANDED A TASTE
IN THE DARK OF NIGHT
WHEN I SLIPPED INTO BED,
WITH VISIONS OF BOOKS
FILLING MY HEAD,
I TURNED ON THE LIGHT
FOR ONE LAST LOOK
AT ANOTHER SWEET GIFT
THE ONE SPECIAL BOOK
THAT GAVE ME A LIFT:
THE STORY OF BRIAN
THE BEACH BOY FROM HEAVEN
THE ICONIC GENIUS
OF SIXTIES PLUS SEVEN
A MAN I ADMIRE
MORE THAN THE REST
HE CLIMBED OUT OF HELL
TO GIVE US HIS BEST,
THE MUSIC THAT GUIDES ME
AND NESTLES INSIDE ME,
SNUGGLED RIGHT THERE
AS I SAILED OFF
TO SLEEP,
A VISION OF CHRISTMAS
FOREVER TO KEEP:
CROSSING MY FINGERS
AND PRAYING WITH GLEE
THAT SOME OF HIS STARDUST
MIGHT RUB OFF ON ME!

©J.W. WINSLOW 1/1/17