Sunday morn in Central Park

New York enfolding
Central Park
on a Sunday morn
middle of March
cold wintry sun
dogs and owners
taking a stroll
playing ball
bare trees
with spring buds
watching the scene
runners thump
thump thump
the traffic's roar
remaining quiet
for now - only
the bustling
playground of paws
and shoes
embracing
a vivid memento.

Papal Limerick

The cardinals gather in Rome
next to St Peter's dome
ornate with their hats
ready for the great combat
to elect the heir to the throne.

On day two it was done
unprecedented - won
a successor of the crown
as Pope Francis he is known
he hit a home-run.

Alas, like many men of robe
He also had a slight slope
Hidden in his priestal past
He did not help the harassed
so he's like any other pope.

German 2

The German words
Der Gabel
Die Loffel
und das Messer
for fork, spoon
and knife
certainly an
opressor
of the English
logic to life.
Nobody in their
right mind
would say
that this was
rational
but whatever it is
you might name it
it is truly
transcendental.

German

I love the German language
In all its wunderbares curves
The clarity and its Gedankengefuhl
Motors your brainwaves
On the road to logic.
The English speech takes
Inroads -and out roads
With ideas floating freely
Not hampered by toxic grammar.
Twain's little epistle
On the Germanic sprache
Enthralls with all its wits.
But the ethos in the Logos
Of the germane grammar
Is non-plussed unsurpassed.

Conundrum

What to do with drunken word
sunken treasures of the blues?
Ill thoughts need to be buried
Under rosy-colored hues.
What if the reality hits
Too strongly along the road?
Do you hit back and be proud
Or cower just for show?

Did it somehow

A lost day to an infection
But not without introspection
Seeing that kids have grown
Makes me smile to the bone
Must have done it right
A mom's sure delight.

Snowquester

During the snowquester
It is too obvious
Dancing snow - just a jester
Of rain -I so distrust
Weathermen - a tester
Spring is now victorious.
Even Congress' molesters
Playing games so vicious
Let's all be requesters
Free of the oblivious
Of the towering sequester
Prediction can be devious.


Thanks to Joel Ashenbach of the Washington Post
For creating the term 'snowquester'

Epitome

Emptiness
Elaborates in
Everlasting
Examination
Only to
Exceed
When
Eviscerated
And then
To be
Equalized
With
Escapement
Eschewing
The embers
Of
Eclectic
Earnestness.
There are no
Easy
Endogenous
Explanations
Only echoes of
Entombing
Entre'actes.
Eve's
Evergreens
Still
Encounter
Egocentric
Ebbs
Of
Exasperation.

Wish for when I grow up

When I grow up
I want to walk in the sand
spreading my toes
feeling the gentle surf
sun frolicking
studying human nature
learning a new item
and keeping my mind alert.
If I could sometimes see
my kids and grand kids
that would be superb.