I asked if she'd spend the night
Her answer puzzled me
Only if we fight
Was her reply to me
Anytime it passes when I surf
I'll stop and back-track rapidly
and excitedly as if I'd found
the lost continent of Atlantis....
Below poem is a tribute written in
September of 2013 but never before
posted on this site...Now it is...
They all stood still, juxtaposed,
sore exhausted from the hate;
some had lost their Religion,
wondering how their Mighty God
Thinking out of the box is not necessarily
a panacea to a garden of long stem roses,
for if it were, what challenge would it pose
in achieving the excellence and accolades.
They who take pride in wrest and usurp
never see their own shadow behind them,
stalking, haunting their amoral manner -
A Modern-Contemporary Senryu
written with the syllabic re-
quirement of Traditional Zen-
Let's Have us A Wee Bit of Fun With
My Noble Attempt at Creative Levity...
Standing alone in the sand, bored,
you begin to count to yourself
The banner yet flies
Red demon to the eyes
On Site and into Sight
Someone 86 this Byte? !