Here's this week's heap of haikus: 

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OKAY, WE WILL TRY THIS AGAIN?

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

I often wonder
what cows in fields must think when
men on bikes ride by.

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Elements of style,
Hallmarks of erudition ...
Shut up, already.

The affair ended,

teaching me about women,

they will disappoint.

No matter,

they're all the same,

what was her name?

We talked late in August,

at her kitchen table,

lemonade in hand,

I heard about him,

and everyone else

on the planet.

I wasn't buying it.

"You call these five years an infatuation?

Well, lady, the numbers just don't add up!"

I may have knocked over a glass,

or a chair, as I stomped out,

Driving up to Vermont, I thought of him

Mom had given me some momentos---

Masonic ring, leather wallet,

a stack of canceled hundred dollar checks

---some great contacts there, such as

McGovern, Happy Chandler and Kefauver.

I was in my mid thirties when a head hunter

on Park Ave asked me what my Dad "did".

Unprepared for this question pitched directly,

----"Retired" I lied.

What your Dad "did" has no bearing upon

an introduction of you to an investment bank,

In the midst of political rhetoric which has now reached a kind of sixth dimension of reality shows interbreeding with news hosts and spawning the likes of You Know Who, we are very fortunate to have our poets, especially Billy Collins, born on March 22.  

With more gall than intrepidness I offer a small tribute, a poetic review of my favorite collection of his poems, in the book, "Sailing alone around the room". (published some time ago).

       AHOY, BILLY.

Stirring opposite reflections,

Here's this place for Politics's weekly heap of haikus:

He is short-fingered
and a Vulgarian ... The
Odious Don Drumpf.

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Donald J. Trump will be the Republican nominee. Let's stop pretending otherwise and wasting time when there's so much at stake.

So who do we want to put up against him? Let's be honest; no one agrees and likely won't until they're told they're wrong long enough to give in unless they convince the other side that they're totally wrong. Sounds like a caucus. Sounds like politics.

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

Here's this week's heap of haikus:


 

Do not obsess on
the follies of youth, but how
you overcame them.

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