philo haiku

befittingly lost
in translation of my thoughts
do (s)miles for someone

paradis

Far away from everybody
terrible things
happen
in my village cocoon
in Paradise
even here you cannot
feel protected.

Santa's elf

saw an elf yesterday
he was talking
about his job at a store
a funny elf
who saw too much
of foibles and feebles
of frantic footings
of foolishness
and yet ...
sympathetic to
human frailty



Thanks to Bruce Nelson
for his reading of
"SantaLand Diaries"

Unclimate haiku

Too hot rainy day
global warm(n)ing the climate
umbrella or not

Holiday greetings

Why do people write
the X-mas card, Hanukkah
or Kwanzaa or any other?
To connect, to say -
look I am still here -not dead.
The new trend "what-did-we
-do-good-this-past-year"
portends bragging rights
or at least a form thereof.
Only once have I seen a bad
one like my husband deserted me,
the dog died, the canary
pooped on the boss when he came
to dinner-my son is doing jail.
Well, once a year we all pretend
that we have a good time
even though some of us live through
hell, suffering from the month
when the mother-in-law takes over
everything - even your cat.
This rage the computer embedded
and now - we all have wonderful
memories of the year's happenings.
Erased are the bad times - surely
everything is fine -
let's write one for the US this year.
Bush year 8, economy bad,
oil prices high and then artificially low,
wall street even worse,
the housing crises up, no one's buying,
the car industry dead, the scandals
are coming out, but not the biggest one yet.
But, everything is just fine otherwise.
So, dear Mr. Putin, Happy Christmas, oh
so sorry I forgot you don't celebrate,
well, Happy whatever, because in the US
we are OK, and we can boast about one thing
we are getting a new president - who
hopefully will change the way we think.
What lovely Holiday Greetings.

Banks' delusions

Brutal banks
claiming to look after
your money
when only hoarding theirs.
The hurt they inflict
erodes the trust
so ...
what to do when the robbers are
in your own backyard?
Two options
wait and hope for the best
or .... rebel and unionize
the credit unions
you don't get much -
less is more
in the new world order
majority rules?
Nah - delusions!

Dogs are dears

Arranging for the family dog
to be fed and walked
when everybody is working on
a different schedule
seems sometimes insurmountable,
yet with flexibility
the issue has to be worked out
since the pet cannot open doors
except to every one's heart
we all understand
that we have to give a little
to get a lot.
Dogs are democratizers.

Frosty lawn

December chill lawn
the economy worsens
with waging war
and greedy moguls -
power-hungry puppets
with aggrandished egos.
What monumental failure
of global proportions
when the sun hides behind
darkening clouds
and the grass glistens
frostily and still.

Elves from afar

The cutout elves have arrived
as they do every year
since my childhood -
countdown
to Christmas Eve.
24 naughty paper elves
magically appears
one for each day
on paintings, on pictures,
on bookshelves,
all around the house...
and my children go
searching for them
like me then ... even today.
They know I put them up -
I knew my mom added them -
to our home in December,
but that little whiff
of elves' dust from a past
of bygone times
cannot hurt anybody -
and I hope the tradition
will continue
with our granchildren.
thus believing that
in spite of everything
little traditions
carry a light of elf magic.

Whippersnappers

When young you presume
you know everything
you whip - you snap
you strutt your stuff
young whelps whippersnap.
An immature feels important
the egocentrics boast of
their little knowledge
pretentiously in senior age
old coots whippersnap.
Lack of infinite wisdom
creates tons of dimwits
seeking no new insights
alas - we sometimes forget
our bit of whip in a snap.

jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy

jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy
go out and get those wheels turning
go out and use your last credit
your state's taxes count on you
the holidays are all about gifts
jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy
the executives cannot live their fancy life
if you don't buy your kids
the latest battery-operated fads
that nobody needs - next year -
jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy
drive to the stores in your suvs
fight over the nearest parking spot
heaven forbid you should walk an extra yard
fight with your spouse over who gets what
jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy
wall street need main street
and even the good ole back streets
to satisfy its needs for riding
lear jets to fijii playing
jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy
the fruits we grow are rotten
how we support the economy
with a war - with two wars
aint going to help the world just
jingle buy jingle buy jingle buy

Thanks haiku

five words of today
express simple gratitude
thank you for the earth

Numbers 4 fun

4 10 gallon hats 2
b filled 2 the brim
with joyrides
of a super kind
never 2 come back
2 the 9es
alas, 4 the hats
and the rides
they are, but air.

4 u I've cre8ed
1 puzzle filled
with funrides
in 10 gallon-hats
on a rollercoaster
grasping on 2 the 10er
gliding wildly down
hair8ing - get the picture:
splashing the 9es.

Found the answer?
- yes - the poet
has gone overboard!

Get it???

Polyvalent agents
in chemistry
work against each other.
Political polyvalence
in congress
fight against each other.
Results - antigens'
reactions proliferate
alas non-cooperation.
Antiagents - serum
can inocculate
against hate and envy.
Is homo sapiens
ready to coagulate
to cooperate?

Slam poetry

I learned a new term:
slam poetry,
you just sling out
your feelings
without too much
afterthought.
I did not know
that I had been
modern for so long!

Rainbows' resilience
of painted scenery
portrays colorful
insights into
the seeking souls
soothing their upset
spirits - showing
only sorrows.

Slam songs is said
to mostly veer
towards sadness.
Grief wins
over beauty.

Reflective realities

Darkening dusk
drifting - the dog and I
rove the native grounds
in our neighborhood
the barren trees
have shedded the last leaves
it is November it is cold
it is dark
that's our reality
what's yours?

Is it swaying palm trees
sitting on a bar stool
watching the setting sun
slowly slurping
your dry martini
as your lover gradually
let the backside of his hand
slide gingerly up and down
your thigh - an alluring
invite to make love?

Or is it fighting
a war somewhere in snow capped
dangerous pikes - howling winds
with no end in sight
to your battles against
what your leaders consider
the horrible enemies
supported monetarily
by others who hold their
own vicious agendas
not caring at all whether
you live or die?

Or is it cradling
your firstborn who has
just been born to you and
the unknown man who raped
you for your virginity
and yet your cannot
help looking at the wonder?

Or is it working
dedicatedly for a better
and more enlightening
world, somewhere building
houses for the poor
in a hot humidity
seeing that there is
hope after all?

Or is it being
alive where ever you are
and having lived
a truly productive
long life - wrinkled
in a rocking chair
gazing at children
playing in the street
watching that life
still grows gingerly
through unfairness
hate, poverty and war
realizing in spite
that rainbow flowers
will still bloom
when we are gone?

Angry haiku

bail-outs and nail-outs
who but the rich will profit
thorns struck war of bush

Mr. photographer

Mr. photographer:
of various and sundries,
faces and wines,
of sadness, marionettes,
whether on your own turf
or, surely, on mine
you will see what I don't
musings fair or blind
your skill, perspective,
your training, or just luck -
Mr. Photographer
you revile - you pluck
out of nowhere you grasp
out of the ordinary
that we are who we are
that Mr. Photographer
is your showing vine.

To my friends Mike and Chandler
http://www.galeriedeglantine.com/

Minimalists :)

Poets tend to be
minimalists
instead of composing
large oeuvres

proof: a "life" haiku

admonished: walk straight
bent roads blink beguilingly
despite rose' thorns prick

If you can say
in few words why, what,
where, when, and who

then you could be
a "menshevik"
if you mayhap
positions yourself to
be a poetical mensch?

needled by
an introspective
teeny musing :)

Drama queens

Yells and screams
from drama queens
what to do - tally ho
stop their feeding
and conceding
having indulged
the battle of bulge
redraw - no reaction
finally - no attraction
for screams and yells
drama queens' quelled.