Monday, November 27, 2017

While reading THE PORTABLE EMERSON New Edition.

I smell
the sweet smell of trees
in the leaves
of this book,
I hear the purling bubbles
of a running brook.
The forest sings
and then leaves.

Almost a (or an?) haiku

the flowing river
of blue electricity

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Poetic Breath of the Moment

David Herbert 


had a lot of hair on

his chin,

but even more was


Tuesday, February 14, 2017

The falling rain

the falling rain
again and again
while Mozart plays
Concerto 21 in

C major

Saturday, December 17, 2016

There was an old colossus with a huge proboscis

Art by Pyrate-Cross

There was an old colossus with a huge proboscis,
And whenever he sneezed it would verily toss us
A good thirty feet
Up and down the street,

So we got rid of the nose of this old colossus!

Friday, September 09, 2016


The chickens sat next to her on the bus.
There were three hens and one rooster.
I asked if the rooster was going
after the hens.
I was looking out the bus window when
she said
“They keep pecking, crowing, and shitting.”
I laughed and felt sorry for chickens.
It was no use talking about them anymore.
Then I remembered some chickens
were underneath the skirt of a woman---
Something was bulging underneath---
then she lifted her skirt up and sure as
shooting there were


Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Haiku written while reading The Angels and Us by Mortimer J. Adler...and thank you Shakespeare and Pascal

How like an angel!
Paragon of animals!
Quintessence of dust! 

The pride and refuse;
A sink of uncertainty
Of the universe!

Thursday, June 09, 2016

There was a young man who fell into a hole in Kabul

There was a young man who fell into a hole in Kabul,
And he was mighty fearful that this hole would him gobble,
But he jumped out before he did descend into the darkness and the end.
He didn't wish to die like this, and so his strong legs were a sweet godsend

For this young man who fell into a hole in Kabul.