Just Can’t Remember

 

 

I went back inside

For what, I can’t remember

And this happens daily

From January to December.

 

It has to be important

Though what, I cannot say

And believe me when I tell you

It happens every day.

 

Those two appliances

I mix up all the time:

The microwave and refrigerator

Always come to mind.

 

One is near the other

And that could be why

But I check myself at the very last

And I’m still getting by.

 

If you lose something

First check your hand,

Friend, it’s not a laughing matter,

Not even nearly, fam.

 

If you miss your phone

Why not check your ear?

That’s where it could well be;

I just hope you hear.

 

 

What is your name?

I can’t recall it now,

I know we’ve been friends a while

But I’ve forgotten somehow.

 

It happened recently

But I can’t remember who,

You can laugh at me all you want

But it happens to you too.

 

I am still driving

And I still do so at nights

And I do not have any problem

With oncoming lights.

 

I fight fire with fire

And I have bright lights too,

Keep your bright lights in my eyes

And mine will affect your view. 

 

 

 

The lights are no bother

But often I don’t recall

And the land marks I see in the day

At night aren’t there at all.

 

They simply disappear

Or go into hiding

And don’t come out to direct me

At night when I’m driving.

 

And those roundabouts!

At night they confuse me

Especially those far-out ones

Not negotiated recently.

 

Even the Internet

Where I spend much time,

Sometimes I just can’t remember

Something I want to find.

 

But I remember my name

And my address too

And if I forget either of these,

I can ask you.

 

 

And I remember family

At least for the most part,

And I still remember the one

That’s closest to my heart.

 

I can still write a poem

With relative ease

Whether it is an important topic

Or just to tease.

 

And most of all,

I still trust in God

And I do remember and declare,

He is my all in all.

 

Stewart Russell © November 30, 2024

 

 

Another Silly Season

 

 

 

We are in the silly season

With Christmas as its goal

And with the day quickly approaching

The silly are becoming bold.

 

The motorists on the street

With the pedestrians in between,

Both oblivious of the other

Heading for an awful scene.

 

The honking of car horns

And the ignoring of the same,

Yes, we are in the silly season

At this Christmas time again.

 

“Wait, whuh wrong wid you?

That ain got no horn?”

And if you dare to honk the horn,

The look is one of scorn.

 

“Wait, you cahn wait?”

You hear this on honking a horn,

“You had better tek it easy!”

The offended is likely to warn.

 

For stretches on the highway

Lines of vehicles you can see

And some are cutting in and out

Not caring about anybody.

 

 

Roundabouts are blocked up

By injudicious motorists

With ZR vans still forcing through

Willing to take the risks.

 

The city stores are crowded

And the country malls likewise

With the villain plying his trade

Like a shopper disguised.

 

The prices have definitely risen

The bargains have decreased

But the shopper is intent on procuring

That desired furnishing piece. 

Having discarded the old set

It is time to buy the new

And there is no time like Christmas

That special project to do.

 

Severely out of pocket

But still in the spending queue

Since only after January and February

A payment will become due.

 

That practically gives to me

Three months to show off the new set,

After this Courts can repossess it

And I wouldn’t have a regret.

 

 

It’s the silly season again

On the street and in the home,

Housewives doing myriad tasks

And speaking on the phone.

 

“Uh just burnt the stupid meat

And de pot boiling over too!

This is because of this lot o’ time

I’s spend on the phone wid you.”

 

It really could be worse,

The house could have been burnt

But in the Christmas silly season

Such lessons are not learnt.

 

 

Listen out for housefires

Though I pray there won't be any

But it’s around the Christmas time

That people are mostly silly.

 

It’s another silly season,

We are almost back to the norm

But there is still a COVID directive

So my friend, be warned!

 

Stewart Russell © December 12, 2022