Haiku for You
And yet here we are
years later you still love me
God gave her patience
—
I Don’t Write Poetry
I don’t write for your
reading pleasure
although your reading
and your pleasure
might
give me pleasure
I don’t write for your
recognition of my
skills or talent
nice as it might be to
be recognized
applauded
I don’t write poetry
for you
for anyone
but for my own
well-being
mental, emotional, spiritual
I don’t write poetry
I write
words of life
—-
Window Pane
Deflecting
rain outside
Reflecting
joy inside
the eyes that
stare back at
me
—–
At Night in Bed
the clouds cross the moon
and block the light briefly
in the darkness I wonder
if you’ll still be there
beside me when the
light returns,
wonder if, like water,
the dark will cleanse
wonder if the anger will
disappear and
the desire stay
and if your love will
be renewed
the clouds cross the moon
and block the light briefly,
but they pass
and in the light
I see that
nothing has changed
—–
Shakespeare Never Did Anything
It’s all a lie, you know
Those great plays were
all writen by
someone other than
Will, the Bard
At least that is what
I heard
and why would
someone lie about that?
Aren’t there better
lies to tell?
Like the one you tell
to your future
mother-in-law
“Yes Mrs. Peters,
that meal was wonderful!”
Or the one you tell
to your future
father-in-law
“No Mr. Peters,
we’re waiting until
we’re married.”
or the lies that
politicians all
tell We the People,
like
“No new taxes”
or
“Ill create new jobs”
or
“They started it with their
weapons of mass destruction.”
Funny how those weapons
massively disappeared
So why would anyone
bother to lie about
Shakespeare?
What did he do to
deserve that?
Maybe he voted for
the wrong party
—–
Mirror Mirror
Seen through your
(my) eyes
I am not quite so
ugly, goofy, as I
thought…Or
perhaps I am
The beholder’s eyes
are confused
(Define beauty)
I guess a male
shouldn’t be
worrying about all this,
but I am.
Mirror Mirror…
(Reflections don’t lie)
Mirror Mirror
on the wall
Who the hell asked
your opinion
anyway?
—–
Birthday Poem to Myself
Ok fine.
the sun came up
this morning.
It does that
every morning.
Why is today
so special?
Why should I
have a nice day
today
when there are
365 days to
choose from?
Besides,
who are you
to tell me
what kind of
day to have?
Ok fine.
The moon rose
this evening.
It does that
every evening.
It’s no different
an evening
than any other
I’ve spent in
the past
62 years.
Why go out
to celebrate
when it’s just
another
24-hour
period
in my life?
What’s the
big deal?
Ok fine.
I WILL
have a
Happy Birthday-
just to make you SHUT UP!
Poet 