Ants anywhere

"Leaving on a jet plane"
an old song - line
diverting a life
off to a new trail
away from the known
into another group
somewhere else -
yet the parallel life
goes on
whether you are there
or not.

Frenzy

Last minute frenzy
jumping crazily
to finish everything
only to realize
the itch for perfection
is just wishful
abstraction.
This rashness
is foolish behavior
and will only augment
my excessive way
so I should stop
wanting excellence
and settle for
ordinality.

Ordinality is
ordinary and reality
ino one word.

Glitzes

How impatient become have I
that I cannot wait ten seconds
before I question the system
within two blinks of an eye
the blip on the screen me beckons
to react fast in my brain stems.
Yesteryear we wrote with quills
now speed up : our daily thrills.
One day not long from now
humanity will alas kowtow
to its own fabulous know how
yet the human beings are slow
a child still nine month grows
in the womb - and then below.

Beware of the werewolf

I met a werewolf
in his disguise of a male
I was marked
not by his teeth -
but his existence
haunted me forever -
so if you meet a man
beware of his 7th sense
under the full moon
and you will transform
yourself to be with him
and you will have lost
your dignity and your self -
so you become what
I am not....

Scarlett fever

Everyone I know has said that -
some time...
"After all ...
tomorrow is another day."
Everyone I know has done that -
some time...
After all ...
tomorrow is another day."
Did I do what really needed done -
this instant?
"After all ...
tomorrow is another day."
Did Scarlett get her Rhett?
I do not know - yet
tomorrow is another day.

Thanks to Margaret Mitchell
for writing "Gone with the Wind"

Escape ... today

Escape to a fantasy land
will alleviate fears
for the future
Flight from reality leads
you to face pickles
one day and the next
Gateway to dreams lends
a hand of coping
with today.

It rains ..dogs

If I only knew
what my dog had been through
when she was very little -
but she cannot tell
only, hating rain like hell -
runs out to quick piddle.

Simple

creating the basic
baking a bread
is living

Congratulations Mr. Punch

Mr Punch has a birthday today
May 9th in the mist of time
He beats his wife
he murders his infant
he is not beyond incest
he is outrageous
kids sense
that evil exists
yet we all laugh
Mr Punch has a birthday today
May 9th in the mist of time

Awake haiku

Sleep no more, Macbeth,
Every night I fear my bed -
alas, sleeplessness.

done it differently?

tromp - tread lightly
on the way to wheresoever
you know only when
the road is run
that you should have
taken a different one -
alas, hindsight is clear
as the morning mist
forgotten features
of parables from your past
may reapppear of nowhere
and the whole world
collapses as a collage
not properly glued on
but at the time
there was no way of knowing
------ maybe

Past pebbles

history has hearty
long lines -
for on the fourth
of the fifth month
in 1945 at night some
euphoric European
countries counted
freedom from
a terrible terror