trace joy as a stock,its risk, its rise, its high yield;
after taxation
each their potential,
not hammered, not swallowed up;
each a bird in flight
every battle fought,
every casualty, each wound;
each moment sublime
trace joy as a stock,
its risk, its rise, its high yield;
after taxation
rings, hair and tattoos,
as in days gone by, mark tribes;
human condition
thought a launching pad,
thought a crumbling mine shaft;
the rise or fall of man
sentimental or
profound here no difference find;
yet, each thought's bearing...
horror, violence,
depravity, and sloth, all;
fat on ignorance
nowhere is somewhere
where nowhere is not; and yet,
nowhere is somewhere
peaceful, militants,
lovers, thinkers, feelers, bards
what lies common here?
in college classroom
or in dark street condition
where does the truth lie?
if I pray for you
do you benefit, or care?
still my silent prayer
the sounds of living
love¹s murmur and pain¹s screech;
the silence beyond
sacred sounds of town,
an empty church, of country,
an empty barn
trees shed leaves like tears
birds race to shelter
the storm broods hidden fury
winter approaches
shaking off the cold
breathing the new life of spring
she awakens from sleep
in summers twilight
the moon catches the last rays
promising the dawn"
God is a poet -
Stardust I am as
You. Still you are the Sage, but
Not I. How sad. Why?
You are our Sage.
Looking at my new Haiku
I see why this must remain a given fact...
The Sage is called to his position. Can you say the same?
I dreamt I was in
A dream. Well, that was not a
Real nice haiku.
The sun looks into
my unblinking eye. Unmoved
He illuminates.
The Moon gives a light
That stems not off her own, but
Still it makes me see.
Think about Haikus.
Who am I to describe life
With a few short words?
Frost's woods are lovely,
Sparkling diamond ring
Big white tent overhead
Oh my, how they look alike
My child and her beau
Glasses raised toward me
Sweet words ooze midst memories
Retirement begins
Sparkling red wine
Poured out on the terrace-
The sun captured
Old inheritance-
Turkish coffee in small cups
On the Isle of Crete
Netscape Version 3
Inside each box a
larger box; the first holds me,
and the largest, thee
when there's emptiness
and comparison is dead
each moment is full
live creatively
or follow the well-lit path;
stumble either way
man an idea,
fishing thought from earthen banks;
the catch eternal
noble, old, clay bowl;
how the hands that brought you life,
hold and turn me now
Bill and Hillary
No man's an island
I've heard this on occasion.
John Donne's so clever.
My cat died last night
It was hit by a Nissan.
Meow meow splat
Twilight clouds shimmer
White and lilac melt to blue
The first stars appear.
Einstein gave two clues;
energy enormous and
something is moving
it's not different now;
it's just - quarks have replaced frogs,
as has space the pond
tornado's fierce winds
guard with cruel intensity;
sacred quintessence
all together now
in quantum's echo chamber:
hum-m-m-m-m
The poet comments, "Certainly this isn't against the Sage..." The Sage hopes not.
In itself, a haiku
Is more than a real poem
It is just a thought.
Capture the moment.
To become a true Poet
Is to become God.
Dear Sage, what is the
Wmpus doing? Did it have
Vacation too?
Sadly, while Toast Point merrily performed chamber music at a lovely resort hotel in New Hampshire, the Wumpus was forced to stay home and work. The Sage took his own holiday in a secret, silent place.
After I had seen
Heaven I made a choice: and
remained in my hell
cheap electric fans
Luna cautiva:
The poet comments,
"Darling captured Moon:
You are my passion, my Love.
Soon you will be mine.
Inspired by the song "La Luna Cautiva" by Jorge Cafrune."
Kamikaze winds
pours out from our nation's souls
to guard our culture
Kimono artwork
a zen application of
nature imitation
a huge gorilla
and a tiny baby boy
fell in love today
The poet comments, "Current events."
relativity
means that matter don't matter
when energy do
liberty and fear,
responsibility clear;
fast friends of freedom
No need to use pot
in this alpine meadow pass.
Rocky Mountain high!
while TV is neat
throw away the past;
better yet, the fish hooks that
hold it to your breast
joy to the world
each deed, each word unfurled
all thought uncurled
dancer, capture these:
control, energy and grace;
free everything else
matter color form;
all you see ain't all, you get:
space energy grace
air fire water earth
spirit love passion mirth;
potent concoction
Crow calls in the dark
early morning mist
drill sergeants cadence calling;
warrior spirits
it's all about life,
or death according one's view;
embrace its spirit
warrior heroes,
knowing it's all about death,
embrace its spirit
motherhood heroes,
knowing it's all about life,
embrace its spirit
A poem for you, love?
from where I'm standing
shooting arrows at the sun
I'm all a quiver
fortune at the tide
has swept into this tide pool
little sea creature
idea, substance;
from clear thinking comes structure,
from relish, hot dog
Ewige Nacht ist jetzt
The poet translates,
"Eternal night is now
here. What should I do? Be blind
or buy some candles?"
you, eagle soaring,
what is your experience?
intolerance? hate?
life in outer space?
the question of death just got
more curiouser
mold all you have said
or thought into one short word;
how do you spell it?
Independence Day:Hee hee hee.
have you ever danced
comparison kills
uniqueness in its budding;
nurture resurrects
when I swat a fly
where does his energy go?
relative mystery
a warm glass of beer
an incredibly fat fly
a terrible thirst
white as fresh new snow
only tiny pixels mar;
perception of truth
Reasonable doubts have
been expressed about my sanity.
Reason being you, dear.
Tasting you beneath
new year, new hopeThe poet comments, "When I sit down to my computer, heaps of haiku pour from my fingertips! What a joy!". The Sage responds, "And for us as well."
as a moth seeks light
yet still the more we
far from blind obedience
light and cause we choose
as does choice seek
inward light to free the self
that light feed life's cause
m-i-l-e-s
treadmill to oblivion
s-m-i-l-e
the perfect music
mathematically balanced
like humanity
balanced around nought
from which center all things come
mythical fulcrum
the cryptic haiku
residue of endless flow
filtered through the mind
Wind snaps the sail taut;
Life's an ill-bound book,
either I lose pages or place
them in wrong order.
Waiting for new wine,
I mend old bottles. I hope
this year that they hold.
Our tongues are renouned
they hold double meaning - sage
words, bedroom pleasing
Despised are we by
society, falsely blamed
for the fall of Eve
We snakes are teachers
priests and poets who live life
well by loving it
One's belief neither
creates nor destroys the truth
God is or is not
the air that we breath
sunset on the sea
formation of gulls guarding
candy wrapper boat
haiku and nature
is it mother or human?
source of great wonder
comparison kills
uniqueness in its budding;
nurture resurrects
dark low riding shark
cruising down the avenue;
heart beat amplified
having reached the top
twenty-six letters
unlimited expression
is that possible?
imagination
virtual reality
unlimited space
were fantasy real
and reality were not
fancy camelot
beauteous nature
its ugly aspect hiding
where it is plagues me
Gentle tongue lickingDedicated to the poet's husband.
Snow falls in moonlight
Pretty purple orchids
In botanical garden
Growing so very tall
Yellow stars, white moon
Fire blazing sun sets
The dark night is here
Flashing, striking bolts
Decorating sky
With booming thunder
Unbearable heat
No cool air conditioner
I think I'm melting
Words no longer flow
internet options
to capture with cunning sly
or slip the net
a round red balloon
full cargo of gas and string
slips its young anchor
the purest droplet
in an endless finite sea;
evaporation
midsummer madness
caught without an umbrella;
mind a watershed
Friday afternoon.
Three short lines. That's all.
I, personally, think I
Prefer limericks.
If I were to say
I like your body, would you
Hold it against me?
Toast Point grins, but he's taken...