Morning frustrations

Crossword puzzle in the morning
sharpens your wit
if only I could get the clues
in just a little bit.
Most days are okay for the ups
often for the downs
but if it's a tv show or series
blank the unknowns.

gardening haiku

winter's vexation
on garden in a suburb
yard work is of verve

At kunne naar man skal

At kunne naar naturen kalder
er det vigttigste for en
ellers kan det jo vaere
at maven bliver en sten
eller endnu vaerre er det
at man kan eksplodere
ak, nu kan mit lille digt
kun saadan implodere.

Tanke paa Piet Hein

Describing an old clock

It runs around in place
counting the fates
it doesn't care where
it is at nine today
its people though
will be in time's woe
and they will swear
an hour less to decay.

Poetic license?

Zero in zero out
That's how we do it.
Sometimes your attention
is there but not here
and vice versa.

Attention getting
is not the same
as not getting
totally intense
heedfulness.

Again whether or
not I am concentrated
and giving this poem
my full reflection
the mind is elsewhere.

Haiku with a morale

fake promises shall
not entice you to a man
but gentleness will

Joel remembered

Aussie friend long gone
in April you stay always
in my soul - due to daffodils.

April sad haiku

dead roses in vase
in the corner of my room
must be thrown away

To Vlad

Hello President Putin
you shouldn't be shootin'
at the poor Ukrainians
with your shenanigans.
Show the world that
Russians are getting fat
from the money you spend
on them - like a friend.
No soldiers and weapons
and the usual aggression.
Attempt with the good
surprising the 'hood.
It has never been done -
stop firing the guns.

Doggie Easter sonnet

My dog lies on the parquet floor
she dreams about the clucking ducks
this morn walking out of the door
she wanted to hunt - ah oh schucks.
Her master would not let her run
and now she is ever so sad
a hunter - not a honey bun
born on the streets she was mossad.

Her days of leisure passes fast
once in a blue moon she wakes up
and mourns her freedom in her past
but since then food is in her cup -
though if she gets a chance at last
she hunts a bunny - for her sup'.

Am I?

Some are lucky
some are not
I am fortunate
in one sense
but I am
fuckingly frustrated.

Some are hot
some are not
I am happy
in one sense
but I am
mockingly messed up.

Some are with it
some are not
I am flourishing
in one sense
but I am
unluckily ungratified.

dog and bone

Doggie gets bone
bone gets eaten
dog defends bone
bone gets chewed
dog eats her bone
totally to a t.

Was ist ein Leben?

Leider gibt es keine Ubersetzung
eines Lebens - nur Fragen.
Wenn man sie beanwortet
findet man keine wirkliche Wahrheit
nur die Zeit wird schauen
dass viele Moglichkeiten gaben
und die Historiker mussen
zwischen alle den Ursachen suchen
and sie sind alle falsch oder richtig.

Yahya Hassan

having read a young poet's scream
I admit defeat (almost);
each human being has his or her
own battles,
so a granny's life is not
young fugitive's
and a forty year old paraplegic
has another perspective -
we are all alive
trying to cope
with violence disease mayhem
it strikes me
the true novels are the ones
where the heroine dies at the end
because we all do.

A tree felled in my yard

Nature felled its own
but some of them grow for
more than a thousand years -
if only they could talk
and bear witness to
the foibles of nature.
All gone are four trees
one fell on its own
the other three trees
were not too healthy
so their owner decided
their fate - will I be
my own master when I die?

Fuck off winter

O'er the hedge of sprightly red
bloom azaleas in April-May
so I should jump for joy
when finally Spring comes
but before it arrives
when I feel angry or
furious it is okay to swear
so fuck the winter -
there it felt good.