Poetry
Part of my human condition
I think about suicide daily
Not as an alternative
But part of my human condition
That reflects me as I reflect upon it
Spring blessing
Robins have made a home in our backyard.
Today, an old fat one lights upon the row
of potted nasturtiums
I placed upon the wall of the garden bed.
Light plastic pots filled with weightless potting soil,
he hops one to the other,
Charlie Chaplin
The clown does Shakespeare
and we laugh.
Hidden waif, tortured reader,
stolen son, serious child,
why do we howl when you misbehave,
cry, when you are kind?
Donald, which chimera are you?
Oh lion, liar,
snake, oh goat
neither reptile, mammal,
nor best of all time.
You gotta be lucky to be in love
You gotta be lucky to be in love.
Bet on the hot hand, roll the dice,
play hard to be twice as nice.
Cut a two, make it hearts,
you gotta make the bet if you want the part;
you gotta be lucky to be in love.
Bear
My family often call me a bear.
Perhaps it’s my grumpy nature.
I’m known to roar if startled,
behave badly if woken abruptly.