Life’s unrivaled antic

Up the rose strewn trail scented
rushes the frantic fool
dizzy, common sense dented
like a kid out of school

We’re unfazed
hasty, dazed
our eyes glazed
all sense razed

Aroused to love romantic
what thrilling perception
our life’s unrivaled antic
of passion, deception

A game by a Creator ‘demented’
assures new generations tormented

Tanned, between your toes sand

To Kim & Gary on their anniversary

What did echo in your ‘McMansion’
was the sound of over expansion

That huge ‘Starter Castle’
turned a life style nonstarter
Not worth all the hassle
so you did something smarter:

Found a richer bounty
in LA county

Happily you celebrate
anniversary on the beach
Setting sun, as winds abate
feels just right, spared all overreach

The golden sand between your toes
now how your ‘rugged hardship’ goes

 

Are we all doing our utmost not to boast?

Before sunrise he’d be found
like clockwork our rooster
on his fiefdom’s barnyard mound
as his own best booster

Perhaps wound tightly
but hens find him knightly
Comes across sprightly
takes a stance uprightly

Repeatedly he must crow
to hear his own voice inflection
In dedication aglow
offers, as it is, protection

Aren’t we all doing our utmost
while taking good care not to boast?

Hers is such flair, beware!

To our neighbor on a birthday:

Our Yana is still (sort of) young
with mind crisp, of civilized tongue

What looks, heart, style & dare!
all exuded with such flair!

In her presence we’re left unsung

Do we all need one to be ‘with’ someone?

Aren’t we idling in the wings
until phone imposes
listlessly until it rings
then all else forecloses?

In hyper connected times
everywhere a free zone
where lights up & crisply chimes
our exacting smart phone

Long gone when dialog was between two
now it takes a three- or foursome to coo

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three- or foursome = 2 persons + 1 or 2 smartphones involved

Glad to Have You Home

A Limerick on the occasion of Conner, a grandson, returning home to Sunset Hill in Seattle after serving as a paratrooper with the IDF.

There was a young man from Sunset Hill
with many talents & of strong will

As a paratrooper Conner
served IDF with honor

For now, I suspect, he’s had his fill

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IDF: Israeli Defense Forces

Now grownups who gallop standing in their stirrups

Erstwhile kids, now grownups
galloping wildly
standing in own stirrups
Long now since childly

Ought not be arcane
let them be who they are
So give them free rein
and the chance to go far

Do free them, or would you rather
that they turn out like their father?

A flower flows ever so gently with the wind

Flower’s stalk bows bent
face down, pose dejected
but does she lament
her being rejected?

While I admired her entranced
who else might have noticed
spared but the briefest of glance
or feeling remotest?

Why would a single real life flower need to be seen
when several thousands can be pulled up on your screen?