Ennui

Ennui - suffer the day
everyday to the nth
why would you feel
that you would be
a l i v e if
you surround yourself
with sounds in the round
drowning out your life
qualm your curiosity
i n l i f e
a new metaphor for
spleen - without depression
hate or love or blah
your intellectual laziness
is your d e a t h.

The sad beat ode

Ode to intimate friends

where ever I turn my head

I see you to no end

alas I am properly bred

with societal times of forties

over the sixties breakdown

an eighties gala sorties

with a year of two and ten

but we do not do

like we used to

we do not dance

in a sure trance

and life goes on

drummer's undone.

Bygone

Sunday eve
a week ends
a new begins;
something
in the oven
to be had
for a meal.
The clock strikes six
and thoughts jump
to childhood
nights of yore
it was special
and maybe mine
now are not
alas
how can I compare
the 21st
with mid 20th?
A world apart.

Password ode

Passwords to be damned

everything needs a p-word

mnemonical techniques

of yesteryear are absurd,

unless you are an ally

of remembering dit and dots

with stuff or sure bluff

or your dear aunt Sally.

My memory is not to be

but not not not to see

that alas paper and pen

will be of use again.

So ask for my p -word

and my eyes go blurred.

Neighborhood

It was a sunny day

and the neighborhood felt safe

except the neighborhood watch

came out with a warning

somebody did not belong!

As I was reading the

Boston strangler book

about the terrible murders

and mayhem upfront

it did something else.

In a neighborhood safe

for more than 21 years

of quietly not derring-do

I realized that now reality

truly sets in somehow.

In comparison with others

an occasional beat-up wife

a drunken man - two teenagers

who LSD tripped -fell

and are both wheelchair bound.

Otherwise I have unwisely

perhaps but steadily

left car-doors open - albeit

the cars had nothing in them

and stick-shift safety.

No more open cars windows

no more unlocked doors

in summers - at night

when walking the dog

now I feel reality too close!!

V-day philosophy

Valentine's Day

2012

the old broad's

expanding rep;

Vagina's day.

Valentine's Day

1968

the young maiden

expectant

V - day's

disappointment.

Love and lust

what wins with

the sacred V,

somewhere

in between.

Toss the ring

The ring -

I survived it

a phantasmogoric

fairy tale with a machine

I think the maestro

would have liked it.

The Mets

fabulous casts

can be had of

everyman in HD

live you see

it returns

to the Rhine.

Feb fab haiku

February flows

with wintry white snowy flakes

a fabulous morn.

Poet's inner self

As a poet I may stink

to some younger hearts

but don't deny me the right

to say- just what

I feel like - smarts

to me it may not be what

you personally seek

do not judge until

you have walked the miles

in my shoes - at will

poets try hard to delve

whatever it is they convey

but another thing is totally this

will you get laid - or

just the heart inside betrayed.

Futuristic plans?

You ain't seen nothing yet

cleaning out closets - shelves

but they sure don't do it

all by themselves -

Phew!

A life passing by

in form of stuff

enough is enough.

No more baggage of any kind

only a remodeled mind

to be had for the future

must be a sure found bet.

Working on it now

for a couple of weeks

I am sure it takes

with many more breaks

but my goal is clear

even if it takes me a year;

I shall continue my quest.

An early spring cleaning

Throwing out stuff

papers from 15 years plus

is depressing

but

if I don't do it now

somebody else would have to at

my demise

so

It is better for me

to have a big clean out

definitely

yes

it is time to let go

of kids' stuff and more

sadly deferential

somehow

they are old enough

to face their own childhood

grades - delightful

alas

life always looks better

with rose-tinted glasses

a dreamers world

so

giving up motherly control

is not a bad thing

independence

yaeh!

Cyber security

Facebook has gone public

all the rest of it - is junk

any one feel secure to-day?

wash you ha(i)rebrained funk,

only an idiot would think

that twilight truly is debunk'd.

Bucket list?

My bucket list

is simple -

see Florence again-

gape at Rijksmuseum

enjoy the tulips in bloom-

go along the Normandy beaches

and play golf in Scotland -

look at my growing grand kids

walk along the trusty road

that I know so well

in my little village

and even once more

take a peek at my hometown

talk with my old friends

and see my children

lead fulfilling lives -

but for now I walk the dog

in the February sunshine.