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A Triad of Haiku III

Small, Unctuous frog,

Squatting on his lily pad,

Only yawns to eat.
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Gaudy cherry trees,

Fearful of a rising wind,

Grip their blossoms tight.
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The stream's headwaters

Have not yet seen the valley;  

Nor we yet Heaven.
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Night At the Necropolis

Night,
Ageless and porous,
Sang screeches of fireflies of
Crescendo-diminuendo sparks.
What hour?
In the midst of the hustles, I lost my hoursight
Different, tonight, is my eyesight, seeing even
Through the darkest foliage of gentle, but sinister
Caress sway.
On the broken, cracked slabs, squatting, dark torsos!
Pensive, broken, sad, old and so good the
Work of Italian sculptors.
Further deep in searching glare, the hardened
Mats of hurried sepultures of returning
Soldiers, whose wellingtons have squelched in
Mudblood.
Wars and battles never post blandishments
On peace.
What hour now, brother?
It is so dark and mean, and my hourglass refuses a
Moon reflection.
But now the hours move fast on march of the
Headless feet in wellingtons.
'Left, right, left, right....'
Dolts hasten among fleeing marabouts.
Stench from ailing, balmed smog
Stills the whiffs of roasting deer, all in
One silence of close hour canticles...
Such phalanx, brother, coldens the head.

A Search for Love

Love is found when least expected.  …  by poet

Rudolph was strolling along a winding countryside lane, 
humming a love tune.  The clear sky shone bright, and merrily
bright birds were twittering as they flew from tree to tree, 
whilst a brook was bubbling as it wended its way 
to a river that flowed nearby. Still Rudolph was dejected.  
Love, alas, had passed him by. Nature failed to attract him.

Despite his meanderings around the surrounding countryside, 
he had not found his soul mate to make his life complete.  
He was particular in his requirements, seeking perfection.
 
Suddenly, he took a different path towards the wide river.
There sitting under a willow tree, strumming a guitar
Rudolph saw the most beautiful woman of his life
Her eyes were closed, but Rudolph instinctively knew 
they would be verdant like the grass she was squatting on.  
Her golden tresses fell in gentle curls, her red lips inviting.
Could he have found his angel on earth?

Placed 1

The tattoos all over the body of that young lady

The tattoos all over the body of that young lady ~
what will they look like when she's seventy or eighty?
I'm afraid the ass of that sweet young lass
smelling flowers above her reclining lover in the grass
will slowly start squatting down on his bearded face, alas.

Seesaw

by turns, 
    going up
        and down,
lacking 
precise equilibrium;
life is...
 but a seesaw.
sometimes 
         we rise.
sometimes 
          we fall.
       when 
you find yourself 
    squatting 
on the down end,
never mind 
the brooding gray clouds 
hovering 
overhead.
           do not 
      disembark.
           do not 
      count yourself out.
because...
 come afternoon,
sunshine 
will peak through it.
you're down, 
      though not for long!
       so, sit tight 
   on that seesaw,
     which will 
inevitably rise...
up, up, up!
and when your feet 
  f i n a l l y 
lifts off the ground,
      release 
white elephants 
     within 
to the welcoming wind.
     shake off
         any encumberance
               on your shoulder.
outstretch 
        your arms 
as though 
you're about to fly.
taste the air 
         with your tongue.
taste the newfound freedom 
taste life
       itself.

My Thoughts On The Island

I want to camp on the island
Hear the loons on the lake
Feel the breeze in the trees.

I want to see the pretty moon hiding the bush
Like a giant cyclopes squatting on the lake
And think the moon will sees me under her grace.

I wonder how images capture
The deep feeling of a photographer
See the beauty being vividly taken pictures.

I will just think the good things today
Cherish all good moments yesterday
And reserves my smile tomorrow.

My Wild Encounter

There I was, squatting down at the foot of a stream,
giving my camping utensils a clean, 
and replenishing my water, another necessity,
just enjoying the day, worry free.
While doing my chores, I felt a little stiff, 
so I took a break to stand up and stretch a bit. 
It was then that I realized not ten feet from me,
was a very curious sub adult grizzly.
"Jesus!" I exclaimed uncontrollably, 
as my legs began feeling very weak.
That startled the young bear and it backed up a bit,
and after a few moments decided to sit.
It was just curious and wanted to see more,
because it probably had never seen a human being before.
So I fed its curiousity a little bit more,
by gathering my belongings and completing my chores.
"Good bye bear," I said leaving the scene calmly.
The bear just looked back at me like I was part of the scenery.
This was a moment when knowledge of animal behavior came in handy,
otherwise it could have ended up quite tragically.

Work Em

Push 'em, pull 'em, dip 'em, and squat'em.
Whatever you do, just don't neglect 'em

Aptly say no to loose and flabby
And yes, to tight 'cause loose is too shabby

No gym membership, Bowflex, or Peloton?
No worries 'cause pushing, pulling, dipping and squatting
will never be outdone

The mission is to push, pull, dip, and drop
So look good, feel good, and once you start, you're not gonna wanna stop

Walk it out too and allow the arms to buoyantly swing
A nice heel-to-toe flow; now listen to the heart sing

So push 'em, pull 'em, dip 'em, and squat'em.
But whatever you do, just make sure you never forget 'em

Closing moments of the elcair

A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied

Likeded or likened too?exercise

Closing moments of the elcair

A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied

Likeded or likened too?exercise

Closing moments of the elcair

A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied

Likeded or likened too?exercise

Closing moments of the elcair

A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied

Likeded or likened too?exercise

Rooming with the Young

We dwelt together,
one hand on a door handle.
Keeping rooms --- a semi-settled living,
parents still squatting in our heads,
rent due spaces,
red buses passing below or above,
according to what level we rose to.

Domestic wreckage evacuated,
a small venerable van stuffed to the gills,
and we with our books
bundled up in raffia rafts,
cats tucked under shawls or coats,
escaping loudly on red bumpy buses.

It is the little things that haunt:
a florescent green plastic handbag,
maroon stockings
draped over a lava lamp,
fluffy toy animals
scented with relationships.
Shades of lipstick on a cracked mirror
unwashed rugby shirts,
the soft tang of old spice aftershave,
vinyl albums revolving in our heads.
I recall it all ---- but no,

not wanting to dwell again with the young,
but to follow the routes of London buses
to past, departures and destinations,
to enter again
those rooms for penniless delinquents,

just to tidy up a little, and perhaps
close drawers and doors left open.

Squatting at Seventeen

ms dorothy was squatting at 17
We did not mind
We were doing our own squatting at 19

It was a good day to take up residence
We watched her move in
Glad she had found her own place

The drug dealers might scare her off later
But for right now, on this beautiful day
She had a place

We applauded her for it

Connotations of Life

Life is strong and fragile. It’s a paradox… it’s both things, like quantum physics: It’s a particle and a wave at the same time. It all exists all together. —Joan Jett

Connotations of Life

Night birds and daydreams in Edenic oak tree.
The salty tongue and lullabye of beachy blue sea.
Rumination of childhood ‘neath honeysuckle sun.

Red, raw, fulgent, overcome by the heft of the sun.
The fruitless and barren virtuosity of Adam’s tree.
Catacombs and sawlike teeth squatting in the sea.

The thrill of tides, embraced by the bosom of the sea.
Flickering flame or blinding heat tempered by the sun.
Sanity climbing the boughs or crepitant branches of tree.

O tree keep me above uncanny sea; soothe me with the sun.

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