Thursday, December 30, 2021



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.”






Tuesday, December 28, 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.













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.







Thursday, November 25, 2021




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.



Friday, November 5, 2021









A steady downpour.

A melody of water.

A glow of lightning.

A mellow thunder.


The waterfowl huddle.

The lake ripples.

The hawk is delayed.

The sun is still east.


You sit and contemplate.

You shelter from Nature.

You been here before.

You’ll be hereafter.






Sunday, September 12, 2021

August, Kings County 1955


The doors of the Kinema theatre were open.

Cold air was sucked outside onto the sidewalk.

The August heat acting as a vacuum.


The only respite for apartment residents

of rooms where open windows and

fans gave no respite.


Pitkin Avenue, Brooklyn, working-class.

white-ethnic, and (as the New York Times

described it) “provincial.”


The bunting hanging from the marquee

proclaimed, “Air Conditioned Inside.”

The sign was superfluous.


The manager of the theatre was a young

blond guy:

GAY as could be, a bespoke Dandy.

                       The toughs in the neighborhood

labeled him a “Flaming Faggot”

but he was well liked as an anomaly.


                        A blooming flower in a garden

in need of weeding.


A main feature, a second “B” movie, cartoons,

coming attractions, and a newsreel.

A pleasant way to spend 2-plus hours dreaming

of adventure and/or romance.


The cool-darkened theatre gave us a break from

the egg-frying sidewalks.


Like Summer, this escape was temporary.

reality was past the open doors as we were

sucked onto the sidewalk with the cold air.







Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Happy Easter




A painted egg, to find,

A chocolate Bunny,

A bonnet, the Easter kind,

A day destined sunny.


A moveable feast-fare,

A festive parade,

A scene with Garland and Astaire,

A sunrise cavalcade.


A resurrection,

A Robin in Spring,

A faithful reaction,

A field Clovering.


A Spiral ham,

A family of olde,

A candied Yam,

A tale to be retold,


©TPuma/Easter 2021