Friday, May 13, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Rainy Day
I’m old and cold my body creaks
my posture is inflamed,
I am resigned to be confined
my teeth have been reclaimed,
but I won’t lie, I’d rather die
before I go insane.
***
The yard, a pool
for howling dogs
to paddle in a boat
will rush and swish
reward a fish
for flying over moats.
Oh happy fish
I sure do wish
to eat your white fillet
but I must swish
instead of fish
And so my meal, I feel
will get away, today.
my posture is inflamed,
I am resigned to be confined
my teeth have been reclaimed,
but I won’t lie, I’d rather die
before I go insane.
***
The yard, a pool
for howling dogs
to paddle in a boat
will rush and swish
reward a fish
for flying over moats.
Oh happy fish
I sure do wish
to eat your white fillet
but I must swish
instead of fish
And so my meal, I feel
will get away, today.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Freelance
I've carved a creative niche
bitter sweet
difficult to deal with
as I saunter down your street.
My verse is clipped
And NO, I’m not a waitress
my heart beats true
my wits, a tender matrix.
I’ll stay for endless hours
to snap a simple view.
I direct my burning lens
to puke a primary hue.
It may affect your estimation
you see I have a reputation
It requires lots of concentration.
MY degree is in DEDICATION
to MY WORK.
You can’t be caught obscene
with dis drama queen.
Yeah my BAD
I mean
my gear is often stuck in
some balls hairy
places
lacking social graces
with dried egg plaster
embedded in our faces.
I’ll frame
you full of life
smug and satisfied
bare-assed naked
soaked
in all your lies.
SNAP DAT!
I am an artistic dish
itching
to generate, maybe palpitate
because I can imagine
you was once a gift, your mama’s boy
her pride and joy
intact, a sap-- JAIL-BAIT
that wouldn’t DREAM of being late
or make me wait
full of phony excuses
foul abuses
to face the boozers
sucking users
that refuses, to make the right choices
to grow, their WIRED VOICES.
WHY?
cause nothing shoots better
than living in your car.
And because I work for da STAR
you know.
Yeah-- I’m Mitch
and one dizzy bitch
what’s it to you?
YOU—standing there solid
in your dirty J. Crew.
And I am an artiste!
Won’t you be my candid shot
and play wit me some more?
Maybe later we can pan and zoom
by the corner candy store.
Because my lens is in your face
so shut the FUCK UP
don't dis me in MY SPACE.
I’ll just keep you AWHILE
What was your name, KYLE?
just turn yea sweet cheeks to da left
And babes, give me a big SMILE!!
bitter sweet
difficult to deal with
as I saunter down your street.
My verse is clipped
And NO, I’m not a waitress
my heart beats true
my wits, a tender matrix.
I’ll stay for endless hours
to snap a simple view.
I direct my burning lens
to puke a primary hue.
It may affect your estimation
you see I have a reputation
It requires lots of concentration.
MY degree is in DEDICATION
to MY WORK.
You can’t be caught obscene
with dis drama queen.
Yeah my BAD
I mean
my gear is often stuck in
some balls hairy
places
lacking social graces
with dried egg plaster
embedded in our faces.
I’ll frame
you full of life
smug and satisfied
bare-assed naked
soaked
in all your lies.
SNAP DAT!
I am an artistic dish
itching
to generate, maybe palpitate
because I can imagine
you was once a gift, your mama’s boy
her pride and joy
intact, a sap-- JAIL-BAIT
that wouldn’t DREAM of being late
or make me wait
full of phony excuses
foul abuses
to face the boozers
sucking users
that refuses, to make the right choices
to grow, their WIRED VOICES.
WHY?
cause nothing shoots better
than living in your car.
And because I work for da STAR
you know.
Yeah-- I’m Mitch
and one dizzy bitch
what’s it to you?
YOU—standing there solid
in your dirty J. Crew.
And I am an artiste!
Won’t you be my candid shot
and play wit me some more?
Maybe later we can pan and zoom
by the corner candy store.
Because my lens is in your face
so shut the FUCK UP
don't dis me in MY SPACE.
I’ll just keep you AWHILE
What was your name, KYLE?
just turn yea sweet cheeks to da left
And babes, give me a big SMILE!!
Thor’s Hammer--A No-Show!
Thor’s hammer threatens
Kolohe Wahine golf
at Pearl Country Club.
Weather remains dry
forecast updated to cloudy
thunder a no-show.
Five Women golfers
laugh hysterically over
piss poor performance.
Saimin and Pepsi
lunch, revives tired bodies
Sun comes into view.
Kolohe Wahine golf
at Pearl Country Club.
Weather remains dry
forecast updated to cloudy
thunder a no-show.
Five Women golfers
laugh hysterically over
piss poor performance.
Saimin and Pepsi
lunch, revives tired bodies
Sun comes into view.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Happy Mother’s Day Mom!
She gets up early
to dress and shower.
Today she will slide
into a comfortable pair
of slacks, large top,
and Reeboks.
She will comb her short white hair
clean her glasses
take another Aleve
as the coffee brews
while she straightens up
before she gets into her car
to drive into town.
It is Sunday.
Today she will earn double time.
Tomorrow she has the day off.
Tomorrow she will celebrate
eat pizza at the mall
with her youngest daughter
the one who remembers to call her every day
the one who drives Dad to the Doctor
and isn’t too busy
or too far away to spend the
afternoon with her Mom.
to dress and shower.
Today she will slide
into a comfortable pair
of slacks, large top,
and Reeboks.
She will comb her short white hair
clean her glasses
take another Aleve
as the coffee brews
while she straightens up
before she gets into her car
to drive into town.
It is Sunday.
Today she will earn double time.
Tomorrow she has the day off.
Tomorrow she will celebrate
eat pizza at the mall
with her youngest daughter
the one who remembers to call her every day
the one who drives Dad to the Doctor
and isn’t too busy
or too far away to spend the
afternoon with her Mom.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
No Flowers
Send me no flowers
no pretty petals
velvet soft.
Send me no long stemmed
beauties
whose dewy fragrance
waft.
Send me no posies
that require
casual note
if you care.
for they will surely die
their purple blooms
will choke
into a speckled brown despair.
Send instead
a cactus or a weed
that will not wither
or get into a dither
from neglect
that can be left
to survive in a
brown thumbed void
unchecked.
no pretty petals
velvet soft.
Send me no long stemmed
beauties
whose dewy fragrance
waft.
Send me no posies
that require
casual note
if you care.
for they will surely die
their purple blooms
will choke
into a speckled brown despair.
Send instead
a cactus or a weed
that will not wither
or get into a dither
from neglect
that can be left
to survive in a
brown thumbed void
unchecked.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
The Barber
He looks competent enough
standing there in his white shirt and dark trousers
as he makes slow deliberate steps
in a well worn semi circle
pivoting left and right
his sharp scissors shaping and clipping
carefully clicking along to a favorite tune
as dark mounds pile up on the floor
a shaggy witness to his art.
A trusty comb is well positioned in his back pocket
at the ready, set for its cameo appearance and then placed back
as the razor continues to hum
as he finishes up the Asian man before me
his neck freshly shaved and brushed
as the cologne is dabbed and the smock is removed and shaken.
The black and white checkered floor
quickly surrenders her dark wispy curls
as he turns from the polished chrome
and black leather chair
and announces
the next lucky customer.
It is gripping
like a one act play
and I am in the front row
then he looks at me and smiles repeating the invitation.
I smile back
it’s too late to retreat.
I walk the lonely mile
and surrender my locks
to his sharp shears.
The floor willingly accepts
my sacrifice
and the play continues
with one sold out seat
held over
as the patrons
continue to line up
down the street.
standing there in his white shirt and dark trousers
as he makes slow deliberate steps
in a well worn semi circle
pivoting left and right
his sharp scissors shaping and clipping
carefully clicking along to a favorite tune
as dark mounds pile up on the floor
a shaggy witness to his art.
A trusty comb is well positioned in his back pocket
at the ready, set for its cameo appearance and then placed back
as the razor continues to hum
as he finishes up the Asian man before me
his neck freshly shaved and brushed
as the cologne is dabbed and the smock is removed and shaken.
The black and white checkered floor
quickly surrenders her dark wispy curls
as he turns from the polished chrome
and black leather chair
and announces
the next lucky customer.
It is gripping
like a one act play
and I am in the front row
then he looks at me and smiles repeating the invitation.
I smile back
it’s too late to retreat.
I walk the lonely mile
and surrender my locks
to his sharp shears.
The floor willingly accepts
my sacrifice
and the play continues
with one sold out seat
held over
as the patrons
continue to line up
down the street.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
A Wedding Toast
Let us rejoice and speak of love
lift up our glasses and cherish this moment
the day, the hour when two have become one.
Let us witness the beginning of a marvelous union.
Let us revel in the beauty, lift it up,
nourish it, praise it and
protect it.
Let us allow it the freedom to blossom
into a ripening mature love
resulting in contented bundles of joy to celebrate
further broadcasting our hopes and dreams
for a better tomorrow, long life and prosperity.
Here is to the sharing of this splendid occasion and in so doing
we refresh our own vows to one another
in friendship, faith and hope.
lift up our glasses and cherish this moment
the day, the hour when two have become one.
Let us witness the beginning of a marvelous union.
Let us revel in the beauty, lift it up,
nourish it, praise it and
protect it.
Let us allow it the freedom to blossom
into a ripening mature love
resulting in contented bundles of joy to celebrate
further broadcasting our hopes and dreams
for a better tomorrow, long life and prosperity.
Here is to the sharing of this splendid occasion and in so doing
we refresh our own vows to one another
in friendship, faith and hope.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Published
Three poems personify terror
two photographs
true plumbs
Rain Bird
-Published May 2011-
Rain Bird
plumbs true;
photographs two
terror personify, poems three.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Missing
News
Bunny steals eggs
Steers were Mastiffs
Film shows balls
-Missing-
Balls shows film
Mastiffs now Steers
Eggs steals bunny
News
Bunny steals eggs
Steers were Mastiffs
Film shows balls
-Missing-
Balls shows film
Mastiffs now Steers
Eggs steals bunny
News
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Medicine
Oh prescription
take this virus
burning red
drop me
back
into my bed
where fishes glide
in seas so blue
with rest restored
ill health subdued.
take this virus
burning red
drop me
back
into my bed
where fishes glide
in seas so blue
with rest restored
ill health subdued.
Dreamland
Mirror oh Mirror
deliver dearer
kind reflections to this mirror
this view surrender
now much clearer.
-Dreamland-
Clearer
much now surrender view this to mirror
Reflections kind
dearer deliver
Mirror oh Mirror.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter
Celebrate
dye eggs, eat chocolate
enjoy friends and family
-Easter-
family and friends enjoy
chocolate eat, eggs dye
Celebrate.
dye eggs, eat chocolate
enjoy friends and family
-Easter-
family and friends enjoy
chocolate eat, eggs dye
Celebrate.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Earth Day Challenge
Change you
Start now
Recycle, renew, review
Earth Day
-Challenge-
Day Earth
Review, renew, recycle
Now start
You change.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Sentinel
Myna bird pair
sing raucous songs
silent warrior tiki waits.
--Sentinel—
waits
tiki warrior silent
songs raucous sing
pair birds
myna.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
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