Cuckolded

He who stole my love

stole trash but oh woe alas

she was treasure dove

Simplication

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

Zen

Mind-less head-less be;

stay, my soul, in empty sea:

'I' nowhere to see

Monkey See

An Orangutan

sat pondering, his future to scan:

"Someday, I'll be Man"

Folly, thy name be Faustus

Mephistopheles

had bait for Faustus: Helen

would spread her(Oh) legs

Hirsute

Ardipithecus

had no need for garment use:

body hair was suit

Ardipithecus ramidus

Writing Poetry

Pick rough river stones

or those hidden in grass fields

and polish them smooth

Painting by Alan Magee

Cut to fit

My tailor is wise

who measures me everytime

for new suit new size

Revels in Rhyme

Alliteration

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

Haiku after rain

leftover tears drip

down valley of unkissed cheeks

as skin remembers

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

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

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.