A somewhat Christmassy poem

Where have I been today
out and about - inside my hide
doesn't matter either way
I exist I breathe I fly
on my imaginary wings of late
my dreams are not a waste
but help me keep me sane
humor is about being humane
If I cannot laugh of my self
I would not believe in Santa's Elf.

Ensenhamen

Lessons in courtly behavior
is needed even more so today
it makes you a pure engraver
because you are your fellow
that's all - tweet - hello!


(Trying to tweet as well as instruct)

My view of burlesque

A picaresque burlesque
Thi's the humanity's dossier
of seedy costumes fun part
wriggling, dancing away?
but a grotesque burlesque
meat and boobs on display
smokey rooms and bars
a cannery of instant replay
a certain Kafkaesque burlesque
with the thirties cabaret
little interest in their art
their patrons' drinking convey
Romanesque burlesque
Dreams of going to Broadway
the reality of a la carte
oft a sleazy ending to a soiree
alas no statuesque burlesque
some people make it ahead
whereas many do not take part
in the dream lights but drop dead
a masked carnival burlesque.

(inspired by "Burlesque" and
Gypsy Rose Lee")

Poor humanity

Rape and mayhem of the world
are statistics to some
to others a pure reality
somewhere it's a repercussion
of the way people interact.
When they want control
over others - men they shoot
women they just rape -
and then make the men children
into forced kid soldiers.
At home it happens too
more frequently than you think
in the "enlightened" society
domineering others
to the nth degree -
manipulation of the brains
and the sexual organs -
fellow man, woman or child
in the name of for your own good
a vicious terrible circle
is commenced or continued.
Humanity is so inhumane!

(To comment Eve Ensler's report
of rape in Congo)

Le pauvre President!

You are a paedophile -
intended wording - puerile.
The difference assured
under stress - endures
Sarkozy's presidential gaffe
a not-so-lucky epitaph.

Totally weird post

A voice of a different tone
wrote and a whole life bemoaned
away from grief and exposed
himself in a weird prose
defensive as hell - OK
so what does he want to-day?
A point you want to get across
just be aware - you are not my boss
but somebody I have barely met
and you are certainly out to get
your family's viewpoint, dear,
I do not give a fig, you hear.
We both have the story secondhand
and if you profess to be the one man band
go ahead, be my guest - but you
label yourself with a lot of goo
none of us really knows the true truth
so your letter is going to the roof
top with the rest of the ashes
your letter - flown and splashes.

Turkey's demise

When a person gobbles a turkey
at Thanksgiving dinner
she or he knows the murky
story of the bird's inner.

The turkey is dead and gone
when you swallow the meat
but the taste on the way down
tell tales of ancient meets

Each bird that we digest
is a token of American values
at our national bird's behest
stuffing me please with cashews

Enjoy me when I am sizzling
or even the day after when cold
think of my breast, thighs drizzling
I served you twofold.

I gathered people in peace
Pilgrims and Indians both
I serve as a conversation piece
while gliding down your throat.

(Inspired by Jack Prelutsky)

Friday sentiments gone

Fast dinner preparation
due to a preset arrangement
on a Friday night
yields an unsatisfactory sentiment
of family neglect
Regrets are for the needy of a bad conscience
Of feudal narrowness.

Vanit y

Vanity of words - vanity of body
vanity of everything
did I forget something
yes - mother nature
in spring pale light green jade of a tree
in summer wild flowers of any hue
in fall with foliage of brightly reddish to burgundy
and winter - brown or gray or white
so the humans and their pet animals
wild vanity of bloody murky blight
so true - so tried - so tolerated
alas - the beliefs of others
yet I only see vain vanity
a longing for a bonfire
blushing up the world
brushing the comb of mighty flesh
we are the people who have no idea
of what is going to happen
oh yes we know somewhat what has happened
but nothing could prepared us or
the future - our kids for
this kind of life in front of a screen
this godly belief in electricity
burn your gadgets - get out and
just imagine this world without
what we are used to now -
computers, intelligent phones
fads of our new century
never have so many been so connected
and yet so lonely -
in their vain thought that we can control
what we create - alas,
Pandora's box is truly opened.

Bus stop revisited

After their morning ablutions
of the kids when they were small
I usually went to their bus stop
and met some of my neighbors.

We had our "risqué" elocution
in the townhouses of urban sprawl
our confessions were nonstop
we were the gang of true sabers.

What I had missed of pure acumen
I met again near the shopping mall
an absent missed American hop
that was my today's savior.

How can I start to draw conclusion
of the friendship - with an apostle Paul
it was a ticking bomb pop
of reminiscent crazy behavior.


(to Jimmie)

Shakespearian Cleihew

Shakespeare - a witty bard
defended his portrait die hard
of Romeo's love for his Juliet
alas, it was a Russian roulette.

Autumn cinquain

Apples
Pears of autumn
trees giving us great fruits
from which we gather strength and joy
divine.

State of union horror!

Fear of fleeing the responsibility
the force of mental ability
mediocrity is sublime
instead of democracy's prime
only joy of happy mediocrity
a "true" banner for democracy!

Unseasonal L unch

Saturday lunch in November
outside it is warm enough to enjoy
our repast - in the air
son of loins joins
and we and the dog laugh and bark
of silly mishaps - hard of hearing
some remarks get misconstrued
in the backyard of a neighbor
a tractor whirs loudly
annoyingly it disturbs the peaceful
and thoroughly out of seasonally
jolly day of sun - beams - even
a wasp flutters by but leaves
gently the lunchenors alone.

"Lunchenor" : a person who eats lunch

Drifting thought

Sunny day of cold November
will give away to joy
of the starkest month of the year
the other side of the earth
it is light bright and warm
full of little kids' laughter.

Lack of movements

I am in a terrible bind
falling just behind
in exercise - of mind
spirit and body - worse
will have to coerce
myself otherwise disperse
my torso's general prime
will have, I fear, a sad decline
and my last years not benign.

Citations!

Citations - Citations - Citations
with each media growing stipulations
of headaches for students and profs
to quote correctly is now so rough.

To be a citationally honest whore
you note ebooks, and mags, galore
papers, films, strips, a loony bin
of every single indigestion of sin.

The owner of the original thought
did not realize that you are overwrought
by trying to do what is right
citing sharply with all your might.

An Inalienable Right!

An inalienable right to contraception
should be for all people on earth
in a bid to humane sound perception
an inalienable right to contraception
do not come with your preconception
of telling anybody to give birth
An inalienable right to contraception
should be for all people on earth.

(A triolet form of verse)

Afterthought

Good morning to a new day
where we can see
what messes were done yesterday
what can we do
but smile and move away!

Lost in the air

Out walking our pooch yesterday
and came up with a fabulous poem
while briskly and joyfully wandering
but for the life of me I cannot
recall my brilliance
assuming that it was my brain
in a flash dance out and that was that
the thought of no sparkling
so the Darwin award for loosing
my great writing's stance.