Thursday, November 3, 2022

INTERPRETATION

 Musicians interpret Notes

Actors interpret Characters.

Painters interpret Visions

Poets interpret Life.

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Saturday, June 18, 2022

TWO

  

You live in a Duplex/

Looking out to the Sea.

Searching the Shore to check/

For Subs of the enemy.

You scan the sand for Things/

And pocket a buck or two.

Listening to the Surf sing/

While sipping a cold brew.

You meet same each day begun/

Who measure their wealth in ease.

The Ocean ripples the Sun/

As it rises in the breeze.

You walk the cool Lo-tide/

Into the gentle Surf.

To Neptune’s Law complied/

And with the god converse.

You spy a Nautilus shell/

Lift it to your ear.

A seaborne Fortune-cookie to foretell:

“We wait for you my dear.”

 ©TPuma/MMXXII

 

 

 

Tuesday, February 8, 2022

Foghorns

 

I cannot see one foot past my front door.

The fog that floated on “little cat feet”

swamps me.

Wet like sweat, not cooling, but chilling.

Have I died?

 

Did I die a “Noir” death?

Have I walked onto a Hollywood set?

A 1947 Frisco waterfront?

Where Foghorns sound the way.

Am I lost?

 

Passion is the poet’s eye.

The gray fog ignites grey matter.

Emotions overwhelm.

I wander through the mist.

 

Where are the Foghorns?

 

©TPuma/MMXXII

 

 

Thursday, December 30, 2021

20/21/22

  

Good-bye 2021

You Wile E. Coyote you.

My inner Road Runner flees

Those spiked Covid balls you threw.


 I thought I’d never see:

A 2020 redux?

I tried to remain calm

But, I got Acid Reflux.


 We made the most of the year

We masked, vaxxed, and boosted too.

We also had some good times

So, ’22 let’s renew.


 We’ll ring in the New Year

And shout through our masks.

For all our friends to have,

“A New Year back to normal tasks.”

       HAPPY NEW YEAR!

 

©TPuma/MMXXI

 

 

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

12/26/2021

 


 T’was the day after Christmas

A gift of two Turtle Doves.

A holiday earworm

I prefer leather gloves.

 Tis’ Boxing Day in England

They have two holidays.

But, in America

We search for double AA’s.

 T’was the day after Christmas

My bar bereft of Cordials.

My mailbox bereft of cards

My accounts bereft of numerals.

 Red, green, and white garments

In rainbow laundry room.

A day of rest and unrest

Clearing wrapping paper strewn.

 For a Kwanza beginning

We light a black candle.

A day of Umoji

To brighten our mantel.

 T’was the day after Christmas

The Feast of Saint Stephen.

A Martyrs death he

Stoned by the heathen.

 We wait on a Holy Bris

On Octave Day of His birth.

A gift of eight Beatitudes

To quench a faithful thirst.

 T’was the day after Christmas

A time to remember.

A time for reflexion

This end of December.

 Another year in the life

Memories of Best and Least.

A personal Renaissance

We’ll celebrate a New Year’s feast.

 HAPPY NEW YEAR.

 ©TPuma/12/26/2021

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, December 24, 2021

Xmas Eve (12/24/21

 

 

 

 

 

Have a happy Christmas Eve

With gifts all wrapp’d under the tree.

 A traditional fish feast

A Christmas Carol on T.V.

 The Tannenbaum all aglow

With cherished dated ornaments.

 Memories of Christmas past

To reflect on these moments.

 O.K., Santa we’re ready

All and all we’ve been nice.

 The Midnight Mass for homage

To the baby Jesus Christ.

 So drink-in the Season

With deep breaths of glee.

 Boun Natale Nanna and Nonno.

Have a Merry from David and me.

 

©TPuma/12/24/21

 

 

 

 

Thursday, November 25, 2021

AN AMERICAN TRADITION

 


 

Scent of a roasted Turkey/

Is that a Yam or Sweet Potato?

 The tart taste of Cranberry/

No Ketchup or Mayo.

 Making a wish on a bone/

Debating white or dark meat?

 This day in a sub-tropic zone/

Giving thanks for this treat.

 Pumpkin pie for dessert/

A dollop of whipped cream.

 Riesling for your thirst/

No, this is not a dream.

 Macy’s parade down Broadway/

Detroit Lions on T.V.

 In silence you pray/

Thanking your deity.

 For all that you share/

Be it meager or plenty.

 For all that you care/

With your friends and family.

 Happy Thanksgiving.

 ©TPuma/MMXXI