JUMBLE

17-4-80-GSP.
A blur of signs and vehicles
and logo big-box stores
dredging up memories of
‘70’s subway signature graffiti
with Lucy in the Sky
as I drive-by
alert to fight or flight instinct
of side and front and rear views
vying for attention in
stress-street-wise maneuvers
where the reality of the moment
is rendered
in split-second
reactions
where my journey is meaningless
in this jumble of architecture and
machines and unseen humanity
destination is all;
My only respite
Blue-Law Sunday
you see;
I go to church in Paramus.


©TPuma/MMXIII

NEMO-2/9/13

Oh Snow Fairie Nemo
how you do sequester me.
For what am I to know
about this reverie.

The dawn that broke
in quiet solitude.
In what it did bespoke
of a landscape nude.

So, I squint in snow-white-sun
and marvel Nature’s way.
I count another blizzard done
and just enjoy the day.

©TPuma

ENTER

That gay bar I never entered,
so I fooled myself about myself
and all those inside and me outside
by inside myself alone and afraid
unsure and closeted (as they say)
to step outside myself
to step inside the gay bar
to admit to myself and be OUT
and true to my inside feelings
that those outside
will see and say
you are gay --
When did this happen?
When did you know?
When did you come out?
How do you feel now,
I mean, inside. . .

©TPuma

YEAR OF THE SNAKE

ssh,ssh, snow for Tet.
Tit for Tat and all that.

Slither-in Year of Snake
quiet as a Wake.
With snow and ice as factors
with wet firecrackers.

Dragon I, who will fear (?)
This (unctuous) serpentine year (?)

Oh, Buddha:
What do you impart
for this inauspicious start (?)

Confucius say:
“Just face the day.”

Oh my Oriental friends
who by PC disdains that trend.
Who must be Asian by all means.
Of course this is easy for me,
I am a Rice Queen.

© TPuma/4711

XMAS

Santa Claus, sanity clause
North Pole, myth told
Happy Holidays, culture rage
2 turtle doves, msg. from above
Winter Solstice, baby’s first Xmas
bah hum-bug, Auntie’s hug
a pine tree, Jacob Marley
fruit cake, cookies bake
Advent, good tidings sent
mistletoe, swaddling clothes
snow.

No room at the inn,
Jesus conceived sans sin.
JMJ, where they lay.

Pagan lore, eve of pescatore
twas’ the night before.

Mass @ midnight
mess of white light.

3 wise men
Caesar Roman.

star of east, hope to least
men of good will
in search of still.


©TPuma/122512

HAPPY NEW YEAR-2013

2013 is hard upon us
ushering in the adolescent
years of the 21st century,
having lived through the
senior years of the 20th
century and the birth
of the 21st., I wonder about
the angst, donder und blitzen
of my teenager as he/she goes
through centennial puberty.

Will she be haughty and snide
and pouting (?)
Will he be too smart all skinny
biceps ready to prove his
masculinity like his father 1913 (?)
or his grand-father 1813 (?)
inauspicious antecedents.

My annual off-spring
will you be the harbinger
of a post post-modern world
or will teenage-spite give us
7 lean years ?

Oh, all this poetic pondering
unless I am dead by 12/31/12
(I do not anticipate that)
I will relish all that is to pass
and maybe, in my old age wisdom,
to my teenager so advise,
“a word to the wise.”


©TPuma/MMXIII

MY LIGHT

If poetry be the bright
lights of Broadway,
my poems would be
the 25 watt incandescent
bulb in the outer lobby
of a theatre.