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if only the electric iron
was invented by the clever Romans
or the Greeks
my toga wouldn't be so wrinkly

live in interesting times, said the fortune cookie curse
wisdom worth its weight in dimes, I suppose I could do worse
an idyllic paradise boredom bringing me to tears
still though, wouldn't it be nice, if we could live without fears

in attempts to sound profound
found
bigger words are of great help
whelp
but it gets too hard to know
though
what my writings' all about
(pout)

all these adjectives galore
lore
atmosphere up the kazoo
zoo
may impress the dilettante
taunt
but ends up as a great bore
sore

I shall try to simplify
aye
and shall call the sky the sky
aye
and shall call a tear, a tear
hear
when there is a need to cry

having played its prescribed role
all's quiet at the pole
well fed deer don't make a sound
undisturbed snow on the ground
making a white corridor
Santa is in Florida

the petals curl
he loves me not
I'm just a girl
a little dot
our story will
remain untold
a passing thrill

my hand grows cold

Author notes: wc 26

fanning pleasure's flame
enthusiastically
he singed his fingers

like flying cars and fusion power
Armageddon is always
just around the corner
the fierce urgency of now
best reserved for the bathroom

when life gives you tears
and the wind dries them on your tired face
and the salt burrows into your cheeks
stripping them of their innocence
remember your first dip in the ocean
when the wave washed over your head
and a moment of terror
became a shriek of pure joy

taste that salt, it is life
washing over you
spring up and get a gulp
of that iodine filled air
and let the embers of sunlight
playing on the waves
into your heart

she looked at me with laughing eyes
"I love you to the moon and back"
and then took off into the skies
a wake of stardust in her track

will you come back, my astronaut
or will the moon exert its pull
a silly, but persistent thought
I cannot help it, I'm a fool

can I compete? chin chiseled gods
that share the heavens with my bride
and I, mere mortal, beat the odds
a tinge of fear mixed in with pride

"I'm back again", she says, a kiss
I search her eyes, they're warm but sad
the moon above is what she'll miss
I settle for what can be had

Author notes: wc 111 image from Pinterest

Some say the emperor's attire,
is very nice.
I may know nothing of empire
but cannot see his famed attire
I did a double take, once, twice,
and do not think me an ingrate
to say that it is not so nice
nor is it great
believe your eyes.

Author notes: Robert Frost's Fire & Ice

I give thanks to the Divine
for its wine
and give doubly for the bread
in their stead
and the candles that I light
a delight
mother welcomed the Shabbat
challah cut

That's the story of my youth
tends to sooth
I shall never say goodbye
will not try
I give thanks to the Divine
for its wine
and give doubly for the bread

in their stead

seconds tick away
trying to capture the now
looks like we missed it