Looked at his place as his Life’s moorage
while she’d been searching for free storage
When she brought her stuff in all
just room for him in the hall
where awkward to cook breakfast porridge
Truth be told we want to drive also when old
Have we noticed less yelling
these days in tight traffic
less impudent labeling
fewer gestures graphic?
Do we drive more like adults
with manners to be commended
lessened the need to insult
and slower to get offended?
If so, it might be truth to say
for fear of being blown away?
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
His physics mind shoots thunderbolts, his body flips in somersaults
A limerick on a birthday of a neighbor who’s both an accomplished scientist & in his youth gymnast:
There was a youngish man called Igor
who treats all he meets with ardor
a man of great science
with strong self-reliance
Among Norse gods resembles most Thor!
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Why Thor? Because they both rather swing a thunderbolt hammer than just sit around and yammer
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
Stand your ground, fire another round!
Others we hate or fear
and regard with derision
We carry guns & sneer
amidst growing division
Facing constant suspicion
we’re piling up the munition
Self-defense our sole mission
sensing no need for contrition
Under the law of ‘stand-your-ground’
go ahead, fire another round!
Disadvantaged but they managed
We hail from people who had to toil
through ages in bleak subsistence
on some miserly morsel of soil
eking out a grim existence
Disadvantaged
but they managed
Now to ‘consumer’ uplifted
infinitely more stuff
How human life has shifted!
Why can’t we get enough?
Clearly she ain’t fainting from painting
There was this artist named Yana
after inhaled marijuana
rather chomped pizza with extra cheese
than painted another masterpiece
Quaint her take on what’s Nirvana
Face it. To place a sign in our yard ain’t that hard
Along with other woke tag lines
the campaign ‘Black Lives Matter’
has seen taken down its yard signs
while White Lies still do smatter
Signs a snug way to get involved
while largely leave issues unsolved
Tittle-tattle in Seattle
Haven’t we got quite the knack
for freely shooting the breeze
for endless boorish yak
above pizza dripping cheese?
I’d rather hold out for the arcane
hoping to get bit more evolved
than being dragged down in the mundane
by someone soundly self-involved:
Spottily bit snottily
naughtily or haughtily