Clouds are morphing faster
Than the human virus
Upon a bluemost canvas
Framed by the highest leaves.
Millions are starving while
I have moment to feast.
Off the Cuff
Sleeves are rolled up
The lawn is mowed
Frogs are croaking, jets are roaring
Sky carries tumbling moisture
A hand caresses somewhere
Hand to mouth somewhere
Digestion somewhere
Alive right here.
Let’s keep ‘em coming!!!!!
April 39 and still posting – Are we there yet?
Gonna make that light
if it’s the last thing I do.
I will win this fight
I’m living in the now!
I get all this stuff
about NOW and MINDFULNESS.
It’s not so rough
People should just MIND ME!
Not wrong this time
I know that I’m right.
I’m leading the climb
It’s why I’m called Mr. Right – Mr. Right NOW!
Okay, you do your meditation
and live in your moment.
What some call pre-meditation
is just me planning ahead.
It’s different this time
I know what I’m doing.
I’m mastering time, or…
At least I’ve got my mind right.
Right?
Well, between you and me
I know my way’s right, though it is lots of work.
I’ve a Master’s Degree
In the business of things and doing.
I’ve learned lots from Sisyphus
On persistence and attaining the goal.
To keep driving the bus
And not dwell on what I can’t change.
Sure, Kafka and Camus
Talk about the dark side of goals
Thay calls it Vô Sự
As if effort and struggle weren’t noble.
I’ll keep staying in motion
and get points for devotion.
Since I know that my role
is to reach the big goal.
Right?
I Heard
On the thirty-sixth of April
The little songbird
Sitting tall upon the new growth
Of Spring
Paused
Groomed itself
In the heat of this day
Then sang a song
For all the world to applaud.
April 34th
April 34th
When do things start and when are their ends?
Now that we’ve started to rhyme with our friends,
Who says there isn’t an April 34th?
A day for each day that our words find their birth.
And a 35th, -sixth, and -seventh?
and onwards past eleventh?
30 Poems in 30 Days
May live on in other ways
We’ve tried haiku, sonnet, and limerick,
Honkadori and ballads near-epic.
Why not some gathas, renga, or tanka?
Doggerel, death poems, or styles of Sri Lanka?
As long as our words don’t shrink down to a dribble
Let’s give more support to Gensho and Cybil.
