Tag Archives: California

Scenes on Sunday ~ Pacific Ocean

out to the west of me the sun is going down

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

shadows on silk as the night rolls in

Scenes on Sunday ~ California

being anywhere with anyone has got to be better than lockdown

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

California, mostly empty

Scenes on Sunday ~ Waves

waves are the voices of time and the tides

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

nothing like Californian noonday light

to brighten a photograph

a soul just cries

break my heart and my soul cries for love into the desert dust

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letters lie there helplessly

in a pile inside the door

I’ve tried but I just can’t

remember who they’re for

the past fades

the future hides

and time just glides

then you say America

and that makes me smile

I haven’t seen America

for such a long long while

a soul just cries

new thoughts arise

of blue skies calm seas

But you said California

and it made me smile

if I ever see California

my blue eyes will shine

and as for love

it’s much to old

a story to believe

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

the Pacific listens to my crying soul

Hot California Nights

I can’t stop looking at you, can I buy you a drink?

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on a stool at the bar

a foxy woman, solitary

older, alone in a dark corner

drinking straight bourbon, heavily

staring blankly down at the counter

conversations offered ending unhappily

perhaps I could and should have ignored her

I knew it could only end in one way

her bad memories, bitter tears

but gently I lead her away

carefully to my car

where she vomited, noisily, messily

the fox confirmed my worst fears

but later I still had my way

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

wealth, foxy women, and too much wine

can make anything happen in this life

 

(the poetic form is a bastardized Rondeau)

 

Hospital Introspection

knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom

I think that it’s acceptable for me to be apprehensive, introspective, and a little depressed ~ I’m pretty certain this is day #5 of my lying on this hospital bed.  I haven’t been able to get up at all, because of the tubes, drips, and because moving is painful for me.  Being immobile on a hospital bed, with very little control of my own life, and very little privacy isn’t a joyous time.

At least the catheter was removed this morning, right after the phlebotomist took my blood for the umpteenth time.  Nobody tells you that catheter removal is painful, and that there’s probably going to be blood.  At least the nurses make me a cup of tea after they wake me up at 5 a.m.  I thank them profusely for that.

As it happens I am not looking forward to going for a pee.

I have been trying to make the best of things;

We ought to hear at least one little song every day, read a good poem, see a first-rate painting, and if possible speak a few sensible words.  ~  von Goethe

My concentration has come back sufficiently for me to do most of that ~ the sensible words thing may still be eluding me.  Maybe the things I write on here contain a few sensible words.

One good thing has come out of this, I have realised that many of the people who know me on here, genuinely care about me and my welfare.  I am pleased to call them my friends.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

I like the California desert

I wish I was there now

Scenes on Sunday ~ California Road Trip

the life you have led doesn’t need to be the only life you have

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

sometimes, only a convertible Mustang will do, with a very cute girl riding shotgun

Hotel California

staying in cockroach city is OK if you’re with the right woman

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Maybe I was

Scenes on Sunday ~ Cold Beaches

not all beaches bask under a Californian summer sun

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

this is what it’s like in sunny California

what a smashing lifeguard

A Californian I Am Not

California is a nice place to live, if you happen to be a hippie.

Orange County in Southern California is a very beautiful place to spend early summer ~ the great weather, fabulous beaches, and fascinating countryside….. But any Englishman thinking of coming here for the very first time needs to know that SoCal is as different from the Shires as Wensleydale cheese is from the muck known as American cheese.

George Bernard Shaw once said that England and America are two countries separated by a common language.  This is manifestly true.  Californians do not know how to speak or understand English, even if Spanish is not their first language.  Certainly no Californian will ever understand English humour, irony, sarcasm, or know what real honesty is about.  Also Californians have a language of their own; WTF does ‘Jonesing’ mean?

There is popular movement that calls on us all to walk 10,000 steps a day.  Californians do not walk anywhere, unless they are a penniless bum.  A Californian will drive to the gym and then spend some time on the treadmill while listening to mindless music.

And, Californians are among the very worst drivers I have ever come across, possibly barring the French.  The two real downsides are #1 all Americans think they are good drivers, #2 in California the standard of driving worsens by age, sex, and ethnicity, (not how you’d think).

Californians even drive to and from what they are pleased to call a pub.  I’ve been in several pubs / sports bars here, and to any decent Englishman they are universally appalling.  Do Not think you will get a decent pint of beer here, they serve dross such as pineapple flavoured beer.  Americans are also pleased to sit at the bar and watch sports TV all night.  Do Not eat the food in any American  pub / sports bar.

Some Californian food is fabulous, you can get a wonderful steak and salad here.  On the other hand sushi is popular here, and so is serving nasty cheese with everything.  Do not try ‘Mexican’ food, it’s greasy muck with jalapeno.

Some say that California is the Golden State.  And that saying ‘have a nice day’ isn’t actually an insult.  All I know is that bikers, drop-outs, hippies, stoners, and surf bums do well here.

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Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

The beach bars are cool in California,

and some serve good food,

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