Friday, January 15, 2010

POEM A DAY

Pithy sayings
Otherwise overlooked
Engage readers with
Moving metaphors

Allotting thirty

Daily
Allegories to raise and encourage emerging
Young poets.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Successful People

Successful people
are bold.
They have an attitude
that allows them to
put themselves
into the killing fields
allowing
the vultures
to pick at their bones
as they glean
vital pieces
of information.
Undisciplined
to the casual eye
they manage to
pull off the impossible
particularly
to those who
would
mock
and ultimately
die
disillusioned.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

50's Milestone Shorts

Poem a Day
charge’s brain’s battery.

50’s boomer hikes
Diamond Head trail.

Still trying to
learn new things.

Changing with times
sparks stimulus package.

50’s best life
is staying green.

50’s quiet reflection
six word memoirs.

Golf at 50
sinks two putts.

50’s golf swing
flies the distance.

Book smart babe
writes poetry books.

50’s life story
roams evocative lane.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Time well spent

Time well spent
is a man
sowing seeds
in rich loam
watering and feeding diligently
day after day
repeating the process
until finally
he eats the reward.

is a good book
read
in pursuit
of personal growth
that gives up its seat
on the train
of popular thought.

is a belief
challenged
on the road
to
paradise
that passes
through
a
parallel
universe.

is time
spent
with family
anywhere
anytime
conversing,
their minds connected
to the same antenna.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Windy,Cherita

Kona winds

scatter lightweight objects
to four converse corners.

A tiresome
puzzle
to piece together.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Siblings-Aphorisms

The oldest child
breaks through barriers.

The middle kid
sports steel determination.

Sisters exchange secrets
friends share information.

Siblings have rivalry
friends craft alliance.

The youngest one
never grows old.

Sisters for life
family still rules.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

A Great Dane's Report on New Year’s Eve in Hawaii

I would be the first to piss on all of them
and all their explosives.
I would make sure to tinkle on all of their matches
not a single aerial or even a piece of obnoxious red paper
would remain dry.
This colossal stain would wreak a reminder that
these islands are shared by all.
Then I would jump on every marauder
and knock them down, cut their height in
half or eighths if need be.
Their point of view altered like that of an errant child
left out after dark without supervision,
forced to see from a new angle.
I would then bark a loud critique about the ramifications
of deafness inflicted on beings of a lesser god.
Crazed by their ignorance, I might resort to
property damage leaving traces of my angst as a
sign to future canine, inciting them to rethink the
outdated notion of a man’s best friend.

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