chocolate ice cream and fudge sprinkled with a strawberry glaze, reading books, watching movies, playing board games on boring days,
dancing under the light of the moon, swimming naked in a hidden lagoon, wearing a funny costume
becoming a parent, politician, or playwright, creating a website, swimming in eternity pools all night,
prizes for running, jumping, and winning at Jeopardy, traveling to memorable places like France and Normandy, flying in planes that only hold three,
riding camels and horses in an exotic land, witnessing Yellowstone National Park’s geysers firsthand, walking on Mali’s white sand
hiking through the jungles of Peru, riding in a canoe, and learning Spanish too,
going to sports events, eating cabbage after it ferments, and living in tents,
but there’s got to be more
on some distant shore
my soul cries out
the swamp committee
held an emergency
meeting one day
and fish were there
concerned over the frogs
someone locked them up
in a wicker basket
with hardly any air
so the swamp committee
gathered to see
how to set them free
the plotters made a plan
to free the frogs
from the man
when the alligator
the turtle let the frogs loose
saving them from more abuse
the frogs croaked in delight
throughout the night!
writing proper haiku
is not an easy thing to do
it takes narrative skills
and editing with no frills
the ability to condense
three lines that make sense
into English to tell a tale
like the holy grail
where, to our surprise
was nothing more than lies
the use of juxtaposition
in modern haiku
is still the proper thing to do
(Writer’s note: either this poem stunk to high heaven, or it had the worst title I ever gave a poem! My apologies. Guess it was my time to write a clinker! I’ll do my best not to repeat.)
I was always aware of someone watching me in the family
and it was oddly comforting but sometimes scary
like having The Eye of Horus or The Eye of Ra on me
no matter what I did or how dangerous the activity
That watchful eye followed me over the years
and helped me deal with my fears
sometimes, I look up at the sky
after all these years have gone by
and wonder why
I still believe in a watchful eye?
the stirring started when he became a teen
a young buck who fell for a beauty queen
the strange sensation in his groin a mystery
a newly found interest in the female anatomy
but when the day came
to ask the girl for a date
he just couldn’t concentrate
that fateful afternoon
because a shy voice in his head whispered… Too soon.
Why is there always one clown in a crowd who asks people witnessing an entertaining, strange, or scary event, “Did you see that?“
Why do some men and women wear pants so tight they rip if they bend over? And, for God’s sake, why are so many of them huge?
Why would anyone buy a wristwatch that just tells the time?
Why do some Evangelical Christians today get to pick and choose which of the 10 Commandments to follow?
Why does America have more people in prisons than any of the other top industrial nations in the world?
Why don’t train boxcars only carry boxes?
Why are you taking the time to read these silly questions?