Whippersnappers

When young you presume
you know everything
you whip - you snap
you strutt your stuff
young whelps whippersnap.
An immature feels important
the egocentrics boast of
their little knowledge
pretentiously in senior age
old coots whippersnap.
Lack of infinite wisdom
creates tons of dimwits
seeking no new insights
alas - we sometimes forget
our bit of whip in a snap.

jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy

jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy
go out and get those wheels turning
go out and use your last credit
your state's taxes count on you
the holidays are all about gifts
jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy
the executives cannot live their fancy life
if you don't buy your kids
the latest battery-operated fads
that nobody needs - next year -
jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy
drive to the stores in your suvs
fight over the nearest parking spot
heaven forbid you should walk an extra yard
fight with your spouse over who gets what
jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy
wall street need main street
and even the good ole back streets
to satisfy its needs for riding
lear jets to fijii playing
jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy
the fruits we grow are rotten
how we support the economy
with a war - with two wars
aint going to help the world just
jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy

Thanks haiku

five words of today
express simple gratitude
thank you for the earth

Numbers 4 fun

4 10 gallon hats 2
b filled 2 the brim
with joyrides
of a super kind
never 2 come back
2 the 9es
alas, 4 the hats
and the rides
they are, but air.

4 u I've cre8ed
1 puzzle filled
with funrides
in 10 gallon-hats
on a rollercoaster
grasping on 2 the 10er
gliding wildly down
hair8ing - get the picture:
splashing the 9es.

Found the answer?
- yes - the poet
has gone overboard!

Get it???

Polyvalent agents
in chemistry
work against each other.
Political polyvalence
in congress
fight against each other.
Results - antigens'
reactions proliferate
alas non-cooperation.
Antiagents - serum
can inocculate
against hate and envy.
Is homo sapiens
ready to coagulate
to cooperate?

Slam poetry

I learned a new term:
slam poetry,
you just sling out
your feelings
without too much
afterthought.
I did not know
that I had been
modern for so long!

Rainbows' resilience
of painted scenery
portrays colorful
insights into
the seeking souls
soothing their upset
spirits - showing
only sorrows.

Slam songs is said
to mostly veer
towards sadness.
Grief wins
over beauty.

Reflective realities

Darkening dusk
drifting - the dog and I
rove the native grounds
in our neighborhood
the barren trees
have shedded the last leaves
it is November it is cold
it is dark
that's our reality
what's yours?

Is it swaying palm trees
sitting on a bar stool
watching the setting sun
slowly slurping
your dry martini
as your lover gradually
let the backside of his hand
slide gingerly up and down
your thigh - an alluring
invite to make love?

Or is it fighting
a war somewhere in snow capped
dangerous pikes - howling winds
with no end in sight
to your battles against
what your leaders consider
the horrible enemies
supported monetarily
by others who hold their
own vicious agendas
not caring at all whether
you live or die?

Or is it cradling
your firstborn who has
just been born to you and
the unknown man who raped
you for your virginity
and yet your cannot
help looking at the wonder?

Or is it working
dedicatedly for a better
and more enlightening
world, somewhere building
houses for the poor
in a hot humidity
seeing that there is
hope after all?

Or is it being
alive where ever you are
and having lived
a truly productive
long life - wrinkled
in a rocking chair
gazing at children
playing in the street
watching that life
still grows gingerly
through unfairness
hate, poverty and war
realizing in spite
that rainbow flowers
will still bloom
when we are gone?

Angry haiku

bail-outs and nail-outs
who but the rich will profit
thorns struck war of bush

Mr. photographer

Mr. photographer:
of various and sundries,
faces and wines,
of sadness, marionettes,
whether on your own turf
or, surely, on mine
you will see what I don't
musings fair or blind
your skill, perspective,
your training, or just luck -
Mr. Photographer
you revile - you pluck
out of nowhere you grasp
out of the ordinary
that we are who we are
that Mr. Photographer
is your showing vine.

To my friends Mike and Chandler
http://www.galeriedeglantine.com/

Minimalists :)

Poets tend to be
minimalists
instead of composing
large oeuvres

proof: a "life" haiku

admonished: walk straight
bent roads blink beguilingly
despite rose' thorns prick

If you can say
in few words why, what,
where, when, and who

then you could be
a "menshevik"
if you mayhap
positions yourself to
be a poetical mensch?

needled by
an introspective
teeny musing :)

Drama queens

Yells and screams
from drama queens
what to do - tally ho
stop their feeding
and conceding
having indulged
the battle of bulge
redraw - no reaction
finally - no attraction
for screams and yells
drama queens' quelled.

The sun's day

Sunday morning breakfast table
today's paper spread out at random
mellow flavors of pancakes
coming from the kitchen
the kids grown up are creating
their same childhood aromas
now sharing with the old folks
coffee attuned to the palates
of the individual household
eternal continuum of Sundays

Mutt

I have a mutt
she is intelligent
she is a survivor
she came from a shelter
she was a teenager mom
she is half beagle
she is half coonhound
she is a dash of ???
she is a mutt
like me
-
when I tell her story
most people say
that mutts are the best
I always add
we are all mutts
and they nod

Ken

I ken Ken
Ken kens not she
so Ken kens not
his ken
I ken Ken


To Ken R

Voices

Voices wave their own flags
banners of souls - emblems of love
a certain tone, a specific twang
camouflaged with fairy dust of time
when you hear that voice
infinity waves in the wind
and you remember!

us election

election elation
population presentation
embalming obamarization
after years of bushism
histronic putinism
already jingling
alas only one night's
celebration of a us knight's
election elation

Good night Opus

Opus - a strange penguin -
running around in
his creator's head
doing odd tricks
questioning life
losing body parts
finding his mother
back in his country
only to die in DC
and return an amnesiac
let it be his final opus
to leave us all -
humane - shelter animals...