Horror and Horrible

It is inappropriate for a woman of my bearing
to seek employment, especially considering
the staggering number of people out of work.

I have everything materially I require.
Why then return to a 9 to 5 grind
and be subject to office gossip?

After observing I was getting the shakes -
probably due to a nutritional deficiency -
I retired at 52, an emergency room nurse.

Thereafter, I took a young lover,
who I subsequently had dissected
when lose nose Cyrano nose played me dirty.

I would retire again, one last time,
this time to live a cloistered nun,
none for them and none for me!

That's all folks, mill on that a bit!

Sky Eye Blue

It''s that time of year, again
for love intense and gentle,
when the strata age of woods and rocks
prepares for Grim Winter to return
from its northernmost haunts, invade the hollows,
sow helter skelter frost and darkness.

It is that time of year, again!
So, have you gathered enough firewood, my dear?
Have you stuffed the Bell jars full with jams and jellies?
Are the heavy blankets out of mothball.yet?
Are the snowshoes ready to trunch the ice?
Lastly, did you store securely the Scotch?

Accidental Consequential

To find in God - the simple, and in a drop the most complex.
Dying opens up grand opportunities! Seems ever clearer to me now,
sure as shooting stars, that to live is to be born anew.

The Owl Gives A Hoot,

The question is, shall I escape the day?
Shall I untethered go the soft landing way of autumn's leaves?
Falling blooms ask no such questions,
only would be poets and philosophers are so presumptuous.
Wake up, little crooner. Who do you think you is?

Mine Vows

I have sworn off television, because my 20/20 is faltering.
I have sworn off beer, because it does not seem right to me
to spend Social Security in getting high.
I have sworn off drugs, because I have no stomach
for supporting the Mexican cartel. I have sworn off sex
for want of drive to mix body juices with them of maybe dubious reputation.
I have sworn off preachers, lawyers and doctors, because they are con men all.
I have sworn off friends, because I have none that I know of.

Only the internet, have I not sworn off, because here I am virtual,
here I am invisible. No one knows for sure if I'm man or woman,
atheist, catholic, former nazi or communist.
I am the verses I write, and it thrills me
to have such handy excuse for the perpetuation of ego.

To All Dead Friends and Poets

Leaf simple tumbles earthbound,
It experiences the sky in a different journey.

Do not inform autumn leaves
that they are dying.

A member departs,
its kind returns.

Summit Sunrise

Rejoice wing, rejoice and sing on mountain top.
This morning's tap whistles pass my ears.
I'd surrender, sure I would, to fall up into the sunrise.

From high, I spot in jagged crevice,
a bee who fingers unperturbed a yellow daisy -
he and she - brave pioneers of rock formations.

In one voice (ole English, yet) they inquire:
"Woman Tell, art thou a bug or, perchance,
some type of pollen factory?"