how we pass our lives,
more than eat, sleep, work and play
it’s commitment to the running quest, the arts,
seeking to reach the best in every way
and the people we know, the wonderful people,
what they say, what they choose,
these things we relate to, a veritable love
day to day, win or lose
reflections on those i’ve known assist me
to evaluate position here in life, my own,
we must maintain control, be diligent, yet go easily,
while throttle open, wheeling free
Saturday, February 27, 2010
of friends
of friends,
and our times
precious, special
when we meet and talk
inch our way
discovering who we are
taking food and drink together
sharing laughter
building the good hours
but people do move away
and it comes so sudden
when they are gone
best wishes, to all friends near and far,
and thank god we have pleasant memories,
warm like red hearth fire coals that linger on
and our times
precious, special
when we meet and talk
inch our way
discovering who we are
taking food and drink together
sharing laughter
building the good hours
but people do move away
and it comes so sudden
when they are gone
best wishes, to all friends near and far,
and thank god we have pleasant memories,
warm like red hearth fire coals that linger on
i was born on
i was born on Steinbeck’s birthday
and have always liked the smell of ocean
also born the same day as Elizabeth Taylor
but haven’t married eight times . . . yet
i also share my day with Emperor Constantine
his year of birth is debatable,
you'd think they'd have kept better records
on leaders of the civilized world
just guessing now, but i
could have been born on Moses birthday
but his calendar didn’t have a February
anyway i’m of Polish descent not Egyptian
and if i were to leave my homeland, for sure
i'd never take thousands of people with me
and irritate the Pharaoh so terribly
that he'd chase me with his army
oh, and Longfellow's birthday too,
can't forget about him
else thing have to do
is write dis all again
and have always liked the smell of ocean
also born the same day as Elizabeth Taylor
but haven’t married eight times . . . yet
i also share my day with Emperor Constantine
his year of birth is debatable,
you'd think they'd have kept better records
on leaders of the civilized world
just guessing now, but i
could have been born on Moses birthday
but his calendar didn’t have a February
anyway i’m of Polish descent not Egyptian
and if i were to leave my homeland, for sure
i'd never take thousands of people with me
and irritate the Pharaoh so terribly
that he'd chase me with his army
oh, and Longfellow's birthday too,
can't forget about him
else thing have to do
is write dis all again
Friday, February 26, 2010
Dumpling Realizer
without a glitch she passed
through the force field poles
that undoubtedly scan shoppers for weapons
or maybe just make pictures for the boys in the back room
as into market fighting for position, she goes
we’re having soup she said, i saw zucchini laid in a line,
a clerk with a braid came to her aid, once or twice,
she bought magic stuff to make dumplings
amid a symphony of vegetables, meat and a lot of cheese
she had taken her wheeled cart along
the one that is Scotch red and blue plaid,
i have no idea why they decided to spell plaid that way
we paid for all, including her Dumpling Realizer
what most earthlings call baking powder,
i thought i’d mention that,
as it is the name of this poem
braid, maid, raid, laid,
paid, aid, and plaid
there i said it,
and i’m glad
through the force field poles
that undoubtedly scan shoppers for weapons
or maybe just make pictures for the boys in the back room
as into market fighting for position, she goes
we’re having soup she said, i saw zucchini laid in a line,
a clerk with a braid came to her aid, once or twice,
she bought magic stuff to make dumplings
amid a symphony of vegetables, meat and a lot of cheese
she had taken her wheeled cart along
the one that is Scotch red and blue plaid,
i have no idea why they decided to spell plaid that way
we paid for all, including her Dumpling Realizer
what most earthlings call baking powder,
i thought i’d mention that,
as it is the name of this poem
braid, maid, raid, laid,
paid, aid, and plaid
there i said it,
and i’m glad
Thursday, February 25, 2010
too much to ask
this may be
too much to ask,
it’s not really necessary,
we could leave it for last
but do i really need it?
it could be quite a task,
oh well, don’t bother,
forget i asked
too much to ask,
it’s not really necessary,
we could leave it for last
but do i really need it?
it could be quite a task,
oh well, don’t bother,
forget i asked
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
out of time
difficult for me
to imagine the chapter,
walking my familiar street
in some other time, before or after
sooner or later, no matter
with no key in my pocket to unlock it
or permission to enter
because my door belongs to another
and the stuff inside there
is someone else’s now
or hasn’t happened yet
in another time, wow
to imagine the chapter,
walking my familiar street
in some other time, before or after
sooner or later, no matter
with no key in my pocket to unlock it
or permission to enter
because my door belongs to another
and the stuff inside there
is someone else’s now
or hasn’t happened yet
in another time, wow
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
to market
Isfahan's Grand Bazaar,
dates from the 10th century
is largely covered
and ten kilometers long
The Tehran's Grand Bazaar
is also ten kilometers long.
The Grand Bazaar of Istanbul
built in the 15th century,
is still one of the largest covered
markets in the world,
has more than 58 streets
and 4,000 shops
yet, i can moan congestion
and impatience when in line
at the tiny local market
with three people in line ahead of me
dates from the 10th century
is largely covered
and ten kilometers long
The Tehran's Grand Bazaar
is also ten kilometers long.
The Grand Bazaar of Istanbul
built in the 15th century,
is still one of the largest covered
markets in the world,
has more than 58 streets
and 4,000 shops
yet, i can moan congestion
and impatience when in line
at the tiny local market
with three people in line ahead of me
enjoy my words
enjoy my words, take a spin,
they are yours to hitch on
i’ve put them down for you again
but you know them in your heart
like the sun and the rain and the stars,
the wind and the snows
and the moon that rolls over head too
for all of them and love, for me, for you
and the fishes in the seas
and the bears in the woods
the birds in the sky
and the horse you rode in on
they are yours to hitch on
i’ve put them down for you again
but you know them in your heart
like the sun and the rain and the stars,
the wind and the snows
and the moon that rolls over head too
for all of them and love, for me, for you
and the fishes in the seas
and the bears in the woods
the birds in the sky
and the horse you rode in on
snow is on the way
snow is on the way
let’s sit back and watch time slip away
the kettle’s on the boil now
and the sun shot it’s last ray
let’s call it a day
let’s sit back and watch time slip away
the kettle’s on the boil now
and the sun shot it’s last ray
let’s call it a day
Monday, February 22, 2010
if i
if i wasn’t running at the limit
floored in the fast zone
with three giant double rigs
trying to pass me on a curve
i’d jam your mailbox with fragment
flower pieces exploding fragrant color.
any time you like, say you need me,
i’ll be there
floored in the fast zone
with three giant double rigs
trying to pass me on a curve
i’d jam your mailbox with fragment
flower pieces exploding fragrant color.
any time you like, say you need me,
i’ll be there
Sunday, February 21, 2010
evaluating
evaluating after, how it came to pass,
the quick visit, our participation
they came, we there for them here,
around Roma then beyond, hang on
between rains and scattered sunshine
a meal to remember, the man, the ambiance, flavors,
a train ride, hilly green country along the way
photos taken, everywhere history on display,
people rushing, passing glimpses, no names,
man with blue funny hat, beggars, young people talking loudly,
others become connections, we talk, exchange names
proving - open of mind you discover
had to pay eleven euro to enter the museum
my birthday 65 is next week, then i enter free damn me free,
the young man at the counter said his line as it was written,
i saw it as a chance for humanity to work out details together,
overall i was seven days short and eleven euro lighter
back to their trip, in a nutshell, made choices
saw this, missed this other
no time for that, or i didn’t think of it
or was closed for the day, save some for next time
overall , the familial trip ends, what said remembered sketchy
air plane in, air plane out
flash trip snap, then zap, it’s over
Kodak had it right, we need photos,
besides - that’s what drawers are for
the quick visit, our participation
they came, we there for them here,
around Roma then beyond, hang on
between rains and scattered sunshine
a meal to remember, the man, the ambiance, flavors,
a train ride, hilly green country along the way
photos taken, everywhere history on display,
people rushing, passing glimpses, no names,
man with blue funny hat, beggars, young people talking loudly,
others become connections, we talk, exchange names
proving - open of mind you discover
had to pay eleven euro to enter the museum
my birthday 65 is next week, then i enter free damn me free,
the young man at the counter said his line as it was written,
i saw it as a chance for humanity to work out details together,
overall i was seven days short and eleven euro lighter
back to their trip, in a nutshell, made choices
saw this, missed this other
no time for that, or i didn’t think of it
or was closed for the day, save some for next time
overall , the familial trip ends, what said remembered sketchy
air plane in, air plane out
flash trip snap, then zap, it’s over
Kodak had it right, we need photos,
besides - that’s what drawers are for
Friday, February 19, 2010
you just get on board
warped in mind they emerge from airport swirl
we train along with other weary passengers
to the central station in Roma, the Termini
then got on a bus, it departs
looking back we notice not all of us got on the bus
Kate is standing there
good bye, goodbye, Kate, fare thee well
we’ll find you in about a month,
it’s a big city,
if we look for you
if you’re lucky,
if the gypsies don’t get you first and sell you
miracle of miracles, never have i seen this,
just as i wave goodbye
the bus stops, and waits for her
their vacation is saved
and now it begins in earnest,
we’ll run them, fun them
let them sleep when the vacation is over,
for this is a trip of a lifetime, more or less, we’ll see
i don’t want to exaggerate
we train along with other weary passengers
to the central station in Roma, the Termini
then got on a bus, it departs
looking back we notice not all of us got on the bus
Kate is standing there
good bye, goodbye, Kate, fare thee well
we’ll find you in about a month,
it’s a big city,
if we look for you
if you’re lucky,
if the gypsies don’t get you first and sell you
miracle of miracles, never have i seen this,
just as i wave goodbye
the bus stops, and waits for her
their vacation is saved
and now it begins in earnest,
we’ll run them, fun them
let them sleep when the vacation is over,
for this is a trip of a lifetime, more or less, we’ll see
i don’t want to exaggerate
Thursday, February 18, 2010
poemcholia
at times after i write them
i want to hold them tight then,
not turn my pet mice-like poems loose
out of the sock drawer to scamper, taking flight
snap-like go-now puppies on the run
out on their own rolling
beyond my control
out of reach, out of sight
crossing the street
against the light,
a lone drifter may find them and take comfort
some blue dark eerie night
that’s okay, though It’s still not through
cause then, of my poems,
what is left will creep around
eventually, to snuggle up with you
so it’s all okay,
i think
therefore i am okay,
i think
i want to hold them tight then,
not turn my pet mice-like poems loose
out of the sock drawer to scamper, taking flight
snap-like go-now puppies on the run
out on their own rolling
beyond my control
out of reach, out of sight
crossing the street
against the light,
a lone drifter may find them and take comfort
some blue dark eerie night
that’s okay, though It’s still not through
cause then, of my poems,
what is left will creep around
eventually, to snuggle up with you
so it’s all okay,
i think
therefore i am okay,
i think
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
thank
thanks for looking
attention is a starting point
for rounds beyond bounds, yes it is
thanks for being you,
you have something on your sleeve there
every encounter
your pleasant manner charms
i know it isn’t easy
there’s certainly plenty with which to contend
i thought someone was checking invitations
you do well
i’ve got to say
my friend, see you again
another day
that’s his mother’s coat i recognize it
when you don’t quite understand
what is going on
it’s always better
to keep one hand
on your wallet
attention is a starting point
for rounds beyond bounds, yes it is
thanks for being you,
you have something on your sleeve there
every encounter
your pleasant manner charms
i know it isn’t easy
there’s certainly plenty with which to contend
i thought someone was checking invitations
you do well
i’ve got to say
my friend, see you again
another day
that’s his mother’s coat i recognize it
when you don’t quite understand
what is going on
it’s always better
to keep one hand
on your wallet
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
walk with me
walk with me this chill afternoon for a stretch, a dash
to capture light between buildings on our waning grey afternoon,
giving change to this day, hiding away from cold light drizzle,
it is winter and we have become weary of the season
while in this ancient city, Roma, it’s a traveler’s duty to lurk
these miserable damp streets, grey stone lanes we know well,
above , lights cast gay walking shadows on fine lace draperies
in grand high-life quarters, of which we’re forever strangers
a dark hovel is our consolation, dreary chamber we can afford,
fragrant luxury is wafting from farther down the street,
there, anointed families that have treasured this area for generations,
while, as fate would have it, we measure as the unfortunate newcomers
briefly passing through this place, we are contending,
dodging history in the evolution of the extended saga,
as a smudged foot note, on a page in the chronicle of events
that will carry well on, beyond us, murky into the long forever
to capture light between buildings on our waning grey afternoon,
giving change to this day, hiding away from cold light drizzle,
it is winter and we have become weary of the season
while in this ancient city, Roma, it’s a traveler’s duty to lurk
these miserable damp streets, grey stone lanes we know well,
above , lights cast gay walking shadows on fine lace draperies
in grand high-life quarters, of which we’re forever strangers
a dark hovel is our consolation, dreary chamber we can afford,
fragrant luxury is wafting from farther down the street,
there, anointed families that have treasured this area for generations,
while, as fate would have it, we measure as the unfortunate newcomers
briefly passing through this place, we are contending,
dodging history in the evolution of the extended saga,
as a smudged foot note, on a page in the chronicle of events
that will carry well on, beyond us, murky into the long forever
Monday, February 15, 2010
Shahjan
this waiter at Bufetto Due
immigrated from Bangladesh,
has been working here three years,
during pre- crowd time we chatted
a good and gentle soul,
observant to see a kindred spirit,
took time to exchange words
brought us a lemoncello in parting
though only an acquaintance,
and heaven knows they come and go,
i wish Shahjan well on the journey
and peace, and happiness, i surly do
immigrated from Bangladesh,
has been working here three years,
during pre- crowd time we chatted
a good and gentle soul,
observant to see a kindred spirit,
took time to exchange words
brought us a lemoncello in parting
though only an acquaintance,
and heaven knows they come and go,
i wish Shahjan well on the journey
and peace, and happiness, i surly do
learning to help
pre-Christmas two years ago
all was quiet, even the mice, until
i crossed the street in front of a bus
fell and broke my wrist in three places
by the time i made it home
M. had a fine evening meal prepared
so i ate, needing only one arm for soup,
it was delicious, then went to the hospital
considerate M. waited four days
before she fell and broke her ankle,
our first broken bones were a teaching,
as we spent the holidays helping each other
all was quiet, even the mice, until
i crossed the street in front of a bus
fell and broke my wrist in three places
by the time i made it home
M. had a fine evening meal prepared
so i ate, needing only one arm for soup,
it was delicious, then went to the hospital
considerate M. waited four days
before she fell and broke her ankle,
our first broken bones were a teaching,
as we spent the holidays helping each other
Sunday, February 14, 2010
the radio on
the radio on while driving
matching wits with news makers
often winning arguments, yelling out the window
i go on auto pilot,
making new slogans for commercials
often forgetting to signal,
with the window open i get wet
persistence keeps me on the road
i have learned to turn the wipers on,
lights would be fine if i could find them,
paying attention while driving is a good idea,
but i don’t seem the type
if lost i keep going
as long as there is gas in the tank
i know i could drive a taxi
those that i assist will tip me
matching wits with news makers
often winning arguments, yelling out the window
i go on auto pilot,
making new slogans for commercials
often forgetting to signal,
with the window open i get wet
persistence keeps me on the road
i have learned to turn the wipers on,
lights would be fine if i could find them,
paying attention while driving is a good idea,
but i don’t seem the type
if lost i keep going
as long as there is gas in the tank
i know i could drive a taxi
those that i assist will tip me
Saturday, February 13, 2010
of time
as it should be
tomorrow is unknown
and will arrive
in due time
it is far more advantageous
to retread carefully
lessons to be learned
from yesterdays
tomorrow is unknown
and will arrive
in due time
it is far more advantageous
to retread carefully
lessons to be learned
from yesterdays
Friday, February 12, 2010
snowfall joy / blizzard of Roma
snowfall joy
from warm looking out
see those flake giants
barging down elbow to elbow
churning thick
tumbling fat boys
elated, she got me outside
hat gloves scarf bundled
treading the rare blizzard of Roma
where Piazza Navona is white open,
a snowball or two launched in Campo dei Fiori
then all too soon, sun comes out
from warm looking out
see those flake giants
barging down elbow to elbow
churning thick
tumbling fat boys
elated, she got me outside
hat gloves scarf bundled
treading the rare blizzard of Roma
where Piazza Navona is white open,
a snowball or two launched in Campo dei Fiori
then all too soon, sun comes out
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