11/30 more poetry than you can shake a stick at

My cat is fierce,
loving, ferocious, and a little bit crazy.
He responds to many of his names,
Pudding, Count Snackula, Snacky Von Dracky,
Little-Little-Little-Little-Little,
Turkey Leg, Precious, Fatty-Pattaty,
Oh Pussy-Cat, Snarshy, Hissy,
and finally Hissy Paticy.
Maybe that's why he's a little cooky.

10/30 Haiku anyone? "Spring"

Fleeting attempts to
stay in bed longer than seven
are thwarted by birds....

One of Zero Poem 9/30

My fiance calls people with those ear buds talking on their cell phones One of Zero.
It's a reference to The Borg, the villians on Star Trek who are interconnected with the Borg Collective.
No one is alone.  You are one of seven or one of twelve hundred.

So, One of Zero,
You look agitated, enlivened and a little cray-cray.
We often think you're talking to yourself.
It's not hand's free anymore if you have to reach up and touch it.
You're distracted whilst driving.
Even when you think you're being safe.
Even in the grocery store when you stop, middle of the aisle, suddenly
not realizing someone is behind you walking just as fast
and you don't move or get out of their way
but proceed with your conversation
full voice in the middle of the aisle
talking about what your opinion is
on the subject
we'd all rather not hear about.

When are we all going to have enough,
be connected enough,
be courageous enough to realize that our connectivity
is placing us in a state of perpetual change that leaves us
in a constant state of distraction and disconnection with the actual real world around us.

The living world is the one that breathes, moves, lives
and not on a page in the internet which technically doesn't exist.
On a phone even, where conversations are limited to screens
with scribblings of fragmented words shot back and forth
from a satellite to another phone somewhere else
where a face to face conversation about something real
might have prevented the ending of a friendship
over misunderstanding of what those
emoticons really meant.

We have been removed and therefore can remove
unfriend, unlike, post, send, wave, LOL
and give meaning to meaningless in the pursuit of
technological advance and the future
while piles of our discarded electronics are sent to
children in Cambodia to "recycle"
poisoning, maming, killing them
for us to become One of Zero.

Maybe we will all be One of Zero one day
when there is nothing left of the earth but poisoned oceans
and dead radioactive animals....
LOL

Cars

Too many choices,

Too many decisions,
It was easier last time.
I was the only one who had to pay.
And I still love my car.
But we have to replace her
Go with the new
more fuel efficient
and greener
What is green?
It's really just make believe
as green would be riding a horse
or fueled by salt water that's desalinated and turned into
power to fuel the battery
that never dies.
When will that one be on the market?

6/30 and 7/30 To catch up on writing poetry is like eating two sandwiches one for lunch tomorrow?

6/30

Either way it is

Toilet paper up or down
Hanging it still works

7/30
Ode to a Sandwich

(Maybe because I'm now gluten free/vegetarian
I have these longings for a sandwich
The bread is just not the same.
Not from what I remember.)






Oh Sandwiches.
Let me count the ways I've had you:
White bread, Safflower mayonaise,
fresh chicken breast, sliced tomatoes and lettuce from the garden;
Wheat bread, grilled cheddar cheese, tomatoes and onion,
dipped in tomato soup;
Rye bread, smoothered in 1000 island, swiss cheese, corned beef,
with saucraut dripping from the sides;
Whole wheat, strawberry jam, bananas, peanut butter,
honey drizzled between your layers;
Grilled wheat bread, slices of ham, jack cheese,
with sweet spicy mustard;
Sourdough with tuna, onions, tomatoes chopped finely
and melted havarti cheese.
French Roll with cranberry sauce between layers of fresh turkey,
lettuce and dashes of horseradish;
Kaiser Roll, juicy roast beef, cheddar cheese, onions,
and aujus on the side;
Perfectly powdered white buns with layers of cheese, grilled vegetables,
mushrooms and garlic aoli;
Although many make you, enjoy you, and delight in you, none of this
compares to the memory I have of you.

Something sweet 5/30 (behind again)

There is something so sweet
about coming home to you
softness and warmth and welcoming
there was never a moment that I experienced
prior to this that felt this way
I could have never planned, plotted or secured
Never had an inkling, a feeling or a hunch
that it would ever be quite like this
or coming from you.

I thought there was something wrong with me with that look on your face but you said later it was only gas - short poem 5/30