Out-of-law-in-law

Bridal jitters
feeling flitters
when all is done
everything shone
calm reigns again
aussie girl dane

To Sharene

Pain in love?

Pain screaming from a blog
read on the net
hurting, turning a soul
outside in
to overcome fear
and get reactions
from anybody who would read
and believe it.
Sadly, only a few respond
perhaps out of caution
cause you never know.
It could have been
me or you or the person
next door, three streets away.
It could have been
my child or yours.
A private being in
a war cutting zone
desribing the love of pain.

My epitaph

suppose I were to die today
what impression would I leave
so far only 3 plus 2 -
therein lies my imprint
of the genetic pool -
suppose I were to die tomorrow
what wisdom would I imbue
so far only love, live, learn
throughout your life
my dictum for my dearest ones
suppose I were to die in 20 years
what savoir faire would I leave,
but to tell everyone to laugh of
all the world's idiosyncrasies
and mostly your own.

Threshold

A reaction to chemistry
feels very scary and weird
yet it was necessary
probably - maybe not.
It was not a choker
it was a sliding hurt
and then a throw-up.
Drained completely
I empathize with people
who take chemotherapy
For me I might opt out
if it ever came to that -
and yet this was nothing.

stop haiku

flurry of hurry
we often forget to stop
and inhale lilies

A test of know-why

Testing thyself
where you have never vamoosed
when you search for something
not quite branded
frustrated your ancient ancestors
yearning for wisdom-enlightenment
they did not get it
in your mind's blind-sightedness
by your own presumption
only to realize too late
that you could not know
that the chain in your genes
ironed you to the same ignorance
of whatever you
thought you could avoid
but sadly did not.


"Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.” Plato.

Blank verse

Blank verse never tried
bleak violets of early spring
barren earth from wintry chills
none works today - an inane insanity
where poets before me have succeeded
I palely fail at this void go.
Ack, where is my inner bard?
A poet's conundrum
comes as no surprise
I am a prisoner of words
Blank verses do not arise.

Notes on the past

Music comes from afar
notes floating
hesitantly - yearningly
all I can do is
embrace the moment
so fleetingly always
not knowing the song.
The mathematical
equations of tunes
drip candyfloss
on my memory pad.
Alas, the slate has-been
a long time clear
longs for getting
out into the world
again - instead of
digging into
remembrance of yore.
Lyrics of love
is connivingly
convincing.
The music of now
is fleeting in front of me
brought to a stop
by defining death.
Only I can still hear
your tender theme song
and my now is still
in my past and yours.

Spirit to last

Body and mind
marbles over matters
yet all the time
we say these maxims
we know so well
that we don't adhere
to what we should.
Today is the time
because what if not
then nothing.
- Spunk -
dull carcass come
let's dance -
maybe our last.

Tour-de-pooch

Vive le tour-de-pooch
back streets
in the dark
with few lights
in a somber coat
walking the evening
tour-de-pooch
carrying a
headlight like
a coal-miner
handling a
plastic bag
with dodo
warming your hands
sooner than
real coals
and cooling
much faster
the eternal
tour-de-poop
a stroll at dusk
somewhere sooty
lanterns scarce
in a blue wrap
Vive le tour-de-pooch!

Scheduling

Scheduling busy lives
is an hazardous task
of overextended kid(s)
avoiding a blinding mask
of catastrophic drives.
To put the beavers on Excel
coping - surviving it well
hoping that you have earned
a skill for everyone concerned
and learning bit by bit
coping split by split.
This know-how comes in handy
when I in a frenzy namby-pamby
don't know whichever way
I am going - even today.

Mourn with music

A friend opened
the floodgates
and said it was OK
to mourn melodically -
so now my tears
flow freely
letting off steam
in A minor.
Yet, the music
keeps drumming
why, why, why.
Just as the elegy
is stopping
because the notes
run out
my drops of sad flats
eventually tarry
in adagio
as the mist subsides -
only the fantasia
of that friendship
lingers in C major.

Thanks to Ken

Thought of blogs

Read the blogs of political nature
thought it fun and great aperture -
realized that it's very democratic
although mayhap not so Socratic!
But it is way better than autarchy
it brings humans to hope with audacity.

Post-mortorium

I post a post
in my scriptorium
and think it matters -
yet I know so well
that what I post
has no clout
in any one's tentorium -
so I remind myself
that I only write
for my postmortorium.

Sunny side up every day

Imbolc in the sun
indicates more wintry weather
in between the equinoxes
Imbolc in the dark
dictates spring will spring
earlier than anticipated
Insights to yearly passing
enjoy the sunny sides
at least today
cause tomorrow
we may all die!