THE ANSWER, a poem

 

How can I explain

My love for you?

Your beauty

Your smile

Your disposition

Your kindness

Your happiness

Those ingredients

Glued us together

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MEOW, haiku

 

Where is the old cat

Soundly sleeping in her bed

Where she wants to be

 

WISHES, a poem

 

I opened the bottle,

the genie was there

Give me a wish

for whatever you care

So, I did:

End hunger throughout the world

Peace in Palestine and Israel

The evaporation of Donald Trump

The end of daily shootings

 

The genie groaned,

For goodness’ sake

ask something simple

like a woman with a dimple

or a dozen golden eggs

 

 

 

CONNECTION, a poem

 

She looked at him

with her adoring eyes

A worthy man,

a valuable prize

 

He looked back at her

with growing desire

for a smiling woman

who ignited his fire

 

The hunt was now over

for remarkable prey

finding what they wanted

for a lifetime of play

 

DEMENTIA, a poem

 

She surfaces for a moment

like a tulip in early spring,

swaying so brightly in the breeze,

then her petals fall to the ground

and she is gone, perhaps forever

 

END of MY TRAIL, a poem

 

Worn and so exhausted,

yet still stumbling onward,

near the end of the trail

of a very long life

 

Through the many years

the journey was fueled

by curiosity and pleasure,

with a strong, energetic body

and no all-consuming heartaches

 

Sweet memories endure

despite the flawed body

whose certain destiny

is sickness and then death,

perhaps an afterlife

 

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PENCIL ARTIST, a poem

 

 

          The pencil artist took

          just minutes to capture

          the prissy expression

          on my youthful face,

          many decades ago

 

          My wife put the work

          on our bedroom wall,

          a daily reminder

          that his vision of me

          differed from mine      

         

I appreciate only now

          as my ego has receded

          with the onset of age

          the perceptive skill

          of that street artist

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