Candy Choices

hard choices at the movie store -
hard core action films
tear jerking dramas from sundance,
foreign Tasmanian dervishes,
romantic dramas or serious life stories,
how about a romantic comedy?
or a vivid computerized vision -
a magnificent reality check!
soon we will be able to have
Kermit the Frog as James Bond
a young Sean Connery as Heathcliff
and Julia Roberts as Marguerite.
icons changed as we want them
computer candy for everyone
brave new bit world

Streaks

the sky had blue hair
with grayish/white streaks
elegantly blended by planes
the lady had dark hair
with golden/white streaks
stunningly blended by a bottle
mother earth had black hair
with brownish/yellow streaks
sadly blended by ignorance

Crazy verse

Read somewhere,
"an attitude
with gratitude,"
think right here;
is latitude
to occlude.

No nothing

No inspiration
is forthcoming
nil - zip - nada
that in itself
is inspiring, or not?

No interpretation
is flinching about
nil - zip - nada
that in itself
is inconsequent, or not!

No invalidation
is foreseen
nil - zip- nada
that in itself
is intimidating or not?!

Far-away fables

A picture of an ancient palace
I got from a travelling friend
a dream place I will never see
my mother told me stories.
One emperor stood emphatically out
from that faraway fantasy land
a dreamt up fantastic man
whose world did not resemble mine.
My mother's morality mindful tales
were enthroned and encouraging,
yet I knew they were fairy fables
to germinate in me a zest for life.

Running water

I hear the running water
the shower of my daughter
and I smile -
I do not hear my son
too far away - in body - in spirit.
Yet inside my wired brain cells
a very vivid picture
of him cuddling his own son
robustly remains.
My other son floats in and out
like a catterpillar readying
to fly, where will he go?
Good thoughts pouring out
intercepted by the drumming.

Healthy body?

Slovenly with health
not building stealth
muscles and wealth
signify sadly dire signs
slobbingly weird minds
of an infantile kind.
Wake up, smell the decay
of gravestones on the day
before to rest you stay.
Sound body, sound smarts
take care of your parts -
fair warning - for starts.

On seeing "La vie en Rose" realizing
Piaf's cracked-up body, osteoporosis big time.
My mother had the disease.

Mozart's grave encounter

one a shadowy
December
day at dusk

hark his invincible
songs -

the stone figure's
invisible pride
composed -
burst of beautiful
talent silenced
2 centuries ago -

a pauper's grave
necrologically positioned
never found
postulated for posterity
somewhere oddly
off in vibrant Wien -
yet this immortal
melodious
miraculous mass
of Mozart's magic
imaginatively spins
around this
false funeral
separated sepulchre
on this wintry

dark day in December

Mozart's muse's gift:
pax vobiscum.

November warmth

Staring at the November rain
from inside a cosy warm house
intoxicates my rattling insides.
Ice ages come and go.
Evolution miracles from dry caves
mild savanna springs
earthly abundance
rich soils, fresh clean waters for
millions of years.
Industrial revolution
pollutes the lodestar.
We did not know
at the time.
Now we do.
Would I be willing to give up
the warm shelter of this abode?
If solar and wind energy
would take over - yes.
The November day is lightening up.

Seussical verse

Can you rhyme
and mime
at the same time?
Can you sign
and flip a dime
a rock climb?
Can you bolt
with a dolt
riding a colt?
Can you molt
with a jolt
to a fault?
Alas my verse
ends just terse
in a hearse.

Knock - Knock - who's there?

I did not disturb your peace -
yet you think you
have the right to preach
what you believe
on my quiet Sunday morning.

May your God be with you
and leave me to mine.

Leaf's pirouette

fouetté follows
the winds stark
demands
pirouette
pas de chat
a leaf's dying dance

Will-o'-the-wisp

Red liquid simmering
in the candlelit room
bewitches thoughts
of a summer's illusion.
Sights dances frenziedly,
alas - only the fool's joke.
Let my poor mind drown
my soul's narcissistic desires
in blushing burgundy claret.