Blah rain

Oh what a beautiful rainy day
this is such a shitty way
to start the week on a Sunday
I'll take a rain check Hurray!

after dinner woe

after dinner woe
I have eaten too much
I cannot find my toe
this has got to stop
the wintry weather
of snow and sleet
and some air pressure
is just too bleek
End of eating snacks
licorice and cocoa
I'll turn by back
and swallow mojo!

Dog haiku

Sunny skies in March
Dog getting her greenie treat
she is so happy.

Itching

Itching inside the body
strange phenomenon
started slowly
now it is everyday
in every joint
What can it be but
wintry aches?
Or summer flies
butting in on me
waiting to come out.

To my son's late father

Another soul passed
one day this month -
I knew you well
for four years
and then we split.
We had a son together
and he and I moved
on and away.
You were married
before and after me
and your son is your
only living gift.
I saw you few times
after -
the anger, the scare,
the threadbare feelings
the sadness and despair
- last summer twice
in a nursing home
so young - so old
drinking yourself
into oblivion.
The Ides of March
is the day you died
Cesar's death and yours
will be ingrained
in my brain - as the coins
of Brutus and Charon.
Your genes blended
with mine rest in
three grandkids.
So you took part
in the gene pool -
sailing across the Styx
- not forgotten.

People - what a mess

people are born - people are dying
what we leave - in between
is our legacy - our bequest
our lives are not that important
only what carbon footprints will tell
how long the earth will breathe

people are born - people are dying
what we bring to the sphere
is our idea that humanity is regal
that the earth is our right
to claim and to do with what we
think is fitting - a false premise

people are born - people are dying
we are only a blimp on the horizon
our steps are baby ones - and children
unruly or obstreperous - alas
are wildly destructive - hence
the earth needs not sympathize with

People being born or people dying.

To the lassies - to the laddies

The lad:
The lassies are tempting
but very indecisive
they want and want and want
especially in a crisis.
What can we menfolks do
but clap their little bums
and say to the lassies
you are our love chums.
We think of you always
and do whatever we can
but what we reproach you
is a lack of attention span.

the Lassie
Hm what can I say but oh
the lads are so wonderful
they take what they want
their speech is full of wool.
the male think only of sex
wine, beer and whisky
they can be bold - happy
angry and very frisky.
Whenever they ponder
grand and smart vehicles
they are prone to spend
lotsa and lotsa of nickles.

The lad

But reproach and reprieves
on both sides will turn
into a war of the sexes
of Robert the Scot Burns.
Surely, we are here to fete
the eve of Eves's attributes
our accept of your sex
of your plain attitudes.
Towards your menfolks a
ring of your sensual dances
and we will happily convey
everything - for your entrances!

The Lassie

Yes, man-powers, let us forget
the bad times of urges' fight
and eat to our heart's mirth
give Burn's his dues of light.
Tonight, we bury the hatchet
and explore the glancing
of both parties's - our's meek
and yours - proud prancing.
As you aptly put it
your strong arms are needed
for lifting and heaving
we happily will this attain
by our graces receiving.


For a belated Burn's supper

A Voelva's aphorism

A modern woman of many
ideas
is like an elefant's
trunk
she thinks like a
Sophia
for she has lots of
spunk.

Death and a lady

Death becomes a lady
she is mourning the loss of life
hence she longs for nothingness
no problems anymore
no one to keep score
the gap of joy to succeed less
than the welded kitchen knife
her name was just Sadie.

No fun!

Shuffle - bubble - rubble
here's to trouble
I am going out to shovel
no fun - redouble.

Skin cancer gambol

hail to the cancer of the skin
you are many of a kind
you poke the people of yore
you sneak up - like a vine
you enter folks through the sun
and grow on them like blooms
if they do not pay attention
you will put them to ruin
heed to my little poem today
do not be a sun - bun like me
but be cautious and lather up
- your humble bumble bee.

Sunday Me

Sunday morning papers
mourning the world's state
mooning about
life's little peculiarities
why - whom - where
nonsensical politicians
of any denonmination
only in for their own
(if I ruled the world
it would be different)
a benevolent autocratic
with a sense of humor!
Ach - what a waste!

A start

After the winter storms
arrives the spring?
alas here in the state
all we see is drip-drip
and slushy grayish snow
away washed the white
albeit - the equinox
a month off from now
always wondering if -if?

Winter puzzle

Thunder in winter
wintry thundering
unheard of
yet I hear
dark rumblings
on a stark morn
and it is coming
closer - will I
see sparks too?

Backup

The screen on the laptop
died last night
and fear of losing
files of years gone
strangled my gut
BACKUP BACKUP BACKUP
because of course
lackadaisial as I am
I never did the crucial
BACKUP BACKUP BACKUP!
now in years to come
I shall try to become
more efficient and savvy
not to be caught
in the users' conundrum
BACKUP BACKUP BACKUP

A branch - haiku

snowclad but naked
scintillating carrying
the winter burden

Sarah remembered

A foggy day
in London town
sounds infinitely
better than
a snowy day
in Maryland.
The kids love
the latter
Some of the adults
too - young
at heart -
but to walk
at twilight in
misty-coated
metropolis
would be
a pre - St . Valentines
come true.
To sassy Sarah's
memory on a
forced house-bound
day somewhere.

"White paper"?

"white paper"
is my computer's
empty screen;
it can mean
a government's
wishes or programs;
in between
it can be origami
and other whatnots;
an authors start of
a novel or short;
so with these
empty thoughts
I still created
out of nothing
something!

"Monumental" Men

Film of Hilterian looting
reminded me: of rooting
for anything or anyone
beware: - do not succumb
to demonic leaders or fanatics
- they are much too emphatic
they will ensnare the souls
they will the minds control;
therefore always be sceptical
of men who are dogmatical!

Rodina - all mighty

A special day
the wintry Olympic games
that start in Sochi, Russia!
The competitions harden
the Russians
because they must win -
showing the might
Rodina Excelsia
The image of
Potemkin villages
have not been
in vain!