Executive Order from the White House Bunker
a bucket of wings
three burgers, with bacon, cheese,
slice of apple pie,
a bible, and some Advil,
my bone spur is killing me.
Executive Order from the White House Bunker
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Americano Misto (kyoka)
Americano Misto
the girl in Starbucks
fails to praise my awesome choice
nor does she inquire
’bout the progress of my day
I feel oddly unaffirmed.
Continuing with coffee-related poems (see previous post), another one for Frank Tassone’s challenge over at dverse.
I originally posted this as a tanka, but on reading Franks’s very informative post, I realized I may be writing kyoka’s.
The Evangelista 2 (tanka)
The Evangelista
my local Starbucks
has an evangelista
she quotes the bible
while serving cappuccino
the old testament, mostly.
Taking part in Frank Tassone’s challenge over at dverse
Down by Jericho Beach
Down by Jericho Beach
the trees look guilty
the ocean is ill at ease
no one’s fault, but still…..
the courts are empty
no tennis ball pock pock pock
Canada geese honk
eagles isolate
my face itches like crazy
demands to be touched
and those ducks, they don’t know squat
about social distancing.
Photo “Social Distancing”
The weekly challenge over at earthweal is to write a poem around the subject: CONNECTING HUMANS, WILDLIFE AND THE CORONA VIRUS. So I thought I would throw in this one. Maybe it’s not the connection intended, but it’s still on subject, I think. Check out Sherry’s excellent post at earthweal
The Influencer (tanka)
The Influencer
sometimes we travel
a long, hard road, to arrive
at the obvious:
the unbearable flatness
of pancakes in the morning.
The Influencer (tanka)
The Influencer
sometimes we travel
a long, hard road, to arrive
at the obvious:
the unbearable flatness
of pancakes in the morning.
Solastalgia (tanka)
Solastalgia (an alternative etymology)
solas in Gaelic
means light, solastalgia,
a longing for light
hidden under a bushel
at the end of a tunnel.
The challenge over at earthweal is to “Write a new poem on the theme of Solastalgia” which is “a form of emotional or existential distress caused by environmental change.”
That Smell from the Fridge (tanka)
That Smell from the Fridge
that smell from the fridge
yes, it was the Camembert
noisome, and then some
wet dog, feet sweat, camel’s breath
a toilet door opening.
A Tanka for Boris Johnson
A Tanka for Boris Johnson
morning has broken
Boris is talking bollocks,
the sun’s going down
Boris is talking bollocks,
sun comes up, yep, you guessed it.
Lo and Beholding (tanka)
Lo and Beholding
Slim had always thought
that the whole concept of God
was a placeholder
to tide us over until
the right answer came along.
photo: Angel on the Move
A Crisis of Confidence (tanka)
A Crisis of Confidence
and Slim’s self esteem
condensed, fogged the window pane
trickled to the sill
and dried to a light brown stain
in the shape of Sicily.
Taking part in Open Link Night over at dVerse
Boris Johnson at the G7 (a sort of triple tanka)
Boris Johnson at the G7
Can’t believe I’m here.
Oh! The joy of dissembling!
Japes, pranks and capers!
What is Macron looking at?
I think Donald might like me.
There’s Melania!
Those cheekbones, the north face of
the bloody Eiger,
scale her promontories, what!
No time for rumpy pumpy,
lots to do! Trudeau
is smirking, colonial
prat! I think Merkel
wants to spank me, go nanny!
Concentrate! Now where was I?
Oil Tanker Tanka
Oil Tanker Tanka
you know what they say
fossil fuels for fossil fools,
that’s why we’re out here
cruising the Strait of Hormuz
with our hydrocarbon load.
(Wait, what’s that helicopter doing?)
taking part in open link weekend over at earthweal, check it out
If Robert Mueller Wrote a Tanka (plus Mr’s Mueller’s haiku)
If Robert Mueller Wrote a Tanka
Why the long face, Bob?
always that same damn question
since I was a boy,
and always the same answer:
it is long because it’s long.
Couldn’t resist reposting that one. Okay, just one more……
Mr’s Mueller’s Haiku
You’re disappointed
you don’t know disappointment
you don’t know damp squibs
Photo: English Bay, Vancouver, A-MAZE-ING LAUGHTER, by Yue Minjun.
A Slow Day (Tanka 2)
A Slow Day (tanka 2)
the sky did not fall
the winds of change did not blow
the boat was not rocked
the cat ignored the pigeons
the chickens did not come home.
Hornby Island Tanka
Hornby Island Tanka
wave-sculpted sandstone
distant sandbar dune buggies
tie-dyed hippie ghosts
eagles, thermals, glaucous gulls
sand dollars , querulous seals.
Participating on Open Link Night over at dVerse.
Retired Mathematicians at a Party (tanka)
Retired Mathematicians at a Party (tanka)
there in the corner
reeking of stale calculus
old derivatives
life’s equation, the hard one,
still not balanced, still unsolved.
Participating in Open Link Night over at dVerse.
Stock Market (a tanka)
Stock Market
a bear is on the loose
the once priapic market
losing altitude
false hopes and false dreams for sale
nothing tangible.
This is response to the dVerse prompt to write about markets. It’s a haiku that I have upgraded (?) to a tanka, check out the poetry over at dVerse, some excellent market poems.
The photo is of an actual market in Sicily.
Breakfast at Denny’s (tanka)
Breakfast at Denny’s
sitting in Denny’s
Jared wonders how is ass
got to be so big
Joan, the waitress, announces
they are flat out of pancakes.
If Robert Mueller Wrote a Tanka
If Robert Mueller Wrote a Tanka
Why the long face, Bob?
always that same damn question
since I was a boy,
and always the same answer:
it is long because it’s long.
Okay, just one more……
If Justin Trudeau Wrote a Haiku
I’m a feminist;
man, it’s difficult, women…
I just don’t get them.
Photo: English Bay, Vancouver, A-MAZE-ING LAUGHTER, by Yue Minjun.
If Ivanka Wrote a Tanka
If Ivanka Wrote a Tanka
dawn at Camp Kushner:
wake up, my little weasel
slither forth again
and wriggle up the pant legs
of rich and powerful men.
Take-out Tanka
Take-out Tanka
hopped up on pale ale
I’m heading to Akbar’s Own
for lamb rogan josh
prawn curry, alu gobi
vegetables jalfrazie.
One Swallow (Tanka)
One Swallow
one swallow does not
one tries to swallow one’s pride
one swallow does not
when it comes to (what else?) Spring
one swallow does not do it.
Taking part in Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge, this week’s prompt is “swallow”.
A Tanka for the Memory
A Tanka for the Memory
that familiar ache
the sun is a bawling fire
in the western sky
a grand stretch to the evenings
my mother would say, in Spring
Taking part in Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge…….March Equinox
Also linking to Open Link Night over at dverse.
The Evangelista (a tanka)
The Evangelista
my local Starbucks
has an evangelista
she quotes the bible
while serving cappuccino
the old testament, mostly.
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