Fluid haiku

Fluid forms of flights

Fascinating for fliers

The flowers of spring 

Jump to a kick

Warm peanut  butter cookies 

On a dreary rainy wintry day

Stamp out the blah 

Simple creations abound

Whenever your mood is off

Do change to ‘rah

The endorphins in your brain

Can be jumpstarted with spark

Wise chutzpah 

Testosterone

 Testosterone’s action 

Or rather sluggishness

Will create havoc

Within a male body

And among twelve 

Symptoms sex 

Hair tiredness 

There is also an ailment 

Called osteoporosis 

Modified it can be

By female estrogen 

So it is yin and yang 

Scary endings’ times

 In the oral surgeon’s  wait room

Awaiting my tooth’s final doom

Old age approaches candidly

I feel sadness vividly 

Only today I am truly a crone

I sadly left my tooth’s alone

Nevermore will it for me chew

No wisdom for me to brew

Except accept that this is the end

No ifs no buts my fairy tooth friend!

Candi limerick

 There once was a man from Honduras

Whispering To his lady it’s scandalous 

You will not succumb 

Even  though it’s plumb

And it taste is like sweet candifloss

Only here

 Only here within these pages

Can I breathe freely and think

Whatever comes to mind

While the words froth wildly

And the waves from the cells

Burst into tears or foam  madly

Laughing joined with ecstasy 

Only with words of preying

On my innards at nighttime 

Abhorring  the dullest suburban 

Life of an old unwise woman 

Outside and inside my soul

My body’s rebellious act

Ironically I am younger today

Speedily time will count hours

So my lightheartedness drowns

And I will due at the spreading

Of my ashes cooled by the sea

Albeit ere I go life will take 

Another turn - clapping dancing

Winds of the wild soul prevail

Only freedom of imagination 

On an unknown itinerant psyche

Stylistically as always searching 

For the absolute phraseology 

It is the amalgamation of quiet

Deep and daring sadly hemmed in

By obligations and alas acceptance

Therapy for a Voelva

“Old age”was haunting the haggard voelva

Not because she was particular poorly

But because for a long while her desire 

For lust and lewdness was waning

A deep loss of a physical phenomenon 

When she no longer felt  the skin

Of a lover or a partner in crime

Then how could she not agree

That she was of an age to die -

Dormant days of wintry weather 

Inside her willowy bones and flap

Were building a marish momentum 

Of winding circuits and dantesque dams

Only to be stopped steadfastly 

With the admonished  aplomb from 

Her own owlish sister Sophia 

With whom she debated always

And never questioned her witty wisdom:

Masterly masturbation techniques

Tended with lovingly care by herself

Vigga for you the Voelva not to die

A thousand times you must help

Yourself and your body yonder

Play out whatever sordid scenarios 

You will need for your release

Massage therapy is not nearly enough 

Enliven your inner urges to surge

On gossamer gothic clouds of yore

To strengthen your sad skeleton 

You will nudge nudge nudge

Your reddish rose and inflame her

Until your breath and breasts burst

Only then will the Voelva wake up

From her drowned doomed self

And once more feel present and part

Of her own oddly shaped existence