INFATUATION (Senryu)

 

Infatuation

Word is long, feeling is brief

Briefly exciting

 

 

THE CURIOUS MIND, a poem

 

 

The curious mind thrives

in the age of the internet

With many forks in the road

on the information highway,

each answer spurs

question after question,

continuing until curiosity

is sated or exhausted

 

THE TRUMP DEFENSE, Senryu

 

He did it for Trump

A lousy defense on trial

Going to prison

 

CONJUGAL SECRETS, a poem

 

 

Think of others,

and so will I

Yet, we’ll be together

till we die

 

Our inner thoughts

might center on desire

for those in our pasts

who set us on fire

 

Don’t tell me,

I won’t tell you

And, we’ll live

happily ever after

 

 

DOZING, a tercet

 

 

Dozing today

and every day

Sleeping life away

 

AFTERLIFE DESIRES, a poem

 

When I cross the Styx,

let me rejoin her

and experience the aftertaste

of a delicious meal;

recall works of art:

a film, a novel, a poem,

the warmth of a blanket

on a cold winter day,

the wash of cold beer

over my parched tongue,

the taste of Irish Whiskey

and wine, red or white,

the exhilaration of winning

a race, a prize, a contest

Finally, being greeted

by a welcoming God.

ROAD RAGE, a Senryu

 

Impatient driver

Angrily honking the horn

A foolish person

 

INSPIRATION

 

The creative reservoir

might be dime thin

or an ocean deep,

the source of the need

to produce or write

 

Poetry flows easily

from inspiration

rather than the struggle

of even great poets

writing just to fill a page

 

Fortunate are those

with muses

filling their minds

with images that must

be sung or written

 

 

OLD MAN, an haiku

 

A grumpy old man

With opinionated thoughts

          Needs an audience

EXRAORDINARY PEOPLE, a poem

 

Every day, I read obituaries

of extraordinary people

Why am I so ordinary?

I would scale Mount Everest too,

but I can’t afford the trip

I would win a Medal of Honor,

but I couldn’t endure

the discomfort of war

I know most high achievers

fall back into ordinary lives

like everyone else,

but oh, what memories of triumph

SUBWAY, a heiku

 

Riding the subway

Jammed together like sardines

Massed transportation

 

STALE NO MORE, a poem

 

When life becomes stale

put in a toaster

Heat it carefully

Spread strawberry jam

Pour cup of coffee

Consume with the toast

Life becomes tasty

 

 

COLD, a tercet

 

Always cold

The price

of growing old

INDIFFERENCE, a poem

 

The life rafts of indifference

and taking for granted

carried them through

a desert of disconnection

 

She went on a voyage

of discovery

that ended with her finding

that he was a superior man

 

Her transformation

into an enticing woman,

her smile, her joie de vivre

brought him back to her

THE SHARK, haiku

 

The shark is swimming

The lovely girl is swimming

Fresh meat for dinner

 

 

 

BOSS, a poem

 

Boss, that workplace

term of subservience

spoken aloud

rankles my ears

Distaste

 

How sweet instead

is the sound of skipper,

rolling off the tongue,

light to the ears

Tolerable

 

In our republic,

no-one is a master,

no knee bending

to the monied or elected

Dignified