Friday, August 31, 2018

About The Isle Of Tyre

Wouldst thou for me an air
upon thy tortoise lyre
play, and sing those words so fair
about the Isle of Tyre?

Within whose walls so grand,
there at bazaar would be
hangings made by weaver's hand,
and colored from the sea.

And ships of cedar made,
all crewed by seamen bold,
sailed to shores afar, to trade
for silk and spice and gold.

Consoled by sweet refrain,
I dwell in dreams of Tyre--
going home will e'er remain
my unfulfilled desire.

The ancient Phoenician city-state of Tyre, an island off the southern coast of Lebanon, was famous for its production of the prized Tyrian purple dye derived from the murex snails found in its waters. --WW

© 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen (@vidarnm) on Unsplash

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Heavenly Pair (of Limericks)

The king of Saturn, it's said,
Has eyes in the back of his head
    To add to the brunt,
    He has none in the front
And so everywhere must be lead.

The king of Jupiter, too,
Has his head on, askew
    He says hello
    When he sees people go,
With only their backsides to view.

© 2018 Wayne Wysocki
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Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Two Cigarettes And A Beer

by Wayne Wysocki

Two cigarettes and a beer, dear
That's how long I'll be here
If you never show
Then I'm gonna go
After two cigarettes and a beer.

You know I'm not big on forgivin’
And not much for talkin’ things through
But if you’ll swing on by
I'll give it a try
Though I don't think I'll hear nothin’ new

Baby I've heard your last reason
For standin’ me up like you do
You think it's all right
If I'm waitin’ all night
And that's why I'm just givin’ you

Two cigarettes and a beer, dear
That's how long I'll be here
If you never show
Then I'm gonna go
After two cigarettes and a beer.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Photo by Alexas_Fotos-Pixabay

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

I'll Wait Until Tomorrow

by Wayne Wysocki

I'll wait until tomorrow
And pray it isn't so,
I'll pretend until the end
That you really didn't go;

As I sit in reverie
You are all I know--
I'll wait until tomorrow
Though you left me long ago.

Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Photo by Opsesivna Tjeskoba

Monday, August 27, 2018

Sponge Count

Ernest went to the doctor,
who said that his spleen must come out
The day that he went for his treatment
a rumor was going about

That the doctor was seemingly careless,
and leaving some sponges behind
So Ernest confronted the surgeon,
and gave him a piece of his mind

He ranted until he was flustered,
then after a calming down pause
Told him the staff should be looking,
accounting for sponges and gauze

The doctor was most reassuring;
he said it would all be okay
And told him that he and his nurses
would be looking in earnest today.

Saturday, August 25, 2018


Why'd you go and leave me gloomy?
Leaving like you never knew me?
Don't you know my heart can break in pieces?
How much can it take?
Each day my gloominess increases.

I play the clown, but they see through me--
The frown beneath the paint's the true me.
If I knew that you
Would someday come back to me,
Maybe then I wouldn't be so gloomy.

Friday, August 24, 2018

A Seagull Talked To Me Today

I parked my car beside the bay
The sign said please don't feed the seagulls
I enjoyed the view for a minute or two
when a large and older seagull walked, not flew,
but slowly, purposefully ambled up then stood there waiting by my window.

He patiently lingered as his white and gray feathers were ruffled and fingered
by the gusting chill wind
He looked up then away, never making eye contact,
obviously hoping for a morsel.

This expectation was indication
that the notice had been resisted,
and there had been some who had thrown a crumb
to feed the begging birds
I stayed warm in the car while the wind blew cold, and my feathery friend persisted.

I had no scrap to give him as I seldom eat in my vehicle
Had I something, would I have shared, considering the sign?
I don't know
but I don't know
I know that in standing and waiting, he was thus communicating,
so it's safe to say that in a way
a seagull talked to me today.

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Rhyming Haiku

upgrade is revealed
form sublime accepts the rhyme
taboo is repealed

May Your House Be Free of Dragons

May your house be free of dragons
May the sunshine follow you
May you someday find the very special kind
Of love that comes to just a few

May your house be free of dragons
May you find your cup of tea,
And number one son of a son of a gun,
May the one you find be me.

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

You Mistook Kindness For Love

I held out my hand to you,
that's all I planned to do--
a helping hand's all I was thinking of

But you saw through other eyes,
and before I could realize,
you mistook kindness for love.

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Monday, August 20, 2018

Summer Night

The moist, warm fingers of the summer night
Sweetly caress and cling to me tight
In a dream so real--
It would seem I should feel at ease,
But the breeze isn't there,
And the warm, summer air disagrees

You warm my body with your summer kiss,
Smothering me with uneasy bliss,
Till I try to go,
And you sigh and say, "No, don't fight,"
Then delight me with charm,
In the lingering, warm summer night.

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Galaxies Unknown

I bought an interocitor and put it in my phone
Now I'm getting messages from galaxies unknown

Klaatu said Gort is broken down and waiting for some parts
From beyond the outer limits, not found on any charts

The Borg said they'll assimilate, 'tis futile to resist
The Thing said it would vegetate upon my groc'ry list

Teenagers from outer space we're in the Twilight Zone
The Blob said it could split in half to make itself a clone

The Robinsons still lost in space, forevermore to roam
Outer space invading soon, and ET phoning home

Arrakis said the planet Earth must meet the Guild's demands
Or Dune would send its giant worms to eat Saharan sands

For fear we'll be invaded and my body snatched away
And all the dreadful thoughts I've had, it's time for me to say

I've put my cosmic calls on hold because, for what it's worth,
I'm getting all the flack I need from good old planet Earth.

Friday, August 17, 2018

An Inconvenient Heatwave

Getting broiled in the daytime
And slow-cooked at night,
Could it be that
Al Gore was right?

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Presidential Paramours

Presidential paramours sanctioned but not silenced.
Not to speak yet being heard, attorneys and agencies speaking on their behalf.
Everyone knows,
now that the election has passed.
Who would have cared anyway?
We know now that it doesn't matter, transgressions and despicable deeds never tarnish the orange luster.

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Morning Quirk

I eat my cereal from a coffee mug as I wander 'round the house.
I suppose I could do it in public and not look out of place,
just another morning Joe putting something in his face.
I get stomach satisfaction that coffee sippers enjoy,
but with more nutrition,
and fiber.
Though I miss that coffee smell,
with spoon in hand it's all so grand to have my morning java status,
and gratis,
I'm having breakfast as well.

Monday, August 13, 2018


Necesas ne, ke vi atendu;
vi havas sufiĉe lernadon.
Parolas vi jam Esperanton,
se vi legas ĉi tiun skribadon.

Friday, August 10, 2018

If You Want To Call Me Vegan

If you want to call me vegan,
I'll not fight with you,
although the statement's not quite true
It's not exactly wrong either

It's true I don't eat meat, or eggs, or anything with wings or legs,
but in way of a confession, you might find in my possession
a leather belt or shoes,
which for a vegan is bad news

I don't really mean to quibble, concerning what I nibble,
but I'm trying here to say in this convoluted way
that for a vegan it's all about the animals
I'm not in it for the animals, but rather for my health and for the planet

I surely won't deny it -- I eat a vegan diet,
and to some degree I care what fellow creatures have to bear,
and resulting from my wishin' for optimal nutrition
they benefit from my selfish choice to not consume them

But in the end you have to see that I eat this way for me
I don't deserve the noble label, but when I'm sitting at your table,
if you want to call me vegan,
then I'll not disagree.