FOUR Haiku

1.(Inspired by John Trause)
Ebony Merry-Go-Round

Crows in circle fly/
black Tau’s in cloudless sky/
carousel on high.

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2.Japan Society (10,000 Fans)

Ten thousand blossoms/
reflecting sunlight in mind/
petals of knowledge.

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3.Ice sculpture

Sidewalk ice sculpture/
dies in watery grave/
resurrects as ice.

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4.Blizzard

Quiet snow below/
full moon as snow ball above/
my mind in between.

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

Morning Snow

I awaken to a digital five A.M.,
my studio, still dressed in winter black ,
the ceiling a white bunting of
reflected street light.

The only sound is falling snow,
quiet and forlorn.
Like pen and paper to the poet.
Yes, and snow,
and all those symbols

Death, how sweet you are this morning.
In the solitude of my black room.
In the soft sound of white snow.

If i close my eyes and return to sleep,
and never to wake-
When would the moment be more right


Puma/MMX

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




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3 Gay Verse

Naoto’s Ogazumu (Haiku)

A cherry blossom/
erupting in a spring-time/
ecstatic petals.
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Gay Gob (Limerick)

I met a young gob in a bar
I said I didn’t live far.

So without much ado
we hastily withdrew.

And so was I
transfixed by his spar.
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Conversation

There’s an Elephant
in the room, you say.
Is he Vodka white?

There’s an Elephant
in the room, you say
Is she ominous black?

There’s an Elephant
in the room, you say.
Oh, That Elephant,
yes, he’s Gay.

Puma/MMX
copyright:2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head/Verses to be read’.

Psychic Storm

Early morning rumble, a rude awakening,
a thunderstorm.

The ancients knew;
they weren’t burdened
by low-pressure systems.

The gods were speaking to them;
they reflected on the message.

My psyche conflicted as to
being the, ‘Master of the
Universe’, or just another
fauna form, no more, no less.

Now, all room lights out except for Nature’s
occasional radiance.
Where room becomes a ‘Warner Brothers’ haunted
castle scene.

Storm stay, I am enraptured,
captivated, and enchanted,
by your force majeure.

I thank Zeus and subordinates
for these moments.

The storm has moved on,
clichéd rainbow on horizon.

Reflections.


Puma/MMIX
Copyright:2009/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.

Moon light in Vermont (DADT Version)

(LYRICS IN UPPER CASE)

Army E M club/ PENNIES IN A STREAM.

Forsaken Army base/ FALLING LEAVES OF SYCAMORE.

PFC L. James/ MOON LIGHT IN VERMONT.

Gay Army singer/ ICY FINGER WAVES.

Soldier, olive-green fatigues/ SKI TRAILS ON A MOUNTAINSIDE.

Hand-on-hip swivel/ SNOW LIGHT IN VERMONT.

Bleached blonde Faggot, everyone knew in beer-soaked room/
TELEGRAPH CABLES HOW THEY SING DOWN THE HIGHWAY.

Tolerant of my buddy James/ AND TRAVEL EACH BEND IN THE ROAD.

Torch-boy singer/PEOPLE WHO MEET.

Army boys sit and listen/ IN THIS ROMANTIC SETTING.

Macho, nervous laughter/ ARE SO HYPNOTIZED BY.

Latent feelings aroused/THE EVENING SUMMER BREEZE.

My boot in closet door ajar/THE WARBLING OF A MEADOWLARK.

Medical Discharge/JUNE NIGHT IN VERMONT.

James, keep donning your Gay apparel, where ever you are/
YOU AND ME AND MOON LIGHT IN VERMONT.


Puma/MMIX

Copyright:2009/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.

(with apologies to the composers)

Tennis, Anyone?

The earth moved.
“Yeah, right”.
No, really it moved.

Not under me as passion
or tremor.
It moved east.

The sun moored in the sky,
a maple tree dressed in new leaf.

Like a tennis racket,
the maple tree moved
toward the orange sun.
I sensed the movement.
I wanted to hold on to something.

You must experience this
universal high.
Have you ever felt it?

Game, set, match.
Love.

Puma/MMX

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

David Dropping-Out (Rap)

Stay in skool.
Be a kool gabagool.
4 U S C/will always be,
the place that learned you how to see.

The world’s your oyster, to swallow whole.
And you graduate in the role,
of whom ever you want to emulate or imitate,
as you follow your own fate.

Take the road less-travelled
and never unravel.
So you say ‘F’, then ‘WTF’
but never bereft.

Of what you know from sweat and tears
in those years.
Be the Man they say who can,
do his thing, between flings.
Go the extra mile, and still smile.

What a guy, not too shy.
It all started in that skool,
an engineer who’s really kool.

A dapper, sapper, rapper.


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

B-Day for J.K. (Regrets)

Oh, what a Bummer
I missed Joe’s blast.

But, I’ll make-it a point
to be at his future repasts.

Pics of the gang at UC
with Peter and Yo-Yo.

Look at what I missed;
at the Birthday of Joe Koh.

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

Momentary Nothingness

After we said, ‘good-byes’,
I returned to my studio and the
nothingness
of inanimate objects.

In solitude, I write.
In loneliness, I’m left,
with out words.

No words, no poems,
no passion, no life (for me).

I would have embraced
the prick of Death
at that moment.
Leaving earthly torment for eternal
nothingness.


Puma/MMX

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