Thursday, February 24, 2011


An asteroid to hit this orb:
Do we go in,'fire or ice'?
Data overload to absorb,
I give-up on this advice

from those who know
and those who reckon.
Ice and winter and snow
or the apocalyptic fire that beckons.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011


Bumble bee on flower
Rose O’ Sharon blooming.
Watching in the bower,
at the fading of my glooming.

Ah, my little friend
renewing life each Spring.
How much we do depend,
in your instinct, on-the-wing.

(‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’)

Saturday, February 19, 2011


I must end this Rhyming phase,
and get back to Free-Verse.
So my poet friends, get off my case,
or i'll call an early Hearse.

Thursday, February 10, 2011


I want to be a Fashionista
though that term is passé.
I want to be in that parade Easter
please, don’t call me gay.

I want to look Dandy
in my Italian Tees (?)
Middle-aged eye candy
Cum Laude F I T.

Seventh Avenue, show me the way
so folks will glance and say: Who?
OK, you can call me gay
and my designers too.

They’ll dress me in pastels
solids, plaids, and stripes.
In retro bottom-bells
or pants that are stove-pipes.

My jacket, form-fitting
old Zoot suit back in style.
Silk preferred, No knitting,
as I strut down the aisle.

So, Black and White, adieu
you had a decent run.
Gay Rainbows burst anew
in this New York sun.


Sunday, February 6, 2011


I wish I could pen
a poem of porn.
I ask myself: When?

But the porn I’ve read,
all sounds like corn
and never have I to bed

another soul via that mode
before I take to yawn,
and dream on a Grecian Ode.

So to all the GLBT crew
and my Hetero ‘norms’,
I think I’ll name my next poem,


Friday, February 4, 2011


A fever and a cold;
Is this the Flu?
My stomach on a roll
I wish I knew.

I’ll wait it out,
at least one week.
Wrestling with this bout,
in a state of pique.

How could this be?
My health I care.
One thousand millies of ‘C’
I should be healthy as a bear.

So acorn microbes
fell this mighty Oak.
I mill about in robes,
Mother Nature’s joke.

So, I bid adieu
to an active slot.
As now I have a clue:
I should have got that shot.


Wednesday, February 2, 2011


denied my
dance on

did not
desire to know.

destined to

Delightful winter;
did you ever
see me so pale?


Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Cairo and snow
broken bones to mend.
Confined and laid low
till my discontent ends.

This winter of white
and a Nile of blue.
My restless nights
and Al Jazeera too.

The news disturbs
the weather wears thin.
Stuck in this ‘burb
a wheelchair for kin.

The world news
with color and sound.
Through a flat-screen view
for a Promethean bound.

My winter is this
we ‘mortals are fools’.
Waiting for Isis
and Hercules tools.