Solstice to New Year’s Jam

[judih]

there is weather
on both sides of the ocean
may your breath thaw

[WIREMAN]

Jam keeps
Chuggin along
Into uncharted
Territory

[saw]

here we go
into the jam-blue yonder
running headlong into the new year
what better way than to jam your thoughts
off the cuff, improvisational approach
and here we come like it or not
look out 2018, you haven't seen anything yet
we are standing on the verge of getting it on
P Funk Parliament will adjudicate our messages
Mr. George Clinton, not Hillary
here we come world, poets of the world
studio eight version xpy22h99443
we are the world, we are the children
we are the music within the jam of ideas
inside the notions of the loyal cadre here....
jam away brothers and sisters

[judih]

thermal mind
faces any windchill
their little dog

[stilltrucking]

2018
we sing another verse
of lions and tigers and bears oh my
as we venture into uncharted territory
with friends
both golden and silver

[still.trucking]

winter hardly feels like uncharted territory for me
in winter they say pneumonia is an old man's friend
then again I have heard it is not
I know when I smoke during the winter I am usually sick as a dog in February

Getting a jump on 2018
I already broke two resolutions , just for practice

Heard a song today I never heard before

Left eye, right eye
Take a look around
Everybody's heading
For a hole in the ground
And it's the Dance of Shiva
It's the Twilight of the Gods
Thunder and lightning
'Til the break of dawn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9O2S1pH1bOo

[Arcadia]

Mourning for casualities
in shops, corners, buses, waiting rooms
easy time for giving stories
& wanted to be listened
beyond conventional relatedness
& cell phone possibilities.
Old homes losted
criminal known faces
doors closed
empty words tiredness
memories in alchemy

[Arcadia]

city´s burning
(fingers crossed
for electricity)

[the mingo]

gonna syncopate the motivate
pulsate & promulgate
celebrate & circulate
never never hesitate
right here break the rhyme scheme
relate to another dream
going on downstream
I may curse but never blaspheme
I may be crazy
but I ain't dead
and when I get hungry
I feed me
go gypsy

[the mingo]

Veronica !

[saw]

listenin' to wilson pickett
feelin funky, the snow has blanketed the road
the big chill is no longer just a movie
teeth rattle, noses cry
our arctic sister's breath is on the ears
and people walk faster than usual,
creedence clearwater comes on
bad moon is a perfect segue
to a hearty deep freeze, the plumbers
always make a lot of dough with frozen pipes
the pickups with plows do ok too
sometimes they drive 48 hours straight
which a bit disconcerting for the guy in the beetle
are you awake bro ?....go home see your kids
santana is up and ready, the congas are warm
soul sacrifice always digs in deep, sound track
birthday present, ken burns, vietnam.....

[WIREMAN]

Happy happy Steve!
Vietnam, a tourist destination now
Who'd a thunk it
Cold...cold....cold....
But we're all still alive and kickin'
We b jammin'
Wouldn't it be cool if
we could al find a time to
Jam at the same time
Just a thought
Kinda like when litkicks
was in sync
Jammin thru to the New Years
We're still standing

[sasha]

light snow here in the Fitz
just a dusting of powder
confectioner's sugar sprinkled on a cake
still cold
but might get up into double-digits
gonna take the dog
down to birch hill
unleash him
let him run
get in a few miles
wave to the snowmobiles
those gleaming, roaring, stinking steeds -
then listen to the silence they leave behind...
maybe they cover more ground
but I bet we see more of it
ours is a humble meal
black bean soup from a wooden bowl
taken at an oaken table
next to the fire
rather than gorging
at a banquet of opulent excess
from gold and silver platters
simplicity suits me better
the joy of standing still
the poignant certainty
that in these quiet woods
we belong

[judih]

saturday says shalom
it's been a gorgeous day
orange groves

daughter on futon
her head into chemistry
here and now gone

[Doreen Peri]

Anxiously awaiting
The turn of the calendar
believing some type
of magic might
materialize

We can be
our own saviors,
writing dreams into
manifestation

Believe in the calendar.
Our days are numbered.