summer sometimes

briefly at the summers end
we follow sunshine on the water
follow memories and pretend
the days are really not much shorter

sometimes at the summers end
we remember summers past
and the life that we enjoyed
knowing that it cannot last much longer

tracing memories through the years
years of triumph years of fears
till success is who we've met
not what we've got

life is only where we've been
not what we dreamed

human

inside the forest
the homeland forever
part of the wildlife
hunter and prey

lifetimes of drought
forest to grassland
climbers to runners
that was our chance

not by the brain
not by the hand
but by the foot
how we advanced

on the edge

uncertainty is friends with me
we sit and contemplate
to what degree
the world is out of date

now we are faced with world war three
with bigotry and crime
and we have come to see
the world is out of time

islam does not plan to subjugate
but simply to eliminate

metro gnome

clicking down a city street
urban vermin keeps the beat
no one sees his mis-matched feet
but all the hippies think his manic grin is sweet

never sure
if i met those hippies once before
never mind
as long as all their friends are mine
never miss
the concert in the park where we can share
a space beneath the trees and the grass for a chair

www.mykuworld.com

where are the snows of yesteryear
that fell so soft and white
and children played and parents sang
and all the world was bright

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melting snow and drooping eyes
children love the holidays
then the party's over
still the stars bejewel the skies

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what's done is done when the sun goes down
but the sun will also rise
i live for that
to see the sun glow in your eyes

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disrepair is where i'm at
sliding in to end the race
beaten battered tired sore
unused would be the real disgrace

Another young man from Nantucket ...

The was a young man from Nantucket
Who liked to shoot fish in a bucket.
He said with a grin,
As he ripped off its skin,
If this fish was a duck, I would pluck it.

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.

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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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

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!