Thursday, September 29, 2016

-chill-

Notate:

Looking somewhere
For a little 
Peace 

Something to 
Remind me of 
The fact that 
We all die 
We all cry 
And 
Not to get too 
Upset about it 

A "friend" 
Tells me and tells me 
What 
She would 
Have me do 

Take the chill pill 
Now 
Not later 
Don't, for 
God's sake, 
Let me interrupt 
Your train 
Of thought 

Your chain 
Around everyone's neck 
That all must do 
As you would have them 
Do 

Lighten up -
I
Thank you for your 
Advise 
But 
Not for the delivery 
Style 

Next time 
( and I'm sure there will 
Be one )
What 
Shall I do ? 

Breath deeply, 
Smile sweetly, 
Ask a question back
Which I know - Ms. 
Know it all -
Won't know the answer to. 

Maybe an experiment 
Could be 
Made 
Along those lines 
Not to be unkind 
But yes -
In self defense 

We shall see -
I'll get back to you 
     On that 



Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Oh Phone -

Oh phone 
In my pocket 
Why 
Have you not yet 
Spoken ?
Why do you remain 
Mute ?

You are adequately 
Charged -
And yet you do not 
Ring !

What am I to believe? 
That he does not think 
Of me -
That he is sufficient 
Unto himself 
As if 
A boat 
Tossed upon 
An assure sea -

Oh me 
Oh my -
What am I 
In high school? 

We are senior citizens 
Here -
Facing 
Imminently 
Our own 
Demise 

Dancing on the deck of the 
Sinking Titanic 
Comes to mind 

Do we never learn ?
Do I never learn ?
To become so Zen that 
The cessation of existence 
Is merely a philosophical 
Question ?

Oh but the Zen Masters never 
Knew 
Such a one 
As 
You -

If they had 
Their Haiku would have been 
All about 
The strength and the 
Character 
And the kindness 
Of you -

Forget about 
The grasshoppers 
And the cherry blossoms 
And the moon ! 

- Still the phone sits 
In 
Deep Meditation 




Monday, August 15, 2016

Waiting

Awaiting the next 
Big adventure -
Whether we want it 
Or not 

Dear friends, 
There is no need 
To be bored 

Boredom should be 
Celebrated 
For in a relatively short 
Space of time 

Something is bound 
To turn 
Up 

Sunday, August 7, 2016

The way the Gods like it.

And I 
Have always wanted 
To die -
And now you may 
Precede me
And show the way -

I did not sign up 
For this 
When I responded to 
Your blue eyes -

My family was always 
Very distant 
And correct 

It is not fair !
It's not fair !

And now I suffer 
The consequences of 
Caring -
And 
I am mad -
As the proverbial, wet 
Hen !

She didn't ask to be 
A hen or 
To be red -
But that 
Is just the way 
It turned out,

They say -

That is life, 
They say -

And we must 
Adjust 
- yeah right -

And there is a way 
To do this all 
Very
Correctly 

Very 
New-agey -

As if I knew -

And 
If I knew -
I would never have been 
There that day 
And begun this 
-Whatever it is-

Journey 

Damn and blast -

-My British ancestors are 
Aghast-
What have I done ?
- gone and violated 
The great edict! of
Not caring 
Of 
Never sharing 
Any bit 
Any part 
Of  
The heart -

They were so 
Right 
One needs must stay 
Uptight !
Stay in 
Whatever closet 
One is in -
Do not come out 
And roam 
About 

For there are the monsters 
Of doubt 
Of hurt of pain 
Of try and try 
     Over and over
     Again 

And 
The worst of it is -
There is 
     No way out !

The way is 
Through -
The center of the 
Storm -
The center 
Of the earth -

It is impossible - !

Just -

The way 
The Gods 

Like it.





Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Turn 'em Off

I like to keep it 
That way 
If I can. 

When the computer gives me 
Trouble 
And the phone has 
Hiccups and 
Coughs 

I turn em 
Off 

I try not to be 
So wound up 
With them 
That I 
Give a damn! 

So I pay bills 
With paper 
Just like 
The old woman 
That I am 

I have an acquaintance 
Who if 
The computer would die 
He would loudly sigh 
And say 
So do I !

Panic time comes when 
The phone is 
Lost 
At what cost ? 
Ok 
So do
I -

But 
If it would truely die 
Would in most ways 
Be relieved

I could again use 
Pen 
And paper 
And stop 
And look around 

What is the wind 
Doing 
Today
Where is the sun 
In the sky 

What is time ?






Add Sense?

And so 
There's an add about 
Exterminators 

Big brother is 
Truely watching. 
Us!!

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Rats

If rats 
Smelled like 
Roses 
We wouldn't really 
Care 
If they were here 
Or they were there 

We wouldn't have to 
Feel 
So guilty 
About 
The elimination 
Of same 

They have the wide world 
To nest in 
But if they prefer to rest
Under the house 
I guess 

Something 

Will 
Have to be 

Done !

What if 
It were destructive behavior 
That 
Brought the karma down 
On your head 

What if 
Y'all could stop 
Such behavior 
And 
"Just get along"?

Maybe then 
The gods of bad luck and 
Retribution 
Would 
Pass you by 

Doesn't seem 
To 100% work that way 
I know 

And a rose 
By any other name 
Would smell as sweet 

And a rat 
If you called it an angel 
Would still be 
An unwelcome
Guest