Ted Cruz is a particularly odious politician
Who left the country in a lurch
While his people froze in their homes
He was on a plane to sunny Cancun
To say anyone in Texas would do the same
Misses the point by a mile
To say all politicians are the same
Also makes me smile
Ted Cruz takes the cake
Now he can eat it too.
Last night I had dinner out with friends
But the best part of the evening
Was the ride home
It was 71 degrees and the night was dark
I had the windows open and the moon roof too
Jazz on the radio at full blast
Seventy miles an hour down the long-lost highway
The wind was in our hair and on our skin
Wow! Said my friend when I pulled in front of her bungalow
At midnight in a screeching stop
That was exhilarating!
Exploring the forest today
covering new ground
I wouldn’t say I got lost
but I was surprised by my destination.
I was in the woods dark and strange
resting on a bridge
when out of the air did there appear
a maid so fair
Are you lost? She asked
No, I’m not lost, I just don’t know where am
Well, all who wander are not lost, she said
Can you show me the way out of these woods?
Yes, this way
I followed her for a while in silence
What is you name, I asked finally?
Beatrice, she answered.
It sorta depends on where ya sittin’
as to where ya stand
the view from the gallery is better than from
below the bleachers
and if you live in a mouse hole – yo
you been living in hell
and if you live in a mansion
you never can tell
you my need an automatic weapon
to make ya last stand.
From a mile away
those pink and fuchsia blouses
on a cloudy day.
On this beautiful Sunday morning
yellow sunshine coming down
all the beautiful girls in town
walking their dogs
Their long legs in their short shorts
shimmer in the sunlight.
So, here I am sitting in the park
waiting for the sunrise
and this beautiful girl approaches me from the rear
I turn around to look at her
she smiles and I smile back
she keeps her distance
but we have a nice conversation
she has long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail
and wears a baseball cap skewed to one side
she is wearing plaid shorts and sneakers
this almost never happens to me anymore
she turns to leave and I wave goodbye
she waves back
here we are in the time of Coronavirus
another opportunity lost in
a fleeting moment of time.
Haiku for you:
Watching the sun rise
over Dog Hill I feel dizzy
by the turning earth.
Blues before sunrise
Here comes the sun
Alone again, naturally
Temple Of the Golden Pavilion
House of the Rising Sun
This is the house of Lions and Pineapples
Where Victoria once lived
She’s a gone girl now
I always wondered
What was her secret?