Joe B. (Limerick)

There once was a VP named Joe,
who never spoke very slow.

When Congress, his bill, passed it,
he went and busted a gasket.

And now he is under tow.

Puma/MMX
Copyright:2010

Spring-2010

Pair of robins, in the field I saw,
red breasts, in the winter thaw.
They do foretell, in their dance,
another April renaissance.

Romantic poets of 18th Century,
are read again, to solve the mystery.
Of earthly spring and love,
blessed by heaven above.

Life is joy and bliss, we’re told;
How to believe in this fools gold?
It is the paradox of spring,
a perennial, but, temporary thing.


Puma/MMX
Copyright:2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.

Is It Poetry Month Yet?

Came in like a lion/
the Ides of March.

Saint Patrick/Saint Joseph/praise/
Daylight saves.

Palm Sunday one/Passover days.

Goes out like a Paschal Lamb,
so April will be all Iamb.

Puma/MMX
Copyright:2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.

Miyuki, Sayonara

Miyuki, we for one, will miss you.
You came into my life, unexpectedly.
And now you depart, unforgettable.
You exit West, to enter East, once again.

You are like the Chrysanthemum,
with golden rays of joy.
The petal that falls away from,
and returns to, its blossom.

Miyuki, Sayonara.


Puma/MMX
Copyright: 2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.

Red Voyage/Haiku/for Miyuki

Red balloon on string/
lifts you to places unknown/
poetic motion.

Puma/MMX
Copyright:2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’