Tuesday, March 29, 2016



Clean all day and still can’t
Make this mess go away
Pick up here, pick up there,
Pick up everywhere,
Get this urge to purge
Feel a great surge of energy
Vacuum, mop, careful to reach every spot
On the floor, the problem at its core
Is cat hair everywhere, I abhor
Hair all over the floor, my clothes
I can’t bear it anymore
I say a prayer thinking that will help
I swear it seems the more I clean
the more hair spreads around
I declare war and still can’t make a dent
Buy special mops and dusters, I’m spent out
All I can do is vent about it
No matter how frequently I mop and dust,
The cat hair increases instead of decreases
Try to make peace with all the hair
Ask the cats to please cease shedding
But apparently cats don’t listen
More difficult to get rid of than grease
It’s even in clean clothes
Inside my drawers,
I adore my cats
But they shed on the bed,
Even find cat hairs on my head
Cat hair all over the floor and me
Spend half my day cleaning
The hair builds quickly I confess,
Reappears magically causing me stress
Impossible to make a dent in the mess
After all my efforts to dispossess
The hair remains nonetheless

Author's Note:
Sometimes people here for the first time tell me they are overwhelmed. I thought I'd make a few suggestions for those people on what to read with links.

For anyone here for the first time I recommend these poems below. You can click on each poem to be read the poem.

Spot Of Bleach

Tupelo Honey

Dead Long Ago

Twisted, A Sestina Of Love

I Sing The Blues For You Today

Heroes & Superstars - My Bob Dylan Story (All true too!)

Where Did The Day Go

Friday, March 25, 2016

So What, I’m Fat

I get fat, complacent
I sit on my fat ass
Watched my cats
And some good TV
Sat till I was nutty as a bat out of hell
When one’s in pain – can yell
Or pretend to feel well - do what I did to quell
Sat there, had a chat, ate a latke
Behaved very eclat and got very fat
Embarrassed now to show my fat self
I put myself on the shelf
Being fat is like being accepted to a fraternity
You never asked to belong to
Fatism is allowed, society is
OK to be prejudiced against fatties
I take off my hat to skinnies
Everyone avoids fat people
Like being attacked by plague of gnats
So many pounds, lost and found
Promise to turn over a new leaf
Then I stray from after weigh in
It’s the bane of my existence
Not recognized as true disease
I relay my sorrow, no headway
Not as well known as ADD
I convey my apologies
Think it’s the result of foul play
Each Passover I pray
Over and over again
If only I lose 10 pounds
I’ll be rolling in clover

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Three Published Haikus by Bear Creek Haiku

Bear Creek Haiku published the following three haikus in their March Publication.

Figure Eights

Trees, white cotton clouds
Float by, I sit, absorb sounds
Nature's noise abounds

City noise melts me
Smelts me into submission
Does silence exist?

Is This Love?

Strings pull at my heart
A marionette Ping-Pong
Time to sing a song

Morning Routine

Miss morning java
Love my bittersweet coffee
What can take its place?

Monday, March 21, 2016

Spit Poetic Love and Life’s Shit Splits

Spit Poetic Love and Life’s Shit Splits

Be the love you want to give
Give love to live life
Let love dissipate strife
Let love give and get love
Love who you’re with
If you can’t be with whom you love
Give it all you’ve got
A pep talk on love
Be who you want to love
Wish you’d stop shoving me away
A voice from above
My true love
Live the love you want to give
Be the love you want to get
See love I give
Give love I get
Be the love I see
Give the love I want to be
Can’t control thoughts and feelings that come through me
Can control what I do about them
Can’t be who you expect me to be
Can only be who I am

I am talking to the picture framer, Igball when artist lady interrupts my flow.
Artist lady says to me, “Hey wait, you’re speaking about the artist guy, the one with the scars across his face.”
Oh my, I say to myself in my head.
Aloud I reply, “He’d be so angry to have you define him that way, ‘by scars that line his face.’”
“How’d you meet?” asked Igball.
“I went to meet him to watch him paint. Guards chased him away from the sidewalk where he painted. I wanted him to paint where he wanted to, and he asked me to speak to the guards. So I spoke to them to protect his rights.”
“Another guard came to talk to me, not the one who’d chased Enrico away. He said, ‘I saw you earlier painting on the street when I came to work. I recognized you by your scars.’
“Enrico went off. ‘You recognized me by my scars. How are my scars relevant to this situation? Now I know you’re violating my human rights.’ I didn’t see his scars. I looked into his eyes. His eyes looking back into mine mesmerized me. It wasn’t until the guard pointed them out that I saw his scars.”
“Oh I do hope you won’t tell him what I said,” artist lady said, “I just wanted to identify him. He’s very beautiful.” She said, “Gorgeous, don’t get me wrong. Then I went home and cried all night.”
I listened to her, looked in her eyes and died a little more inside.
“You’d cry more if you were me,” I said.  “He has a mean streak. He told me, ‘Blame my parents who abused me.’ I want to report his father and mother for abuse but every state has different laws, and in Los Angeles, it’s too late to report. They got away with it. I hang out with him and he gets angry very easy, every little thing sets him off, becomes an offense. If he heard you now he’d get very angry like he did when the guard said he recognized him by his scars.”
“Well, please don’t tell him,” she pleaded.
I wrote it all here instead.
Igball stared in my eyes and saw me, ‘the me’ who I feel I am.

Friday, March 11, 2016

Dream Love

Felix stares deep into my eyes
leans towards me,
it's a dream
I stare back into
Sweet almond eyes
Presses his lips to mine
Kisses my lips gently,
Lips slightly apart
Total eclipse of my art,
My too-kind heart
I was never smart in love
And attraction, men are an alien faction
My private eye –shy daddy mack,
Always take him back

The second kiss, a photo in my mind's eye
I feel that kiss now
See his face as though were today,
Eyes lock in embrace
He bends his head toward me
I raise my head, anticipate
Lost in one another’s gaze
Says his one little phrase
Like a photo, stays glued in my memory

One kiss so sweet; cherished reveries
My Daddy likes no man who wants me
And even he sang Felix’s praises
“He really loves you,” he says
Stamped, signed and delivered
His face and eyes moving towards mine
Gently press his lips to mine,
See it as if it was two clear photos,
Shown in two different angles

A photo I see with closed eyes
Even if I were to be blind
It will remain clear in my mind
A sensory delight, exemplary levity
A memory that never lived
So can’t survive
A dream delight withstands time
Forever I see the photo in my mind