Tuesday, July 27, 2010

A niece of the late Queen of Sheba

A niece of the late Queen of Sheba
Was promiscuous with an amoeba.
The small blob of jelly
Lay still on her belly
And amorously whispered "ich liebe".

Character is destiny

Circumstance is history
but character is destiny.
Think about it carefully,
learn the lesson thoroughly:
all of life is poetry.

By the time you see your path,
it may be too dark to follow.
Find another way.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

give peace a mulligan

simmering gently
the stew's ingredients blend
awaiting whirled peas

haiku is a poem

haiku is a poem
use seventeen syllables
try to say something

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Monday, July 12, 2010

ancient apemen actively advancing

pithy people
anthropologists say
ruled the world once
long ago and far away

in africa pithecanthropus
gave rise to folks like us

changed their name to homo
left their ancient home
grew a larger dome
learned to write a poem

sapient siblings continue to write
showing our new intellectual might

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Political Science

Ride the hectic dialectic
to the other side of sane.

Watch the world's worst contradictions
mock the world's worst kind of pain.

Then destroy corrupt creation
just to start it up again!

stormy weather

just a little noise and light
the rain announcing that it's here
nothing much to fear
when it's over we can see that we're all right

* ****** **** ****** *

the sunshine's kind of gray today
the moon begins to drizzle
the grass is clouding up, they say
and sunset's due to fizzle

* ****** **** ****** *

color me a sunset, paint it blue and gray
the perfect denouement to a bruiser of a day
smile me an evening, leave the day behind,
sitting here beside you, I don't mind

zen

you understand zen
going about your business
without meaning to

Friday, July 09, 2010

Lurking in the fetid basement

Lurking in the fetid basement,
rats with teeth like chisels wait,
as the humans stomp on by them,
putting out the poisoned bait.

Soon they’ll eat up all the poison,
never taking harm at all;
they’ll be sorry when we vanish,
no more leaving such a haul.

a squeal of disdain

a squeal of disdain
as he dies in pain
the mouse won't bother you again

his tiny soul
unsullied, whole
rodent heaven as his goal

he only ate a little bit
at RAT's right paw now he will sit

Mice fill an ancient niche

Mice fill an ancient niche,
living between bigger beasts,
hoping for scraps to snitch,
turning refuse into feasts.

Hiding in holes behind walls,
silently roaming at night,
whispering their careful calls,
no reason at all for fright.

Mice are happiest unseen;
they find most people are mean.

still their musty odor clings

urban vermin gets around
there's nowhere that he can't be found
if you don't think so -- turn around!

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

scruffy creepy crawly things
own your home -- till the alarm clock rings
still their musty odor clings

rodent footprints

rodent footprints on the shore
hunting for a scrap to eat
mice and rats most ancient lore
any garbage is a treat

rats and mice back on the street
where they never lack for snacks
sloppy households never neat
as the crumbs fall through the cracks

follow rodents by their tracks
kill them off with poison or
beat them up with forty whacks
there will still be plenty more

slowly through the bushes

slowly through the bushes
catsoft feet patrol the yard
rats and mice in mortal peril
from the humans' feline guard

never cross in open daylight
watch the shadow on the grass
hawks are also deadly danger
careful vermin quickly pass

once inside, the choicest treasure
placed inside a metal trap
lets the hungry rodent enter
shuts the heavy metal flap

still they flourish
no surprise
so many born
for each that dies