A Winter’s Tale

A parable befitting the end of summer,

The raindrops, clouds, sound of thunder,

Short, concise, just arrived, already gone,

As at end of night, comes a brief dawn,

Now comes old biting winter, cold awaits,

Replacing the bathing suit with skates,

Gone is summer too short a yarn too frail,

The beginning of a Winter’s Tale,



Who is to blame?

There is a lot going on with abuse and mistreat,

In Hollywood, in church, the Olympics or the street,

He blames her; she blames him, who is at fault?

Was it truly consensual or a brutal sexual assault?

My advice to you, for future reference,

Based on the past, it shall make a difference,

If you are going to claim, you were a victim of rape,

Make sure you get it all on high quality tape,


Operatic soup

Listening to music on “You Tube”,
It’s cold I am having chicken soup,
I never knew chickens were operatic,
Opera with chicken soup is traumatic,
Turandot was all choked up, poor soul,
Obvious bad reaction to the matzo ball,
Have to adjust the food to the music I hear,
Or, risk that operatic music will disappear,


Tonight I went out on the balcony,

It was freezing, complete agony,

My feet got cold, my hands, my head,

I was sure I would end up very dead,

Did not know what to do to stay alive,

How does one manage to survive?

How one avoids such pain and torment?

So, I turned around and inside I went,



Turning 65

Today I turned sixty-five,

Last I checked, I’m still alive,

From now on, it is a bonus, a freebie,

que sera sera, what will be will be,

I am beating the odds, historically speaking,

Although listening hard, you can hear the squeaking,

Who am I to complain? I should not be bitching,

Please disregard the spasms and twitching,

I shall take my pills, inject my shots,

And continue connecting the dots.


Religiously Infected

Are you too religiously infected and pious?

Deeply devoted and most sanctimonious,

Performing acts of worship and ritual,

After all, you are so deeply spiritual,

As I observe and see you, ‘O ye people of faith,

I have an immediate urge, to scrub and bathe,

If you end up going to heaven when end comes,

I rather go to hell and be with the secular ones


Is Google a Tiger?

Enough of your wheeling and dealings,

Your smiles and second hand feelings,

This week was extraordinarily bitter,

Twenty percent lose Google and Twitter,

With all of Trump’s tweets and words,

And his still wide eyed following herds,

Twitter has less users and so does Google,

Could it be the tiger is really a poodle?