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
once bitten, twice shy
not for vampires or werewolves
they're not shy at all
Cinderella, my good fella, is performing acapella
no one's had the heart to tell her
she cannot carry a tune
her glass dreams have all been shattered
crushed by all the things that mattered
though the slippers stand, untattered
since the ball was held last June
servants cater to her follies
but can't shake her melancholies
feeling like she's lost in space
and Prince Charming fails to get it
who knew that he's so bad at it
though he surely did regret it
getting her a fireplace
the tundra puts on royal airs as the horizon melts
and in their caves, the sleeping bears get restless in their pelts
the sun emerges in the sky, and interrupts their lullaby
as winter cedes to spring: what wonders will it bring
standing leafless, thin-skinned birches
steeples of forgotten churches
they await the rites of spring
worshippers return and sing
but for now, incased in white
settle for the sun's delight
Your galleries are groaning with the strain
of masterpieces chomping at the bit.
Each seeks to earn its eminent domain,
"Pick me, pick me", they shout into the street.
Here Donatello's David tips his hat
acknowledging his famous counterpart,
and Venus on the shell, yeah, she's all that
her ministry's affairs are of the heart.
Lorenzo the Magnificent stands tall,
these cobblestones were once beneath his feet.
Savonarola's faithful on a roll,
plain politics the cause of their defeat
Enlightenment, it's here you found your home
My admiration,
and Yours Truly,
Rome
hope spring's eternal
overheard by the djinny
California
writer's block Jenga
keep building your word towers
poetic collapse
the coin makes a splash
at the bottom of the well
bucket full of hope
the mouse police defunded
its captain reprimanded
and no more cattle deals
exhausting all appeals
no fields to ride all over
no rye, no wheat, no clover
no more through thick and thin
we're stuck in a between