Third variation on The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson

He holds the scope with divine hands;

Beneath the stars in empty lands,

Ring'd by the vast cosmos he stands.

The jeweled sky above him gleams;

He watches from his lofty beams,

And like a shooting star time dreams.

Another variation on The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson

He holds the rag with greasy hands;

Close to the moon in arid lands,

Cloaked by the dirty world, he stands.

The sandy desert outside him calls;

He watches from his castle walls,

Starved for spaghetti and meat balls.

Variation on The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson

He hooks the fish with steady hands;

Nigh to the river in sage lands,

Fenced in by the dark world, he stands.

The rippled river below him flows;

He stares into clear water that glows,

And like a hurricane he blows.

The Golden Bloom

The pomegranate tree's golden leaves have flown.

It had only two pomegranates after an entire summer grown.

Beggars can't be choosers,

But I beg thee tree to get the show on the road next year.

More pomegranates
dear!

Miss Gorilla Face

While Listening to Concerto Per Archi E Cembalo

by Vivaldi

One of our dogs

Is a Boston terrier,

And she couldn't be merrier.

I call her Miss Gorilla face,

But she doesn't make a grimace.

She likes to dig holes,

But she doesn't like

To eat out of bowls.

CANINE QUESTIONS

Why do dogs dig holes?

Do canines have souls?

WHILE WAITING TO GET AN ULTRASOUND OF MY LEFT LEG

THE Yellow 

caterpillar

Ascends a pile of dirt

To build a new 

highway

In the El Paso desert.

a Yellow butterfly 

APPEARS.

3 Transcendental Haikus

NOTE: Thank you Ralph Waldo Emerson for your words.

#1

inebriated

with the nectar of the gods

poetry is born

#2

unattainabe

oneness of humanity

the flying perfect

#3

every god is there

in heaven and on earth

sitting in his sphere