Happy Earth Day, Mother Earth!
I have to say, for what it’s worth,
That you’ve seemed better in the past;
Things are getting grimmer, fast.
Lack of snow in ski resorts
Has hurt much more than winter sports,
With fire, now, a constant fear,
Especially when winds blow near.
While temperatures that fluctuate
Cause harm to crops and, as of late,
Between the times of floods and droughts,
Your advocates are having doubts
About sustainability;
Will future generations see
A way to help protect your lands
In ways that modern life demands?
We humans have our work to do
To fix the damage done to you,
But while we can, let’s pledge to try
So Earth Day hopes don’t up and die.
Ah Epstein Files, who’s who of naughty names
Making life come good at resorts with dames.
But I’m disappointed
For not making the grade
Among some biggest guns that play such games
And make some rare headlines
Hard for poetic lines,
Whatso open fame’s gate is free from shames,
No evidence of guilt
Is no proof of no guilt,
A top gun legal authority claims.
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Happenings | 15.02.2026 | fame, name, shame, humour, society, world
Note: More and more Big Names get linked to Epstein. Trump and Musk, two famous Bills, actors, linguists, and even motivational maestros. Poets? Not sure, but here‘s my chance as the only unknown name. As the needle of suspicion comes closer home, this is what this pen-pusher hopes.
In the midst of no man’s land
In the town of my birth
Once I dreamed of sea and sand
Sitting on the granite earth
A lot of time has passed since then
At the sea resorts I’ve stayed
Walked upon all kinds of sand
Picked up shells along the way
Dreams of sea come out fulfilled
Love’s another dream I had
It came true and stayed until
Came the time of which I read
That it comes all of a sudden
Unexpected like the rain
On a sunny day in town
Where my love lived, and remains
Dreams turn real and vice versa
This reality’s a dream
In the ash of its dispersal
Over sea and sand I’ve seen.
Pray, what use vouching witless words so vain?
For men to tread only two tracks seem sane:
Youthful beauty’s well-bestowed a bosom,
Retire or else to woods, make ho nor hum.
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Translation(quatrain) | 21.08.2025 | men, romance, women, forest
Note: Here is a verse from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance) in this case in Maalinee meter. It says, let us cut down all words of wisdom so vain. When it comes to bare basics, there are only two ways in this world well their worth for a man to pursue, both as last resorts: a youthful beauty’s well-bestowed bosom, or retiring to forest, far from the madding crowd as they say. Note the rhyming assonance and alliteration: yauvanam va vanam va. Here is transliteration of the verse:
Kim iha bahubhih uktaih yukti-shunyaih pralaapaih
Dvayam iha purushaanaam sarvadaa sevaneeyam ||
Abhinava mada-leelaa-laalasam sundareenaam
Stana-bhara parikhinnam yauvanam vaa vanam vaa || 72 ||
Some people are smarter than others,
While others are better at sports
And then there are those
Who own all the right clothes
Or whose homes look like fancy resorts.
Some people have talents like singing
Or playing an instrument well,
While others are skilled
Making crafts that have filled
Shops and sites where such items will sell.
Some people reach out to help others
And know how to listen and care,
While others explore,
Always looking for more -
Seeking answers for problems we share.
Some people choose lives very simple,
Without any goals to achieve,
For the playing field’s not
One that’s equal, so what
We become’s tied to what we receive.
Point Room
The Seed Of Thought
Around Which Re-Memoried
Words On Charmed Resorts
Converge - A Raindrop.
-Gray Squirrel
05-31-2025
she comes in July on years she wants to come
Her name is unknown, but she terrorizes everyone
a poltergeist with a mission to shake us in our sleep
She is particularly annoying when our slumber is so deep
we wake up with a start, after she whispers in our ear our name.
no idea what she is after, but each visit is relatively the same.
She gets us up with a whisper, than resorts to clicks and a pop.
We beg her to go away, the children yell for her to stop!
Is it a relative? Someone asked me when I shared the story.
No idea, I told them, but she is terrifying in her loudest glory.
She shakes the windows and rattles the hinge off our closet door.
We beg her to leave us alone, but she shakes us when we snore.
The bed is sometimes lifted up and then thrown back on the ground.
Fearful she is going to really hurt us, she is annoying to have around.
Some scribblings that pass for poetry
Yes they bear style and symmetry
But very wordy and message thin
And however much you listen keen
There’s little or nothing to be drawn
Not a mind thrilled, not a soul won
Cheapening the art I work to uphold
As a custodian red hot and stone cold
I take after the order of the psalmists
Penning fantastic fantasies as real to realists
Aiming for indelible works worth filing
Piece upon piece they keep piling
And just as light is distinct from dark
I make shown the difference stark
For as much as God’s Grace is supplied
The works show by the skill applied
Poetry has told both history and prophecy
And is one with life an odyssey
If the present falters, the past will hold fort
Until the hopeful day when the future resorts
To uphold this discipline with excellence
As a way of according its giver due reverence
Then shall we witness how mastery tends
And among us reside living legends
K. Muitherero
Rosebuds
Pucker up awaiting
…The kiss of sunrise
The ground hog watches
As squirrels play tail tag
Thinks…..grasshoppers and ants
Are snails ever late returning home
An old cat contemplates
To chase or not to chase
….the tail torments
Late for a webinar
A spider resorts to
....Dining... on the fly
October is greeted with a welcome sigh
By those who love the cooler seasons,
But many of us dread her temperament
And, we all have our personal reasons.
I, for one, revel in the warmth of spring
Long for the greening of May and June,
Anticipating the activities of summertime
During these months I sing a brighter tune.
I must admit I enjoy the holiday festivities
From Halloween fun to Christmas cheer,
But blasts from the north are unappealing
Leading to January and a brand-new year.
I’ll do my very best not to grouse and carp
As the mild temps plunge into low zeroes,
And I’ll try to be cheerful, raising a glass
To 2022’s victories, records, and heroes.
But I’ll not be convinced winter is terrific
While I am here shivering and shaking,
[Probably I’m suffering from another flu] –
When I say I have S.A.D., I’m not faking,
Enjoy your outings to the ski resorts, too,
But remember me here turning all blue!
Writing September 30, 2022
More of this, more of that
Fifty dogs, a hundred cats
Never satisfied, never enough
A card sharp, called million-dollar bluffs
Porsches, Ferraris, Lamborghinis galore
Never enough, needed far more
Penthouse in Manhattan, two in L.A.
Resorts in Palm Springs and Montego Bay
Trumped the tallest towers
Built a castle reached the sky
Clouds laughed, then raced to form
a simple question ~ W H Y?
A woman’s decision to choose should
Never have been a matter for the courts
A woman knows, for her, what is best to do
When facing the realities of last resorts.
No pregnancy is possible without a p**is
Will the courts now make a ruling on its use?
Or simply remove the woman’s freedoms,
While letting the man continue to abuse?
Sadly, now, some woman cannot determine
Something that will affect their whole life
Because a few “men of renown” who lied
To gain position, are now promoting strife.
The decision to abolish Roe vs Wade
Must not stand; it is morally reprehensible,
What happens now to the unwanted children?
Obviously, the courts are not very sensible!
Collection of cells trumping living tragedies
Unwanted children who will struggle to exist,
While women’s rights are trampled in mud
Pro-life and pro-choice cannot even co-exist.
Written June 27, 2022
#45 on Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
July 20, 2022
*Image of Mom Playing at the Church by Family Photo
Pride of Place
Our matriarch, a great musician of sorts,
The piano, her centerpiece, she supports,
Coaching youthful kids even kids in shorts,
Performing at nights at resplendent resorts.
~0~ ~0~ ~0~
She taught the well-to-do to fund her trade,
Still, the piano, the cornerstone she made,
Training those destitute who hadn't paid,
My mom's piano she loved and played.
2022 January 29
*2nd Place*
Pride of Place
~~Julia Ward: Judged 2022 February 09
*Mom was a truly talented virtuoso on a guitar/rivaled Spanish strummers, ukelele and cello, drums, trumpet, flute, horn, tambourine, organ, and YES piano ... to name a few and composer of thousands of compositions.
that is, the irregular wave breaks into parts,
discontinuous liquid mass of uneven foam.
I have these tiny scars on my hands,
but no trouble hearing the cosmos.
I was just looking at the sky,
the lack of a comet.
I cut off another piece of horizon,
erecting conceptual walls like shields,
something to help with the deficiencies, I thought,
a rough plan of mental protection.
this should be colored,
pleasant resorts containing the hits,
but I don't read this world clearly,
the tiny letters are shuffled around the corners,
they whisper among themselves, disperse, regroup.
so what I don't understand attacks me in phalanges,
misshapen group with a thousand edges
small deaths to mount.
Sun, sand, surfing the waves,
Sexy swimsuits: we've got it made in the shade.
Umbrellas in martinis and lined in a row
On beaches and resorts wherever you go.
Maui, Mexico, or even the Maldives;
If these are your vacation spots, now's the time to leave.
Maybe a staycation is more your speed;
Enjoy with friends and family. Take as much as you need.
Everybody's glad that summer has arrived;
School is out! Let's go outside!
Remember to mask up. Be safe and have fun.
But don't do anything foolish otherwise you're done!
Time to chill out, relax and unwind,
And leave all of your stress behind.
Ice cream and cold beverages will quench your thirst,
Especially when the heat is the worst.
Music, barbecues, games galore,
Laughter everywhere. Who could ask for more?
Ever wished it could stay this way?
I wish it was summertime every day.
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