Short Budapest Poems

i folk dance the gypsy czardas,
red and robust on my lips,
a kiss of sweet rose.
coveted sweet pepper,
exotic fruit spice.
delicious budapest dance,
seasoned to perfection.
my husband pressured me,
to cheat on my paprikash.
a catholic priest uttered
latin words of “capsicum annuum”
absolution received for my sin....

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ZOO CAFÉ

clicked on the zoo café
nothing less
than a latté
paired with a reptile
yup
a pretty leaf design
in the cream
and a long-tailed lizard

optional tortoise
or cat
i think

i’ll warm up
with a sip
way against
the sill
with a purr-ific
cup
and a felis catus

unscathed

7/27/2019

*in Budapest, Hungary...

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The phone rings;
It's Evariste Galois.
The phone rings;
It's Budapest on ice.
The phone rings;
It's my grandmother,
long dead.
The phone rings.
I refuse to answer.
What's if it's the Grim Reaper?
It keeps ringing.
Maybe it's Publisher's Clearinghouse
Informing me that I won
	the sweepstakes.
I don't care.
I just don't care
Most likely
It's telemarketing,
And I'm in no mood
For that on any other scam
On this
Steep-pitched Monday....

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My Heart, My Soul

You rescued me 
Adrift with no center, 
No anchor for my heart
No shelter for my soul

You embrace me
Love’s warm blanket 
So caressing my heart 
So caressing my soul

You encourage me
As lover, partner, friend
So uplifting my heart 
So uplifting my soul

You love me
Like no other has
So much love in my heart 
So much love in my soul

You are truly My heart, My soul



TLR
For my Love Marianne 
Budapest April 19, 2019...

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