Sunday, April 7, 2019

Logging-Out [ghazal]

Simply to be at ease & not in pain   seems such a blessing
Simply to be not wholly down the drain   seems such a blessing

Requisite for accomplishment   is nuts & bolts survival?
Logging-out from concerns of loss & gain   seems such a blessing

Multiple worlds   the tragicomic soul perforce traverses
Knowing how God exists on every plane   seems such a blessing

From the first dawn   far destiny was marked upon my forehead
Feeling at length the marker's darkling stain
                                                                           seems such a blessing

Somebody zoomed to storied heights?   others fell off the radar?
Walking the hushed prosaic earth again   seems such a blessing

Well you might ask that painter Raphael   where did he wander?
Somewhere he's grinding plants for paint:  the twain
                                                                               seem such a blessing

[April 5, 2019]


Saturday, May 20, 2017

Self-birthday Poem [May 20, 2017]

Today I'm sixty-one
the tale's still unfolding
the tangle's not yet done
does strife mellow when olding?
with silence quietly golding
life's joke might prove high fun
punchline not yet beholding
today I'm sixty-one


d.i.  [in Los Angeles]


Saturday, June 4, 2016

A Trio of Digital Incantations (impromptu)


1. Copy & paste

Copy & paste with gluten-free paste!
Pixilate pixilate! hurry in haste!
Answer all questions! if questions are aced
Broadcast your victory!  Copy & paste!


2.  Click here

Click here quickly! thru thick & thin!
Love the alacrity! click & win!
Whether you're worried or eager or sick
Answers are waiting! So click here! Click!


3.  Drowsy browsing?

Drowsy browsing? data arrayed?
Pictures fading? wait in the shade!
When you're offline & far from a phone
Click with your heart!  You're never alone!


d.i.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

A Studio Production (after Silence Day)


Is it invariably Central Casting
(on this quaint side of the Om Point)
that trots out its dramatis personae
all itching to assume angular places
in scenarios cooked up to burst forth
centerstage or out yon in left field

while Peripheral Casting unfolds space
& available light lends a dim metier
time ticking morse code? the hourglass
has been turned & every scintilla
of fine sand fell gravity pulls through
could whisper  time awaits Everyman

and is it then Medial Casting that
behind the scenes with its account books
flipped open to arcane karmic traceries
weighs the possible against its opposite?
do we scurry just to flesh out a plotline
of banality? are miracles permissible?

off the rails unscripted in grand improv
Mr. Whim now raises his megaphone

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Confessions of Happiness [quatrain]

Every day if I should see you becomes a wonderful day any action that involves you brings a blessing to my heart your friendship resembles an inexhaustible treasury whereby day after day tendrils of happiness surround me