KNEES

 

The hinges of the legs

linking the calf to the thigh

Silently carrying

the weight of the body

up and down stairs

running and climbing

Unnoticed when pain-free

So easily damaged in sports

Wearing achingly in old age

 

CONTINUING to LIVE

 

Continuing to live, while waiting to die

seeing how the world has gone awry

through online versions of news

and the smorgasbord of YouTube views

 

But every day brings me pleasure

via novels and films, I treasure

At dinner every single night

I enjoy a gourmet delight

 

In bed, I sleep sometimes

deep or in waking creep

My dreams are full of rhymes

in waking I am unable to keep

 

ALEX WAS A NURSE, a poem

 

 

Everyone loves a nurse

They are caring

They are kind

They listen

Alex Pretti was a nurse

He has been added       

to the lore of the nurse

as a martyr

Like a nurse rushing to aid

a patient in distress,

he sought to protect

a woman knocked down

by a masked Trump agent

in Minneapolis

Alex stepped between the victim

and her attacker

He was thrown to the ground,

surrounded by Trump thugs,

beaten on the head,

pressed into a helpless position

on his knees, shot in the back,

a prelude to nine more bullets

pumped into his prone body

Alex was a nurse

 

 

 

DESIRE, a poem

 

Desire for romance

and new experiences

brought what was wanted

The romance was lovely

while it lasted

New experiences came

and faded

The pleasures thinned

The memories remained

 

 

CANDY BARS (Heiku)

 

Happy memories

The candy bars of old age

I can’t get enough