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taboo is repealed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?