worried, so worried...

worried
     so worried 
my spell checker 
     had died 

worried 
     so worried 
my computer 
     was fried 

(like so many 
     before it)

I checked and 
     checked again 
I looked in books!
     found thesaurus
          like a dinosaurus-
     found the old dictionary 
     well used from 
          graduate school 
          40 odd years ago 
               (and believe me, 
               they have been "odd" years!)

Couldn't find this word 
couldn't puzzle out 
     the spelling 

and then, 
somehow I understood
the light began 
      to dawn 
I couldn't believe it 
      really 
for I 
      just "me" 
yours truly 
had spelled 
     this amazing word 
      
correctly!

Svengali... 

God's Great Gift

-and you profess 
such great love 
for me 

-and you haven't read 
one word I've written 

-and you are so surprised 
when something else 
happens which 
-you hadn't planned 

-and I love you 
     but 

how can a man 
ever believe what 
he himself 
says? 

how can you guys
be so 
one sided 
so opinionated 
so sure of yourselves? 

don't you know 
you are sitting upon 
a spinning planet 
balanced on a floating earth 
crust 
which is floating upon 
molten 
magma?!! 

-and then you have the 
audacity 
to date 
women? 

oh you feel so secure- 
so sure of yourselves...

this is God's great gift 
this-

Sheets

-and I come 
     to you
with damp sheets 
     -lots-

Not very Romantic 
     But- 
My dryer has been 
     Broken for years! 
and it's overcast 
     here...

Yes, I have a clothesline 
     But- 
Things just 
     get damper- 
What can I say 
     about the 
Overflowing 
     Hamper? 

Does this Great Love 
     extend 
into domesticity?

-all the passion 
     -all the 
          electricity-

Will you man up 
     and load up 
          the dryer- 
Will our Great Love 
     be lit on fire- 

Like the gas flame 
     from within 
          your 
Shiny, new, high class 
     appliance?

Seagulls

Dancing 
     with the new 
          partner 
In front of 
     the old partner 

every thing's peaceful 
     right?
Nobody's going 
     to fight!

After all 
     we're seniors 
          here-
from a supposedly 
     Civilized Society 



Seagulls circling
     on an updraft 
Dancing in 
     the wind... 

So like- 
     we circle 
          our lives 
And each other 

hopefully not 
     like Vultures 
Searching for 
     Carrion 

like the young man 
     who comes to 
          the dance 
Searching for old 
     ladies 
          with money 
Vulture-like 
     with sneaky 
           smile 

No- 
     let us stay 
White Gulls 
     slowly circling 
in an azure blue 
     sky 

With fluffy 
     White clouds 
          floating 
               by 

Ramblings on July 31

living on the edge 
     between 
reality and dreams 
Plans and Schemes...

Knowing we are dying 
     day by day 

Knowing how close death is 
     and how 
          irrevocable

longing for the 
     sweet cessation 
          of all 
               activity 

Waiting for the 
     Lord 

-To come walking 
     by 
And take me 
     with you 
          -please-

Knowing 
     there is still 

More to do 

Trying to work up 
     Some enthusiasm 
          for this-

Hoping for some energy- 
     to continue- 

Not caring much 
     either way-

Wanting the bliss 
     of Krishna 
to descend 

Remembering when- 

Knowing that one 
     must make 
          the supreme effort 

to sit down 
     and watch it 

     come around 

Why is stillness 
     so much trouble?

Why are the currents all 
     running 
     the other way? 

Why?, Why?, Why?,

I cry 
I sit and sing 
a kirtan song 
     or two or three 

Just to be 
     with thee- 
     my Lord 

for some time 

for a little time 


Please 

make it more 

Tango Tonight

Tango tonight 
and 
What will I wear?

Tango tonight 
and 
Will he be there?

Tango tonight 
and 
That other one Too...

Will he be there
And will I care?

Sometimes I dance 
     with a woman- 
The Tango is not 
     discriminatory- 

Sometimes, at home,
     I dance alone

Sometimes you hold me 
     close 
Sometimes not

Sometimes 
     I lose myself 
     in a cloud 
     of dance 
     and closeness 

-Hang on 
     and close my 
           eyes 

Hear the music 
Feel the music

concentrate between
     reality 
and 
     dream 

float and fly 
and glide

together...   

Sweet Nothing or Sweet Something

And so 
     you say 
All these
     Sweet Nothings 
Just to turn 
     a poor girl's 
          head 

Are they Nothings 
     or are they 
     Somethings 

And how would 
     anyone 
     ever know?

Where is the 
     manual?

Where is the 
     book?

Where is the 
     lie detector 
          test?

And what will I 
     be left with?

When all is 
     said and done-

Words being 
     just words 
          after all 

And men being 
     What they 
          are.....!