Wednesday, August 24, 2011


He who stole my love
stole trash but oh woe alas
she was treasure dove

Tuesday, August 9, 2011


You know this I guess
We have forgot what it was
we in each had sought

Our desires mere lust
wanting more to take than give
as now we take leave

Our gestures now jests
you dancing me dancing you
each self seeking self

moaning mutual yelp
yielding to trust the savage
our souls we ravage

Gift of Light : a haiku trio

Gazillion photons
zip streaming wave particles
all dazzling to see

All quicker than thought
whose spectra my blind eyes dye
in colors of mind

Earth curtains open
as sister senses bring me
this world to body

Friday, August 5, 2011


Mind-less head-less be;
stay, my soul, in empty sea:
'I' nowhere to see

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Monkey See

An Orangutan
sat pondering, his future to scan:
"Someday, I'll be Man"

Folly, thy name be Faustus

had bait for Faustus: Helen
would spread her(Oh) legs


had no need for garment use:
body hair was suit

Ardipithecus ramidus

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Writing Poetry

Pick rough river stones
or those hidden in grass fields
and polish them smooth

Painting by Alan Magee

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Cut to fit

My tailor is wise
who measures me everytime
for new suit new size

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Revels in Rhyme


Toe steps strut on stage
Or show horse trots:
Sure sharp a signage
of grace in beholden catch

In the Tropics

The sun here bakes us brown
whose blaze may bald our crown

A Scent Remembered

From nowhere it brings you here,
the past that brooks no future.

What was it that  we lost, my dear?
What bond, what magic, what allure?

Whose words these are

I think I know -- even as
his poems come and go:
it's that voice no other has
it's that soul that seeks me so

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Haiku after rain

leftover tears drip
down valley of unkissed cheeks
as skin remembers

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

when the Moon was Mab

when the moon was Mab
at early dawn above

i saw the Big Dipper dip
and scoop all remaining night

of its distant eye gems
that sleep stole in dreams

Friday, February 18, 2011

Reading Braille

Us alone that night
we are one in dark

I read you
You read me

We find by feel
We reach by touch

No sight is seeking
as skin is craving

Deaf too our ears
Mute our tongues

No utterance from hence
when sighs dwell in silence

Monday, February 14, 2011

Once upon a frog

Once there was this frog
lived down a well, his bog.

All his life he sat and stared
as time passed his dark laird.

Above him he could espy
a hole of light in the sky.

Was he bored? Was he lonely?
No one asked; the answer his only.

Then one fine morning by chance
a maiden came by happenstance.

Their eyes met as she wept.
Her tears fell like rain. He leapt

to catch its sweet sad taste,
a wine to savor, not to waste.

The rain of tears soon ceased.
Then two stones fell upon the beast.

Quick was the frog to catch
this pair. And in his snatch

his tongue did greedy swallow
this (he thought) was marshmallow.

Sated, he looked up and beyond,
only to find the lady had gone.

He groaned. Unable to thank
the fair maiden he sank

in despair; despondent in the deep
he threw up. After a long sleep

he awoke a bowed, beaten bloke
and vomited all that food he took.

Out from his mouth in his expire 
two gems fell: one was a ruby,

the other sapphire.