Frustated fruit

Bitter autumn
enjoys frustrations
fruit picker

First senryu

Summer's end
Poetic strike
Tragic word play.

Auguring Autumn

another fifth season
crisp - morning
brisk- evening
moon waning
September sings
its last days
the praying mantis
is dead -
leaves are dropping
and coloring
the days of glorious
auguring autumn

More on Bel-Ami

Bel-Ami is getting hitched
to-day
many girls will sigh and cry
but it is time
Bel-Ami is getting hitched

Bel-Ami is gaining a friend
for life
many girls will cry foul
but it is time
Bel-Ami is gaining a friend

Bel-Ami is an inamorato
for life
his wife will applaud
and it is time
Bel-Ami is an inamorato

Bel-Ami is a lucky guy
to-day
This will be good
time is changing
Bel-Ami to Beau-Mari

Yet when I think of him
he will be always my Ken-Ami

Old versus new

A thing of the past
a cursive hand
smoothly written -
reflection demands.

To-day emails fired
quickly, lethal,
without a thought.
We - neanderthal?

Our fast connections
promptly are sent.
Convenient - yes!
Brains often absent.

However, it's nice -
to hear from old friends
in any way
this lament must end.

So poet - get off
your high horse so thin!
When was last time
you sat with a pen??

To Elincalime

19 minutes, Bel-Ami

Bel-Ami had an accident today

if he had not had that big fat
heavy car he would have been

smashed
flattened
squished

like the kid this summer
who is no longer
as old as my youngest

It told me one thing
that I keep forgetting

Live in the now
Walk the dog
Hug the world

19 minutes and then you might be -
on the landfill/
in the grave/
over the rainbow

Bel-Ami had an accident today

A mother's why?

Sadness fills my evening
a friend is in severe pain
telling me about her son
who is her only one.
So high hopes she had
but she was both father
and mother to the lad -
the dad so into his own
just similar to his offspring
again - a dance of anger
threesome tangled rings.
The son brilliantly bright
could do anything - yet
failed to live up to his own.
Sadness has invaded his mom
she cannot reach him
bailing him out almost always
and the kid smart as he is
if not one - then he taps
his father for needed dole.
He is working, living,
drinking, and whatever.
He lost his driver's license,
he lost his car, his old friends
threw him out -
living with new friends
until .... whenever.
Is he self-medicating?
Who knows - does anyone
realize what's going on
inside a human soul?
Is it just a sordid role
he is playing to get back
at the people who loves him most?
Is he depressed - can he boast
of waddling in self-pity
or doesn't he care to use that mind
he once so brilliantly had?
He cuts his mom off for months
and only when he needs money
or shelter he will appear.
This mother refuses to give up -
is trying to get a grasp of why?
She does not want to see him
in prison or worse - on the streets.
How can she reach him, she asks?
I really don't know - there are
several ways - some will work
for some - others will work for others
I tried to listen and give my 5 cents,
alas, my 5 were not satisfying enough
neither to the giver nor to the seeker.
Wishing I could have been more helpful,
what a sad waste of a wonder
an unreachable enclosed child
a sleeping beauty - never to wake
before it may be way too late, - yet -
his mother's heart is about to break.

Not now - not then - not ever

The commoner screams alert
the elected waddles in kickbacks.
Solon was so on the ball -
no honest politician will be found.
Not now - not then - not ever.
The nature of politics is beastly -
dog bites dog - man fights man -
true democracy holds this fallacy,
but we can all dream of illusions.

Daily comment

Flying high: a rocket away from the earth

flying low: a stealth stealing to bomb dirt

lying high: a man dressed in a fancy shirt

lying low: a rumormonger on the alert

spying high: a warrior seemingly overt

spying low: a congress saying: subvert

Empty haiku

A post was empty
the poet deleted it
obviously bad.

Bel-Ami Encore

he is a dreamchild
he is what a man should be
he is my BelAmi

he is a male child
he is what a friend should be
he is my BelAmi

he is a sad child
he is what a man is when lost
he is a BelAmi

he is a fun child
he is what a lover should be
alas, he is not for me
yet
he is my BelAmi

he is a groom
he is what a husband should become
wishing him luck -

Bel-Ami.

'Ness

youthfulness
middleageness
oldageness
other kinds of 'ness

somethingness
anythingness
nothingness
more kinds of 'ness

sadness
stillness
quietness
all kinds of 'ness

Erato errata

Völva Vigga shook her mane
today it was stark black
vicarious ways to change a name
of who started what.

War of a president now tagged
for a war of a general
would not fool the big brass -
only the public ephemeral.

How dare the people in power
try to throw scraps of cake
instead of standing up and glower
admitting their defeats of late.

Völva Vigga perused a figurine
standing erect, looking faraway -
ebullient Erato made of citrine -
frowning fiercely forever a day.

Vigga swore under her breath
the victors have history rewritten
the researchers routinely conquest',
but this time truth intermittent.

Mighty misnomers - miserable -
for this president - not a first -
ingenious invention of ignobles
the trail of truth traversed by thirst.

The Völva Vigga wondered wearily
how common man held at bay
would grasp that Erato figurally
instantaneously is erratum today.

Birthday Haiku

Mom of my grandson
you are one fabulous gal
Lady in Aussie.

La vie a trois

La jeunesse embrasse la naïveté
l'âge moyen encombre la vivacité
L'âge avance embrume la ménagerie.

Why?

Midlife is a scary time
Hormones flying not so bright
the last fling before old age!

Sheer "I cannot help it"
coup de foudre - never felt
this way before/ever.

I evolved - he/she didn't
Changing persona or
challenges from within.

A gifted man

this timbre of his craft
to many he was a titan
to others a true traitor
a generous man with a gift
he performed - he sang
his voice - a superb tenor
we have his vocalizations
on records for our storage
forever until another idol....

On Luciano Pavarotti's death.

Faust und frei

Ohne Faust und seinen Teufel
konnte man nicht begreifen
warum die faule Menschbeutel
ein strebend Abenteuer antreiben.
Leider wissen wir niemals
ob Belzebub zufrieden sei -
denn das Objekt war jedenfalls -
das Mensch wird nimmer frei.

A "romantic" sonnet

Of Shakespeare's romantic sonnets
came thousands of couplets and bonnets
couplets were thoughts and wild verses
bonnets covered beloveds' mild tresses.
One thought was repeatedly heard,
"I can't live without my blue bird".
Wild yearnings of poets endowed
doubts of dear darlings enshroud'.
Yet writers and dreamers of love
tell tales to dwellers of the earth -
ars amandis and behavior so courtly.
Whereas reality is not a dream dove -
power and sex - death and birth
paints better this petite life portly.

Thoughts over a day

It was a quiet day
in the writing lab
not much going on
yet.
It was a quiet night
in the fire station
not much going on
yet.
It was a quiet day
in the wide desert
not much going on ...
war.
It was a quiet day
in the hospital
not much going on ...
death.

Continue ad nauseam
yet...
In the writing lab
words and thoughts
were created.
In the fire station
alarms responded to
and lives saved.
In the desert
the animals awaited
and procreated.
In the hospital
a Cesarean birth
was celebrated.

Down to earth

The scope of the globe
stands to lose all hope
the earth is warming
- heed her fair warning.
Alas, fools remain
this poem is in vain.

Notes sur la memoire

La nature de la mémoire
est telle comme des oiseaux
volant vers le sud a l'automne,
des notes de la symphonie
nous quittent immédiatement
et ceux qui restent pâlent.
Maintes fois leurs vagues
me trouvent épatantes
et je deviendrai vivante.

Power haiku

Abuse of power
signifies lack of respect
for the common man.