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Haiku over Coffee

Haiku over Coffee

(while I was away)

 

Fat robin.  Pregnant?

Why not, this is fecund time.

Eggs into small birds.

(walking through the yard)

 

never never ne

ver will I trust in this a

gain mean it this time

(playing with “never” the way

Shakespeare plays “tomorrow”)

 

“selfishness of mind”

is the “common enemy”

Dalai Lama bless

(at the bookstore)

 

Too much death in news

Guns, traffic, derailments, fire

Country mouse for home

(reading and watching the city

news at the same time)

 

 

So you know, all friends

Each drafting of one of these

Truly with coffee

(even now)

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g is for gallop

g is for gallop

(verse at work)

 

galloping

I remember not directly the old radio show featuring the masked man Lone Ranger whose mask was made from the clothing of his dead brother a Texas Ranger ambushed in a gully by a criminal gang led by Butch Cavendish I think the companion for the Lone Ranger was Tonto an American Indian with many skills though doubtlessly not treated with the respect he was due I’m not sure who played the Ranger and Tonto on radio but certainly on television still before my time it was Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels respectively and isn’t that a great name for the Native American companion well Clayton Moore tended to live the part which wasn’t all that bad because in public he reinforced a message to children that justice was good and fair a win even if the winning went hard there was more silver than simply in the name of the actor for the Ranger shot silver bullets from two guns he had wrapped around his waist silver bullets shooting straighter and true so went the lore I think and his horse was named Silver too which led to the famous expression “Hi-ho, Silver!” that the Lone Ranger called usually while his horse reared on its two hind legs and that cry was followed by “Away!” and I swear in reruns and rebroadcasts I think it was maybe Tonto who shouted “Away!” though I suppose I’m only romanticizing to give him more stature when saluting their own show and Tonto’s horse was named Scout but after all the calling set in the saddles of their chargers you know what they did they galloped away from the warm radio brocade panel or the cathode-ray lit television screen and where did they gallop but into their next adventure and should not we do the same

 

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

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F is for Folderol

F is for Folderol

 

An old word for silly when

Something must be said though

No language is required

 

Folderol, la, my dear

Folderol, ha, be near

 

Okay, few words—mostly

Un-worded sounds are sung

 

Maybe to fill in a fear, if

Singers think there should

Be a lyric, and none shows

 

While love is there, shouting

In the mind

 

 

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

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“No Bad Dogs”

“No Bad Dogs”

 

A while ago, maybe

In the eighteen-eighties

(Sorry, I’m tired),

There was a dog-

Trainer named Barbara

Woodhouse

 

Who reasoned that

Dogs were fine—it was

Their humans who

Screwed up

 

I can see that; here,

There is an understanding

That when dogs go

Outside, treats are given

On returning

 

One dog, two dogs, no

Difference—all dogs get

Treats

 

Apparently, timelessness

Is a contract point as

Well

 

And so here I am,

Sitting with dogs in the

Middle of the night,

Not midnight but the

Middle, which means

Later

 

They bark (bad for

The neighborhood),

Claiming the need

To retreat to the yard,

One canine or the

Other (there is a

Tendency, a strategy,

To tag-team it)

 

Many times with

Treats each time, as

Earlier negotiated

 

So here’s what I

Learn: on TV at three

And four a.m., ninjas

Make coffee while

Dragons sell blades

(Presumably katanas,

Too)

 

The Twilight Zone

Prevails (I like that show),

Until we’re told that

Inductive cooking’s best

 

No virtue in deductive

Cooking?  Cooking with

Pre-Socratics or with

Sherlock Holmes?

 

There’s news, but it’s

Recycled every hour;

Local news takes over

Pre-dawn time

 

So, after scant hours

When we all agree

That sleep is good,

We wake up to start

A new round of table

Talk and trips for

Treats (maybe I’ll

End up hating

Hallowe’en—nah, I

Don’t think so)

 

(But) who let my sister

And her spouse out of

The country?  With

Such intransigent

Dissident doggies

Still stateside with me?

 

At least, when today

In just-dawn light I

Open the paper (that I

Don’t take at home)

 

I read that the

Pakistani student union

At the university

Is painting henna

Designs on children

And others to raise

Peaceful awareness

 

That’s good news

 

And, besides, “Who let

The dogs out?”

 

That is me

 

 

No Bad Dogs, Barbara Woodhouse, Touchstone, 1984

“Who Let the Dogs Out?” performed by Baha Men, 2000

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E is for Erato

E is for Erato

(the muse of love poetry)

 

We breathe in and out our

Bodies matching moving hearts

 

Delight in joined revealing

Opened and shared at last

 

Love lingers, and that’s important

But in this time it’s passion

 

Sending a siren-song whose

Magic we shall not escape

 

‘Til breathing slows and sacred

Act eases into other life

 

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

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Old Poodle

Old Poodle

 

Old Poodle’s rather useless,

Like his step-brother also

Old beyond his breed’s

Allowance

 

But none too bright with too

Shrill a bark—fine with him,

Since his hearing’s hard

 

Looking to command him

Is a whimsical try, for he

Has cataracts thus can ignore

Any words he doesn’t want

To see

 

I think Old Poodle likes things

This way—no expectation

Presses, while his interests

(Not surprising, is it?) take

Away all other precedence

 

After all, anything not sensed

Can become preeminent

 

Useless, loud Old Poodle is a

Dear—‘til God wants him, we

Want him here

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D is for Dactyl

D is for Dactyl

 

A metrical foot consisting of an accented syllable followed by two unaccented syllables; the words “poetry” and “basketball” are both dactylic. Tennyson’s “The Charge of the Light Brigade” is written in dactylic meter.*

 

Into the Valley Relentlessly

 

Tennyson’s name is dactylic and

Powering into the cavalry riding in

Symmetry into the broken lines

Forcefully facing foes orderly

If much less pow’rfully

 

Others have dactyl-ly crafted this

Metred way so that a moving sound

Makes rhythm stronger thus

Aiding the pounding desired in the

Poetry

 

Dactyl for your verse and also

In mine

 

*(http://www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/glossary-term/dactyl)

 

 

 

 

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

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Crueling Month

Crueling Month

(in response to Dajena’s kind challenge)

 

February’s kinda cruel

 

First, there’s pronouncing it

(In Arabic months or Hebrew

Or Chinese it might go

Better), then facing it as the

Last full month of winter (In

The Northeast)

 

I don’t know what to make

Of Valentine’s Day, an

American confusion

 

But the month offers two

Gifts at the start and end

 

My favorite, shapeless

Holiday on the second, a

Day for groundhog-prophecy

That celebrated in any

Undetermined way is good

 

And sometimes like now

(This year) we get an extra

February day

 

But then

 

It’s an added winter day:

Why not be offered in a

Temperate season?

 

Compensation for all

Lengthier other months, I

Guess

 

https://moonskittles.wordpress.com/2016/04/04/cruel-month-a-poem/

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Old Dachshund

Old Dachshund

 

Old Dachshund is a grand duke dog

Older than he should be

It’s night, and the snow flies

He steps outside and toward the

Dark, Old Dachshund barks three times

 

Believing now his domain is secure,

He turns ‘round, seeking warmth

Inside

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