Happy Birthday To Me!

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me

Happy birthday dear Phillllllll….., Happy birthday to me

Sometimes at night – I sit and I wonder

How many drinks will it take me to ponder?

And forget? – my day of creation

When my head snapped the placenta fixation

And into the world I emerged victorious

An amazing child, so amazingly glorious

Five decades and then some eight

Almost nine pounds of tax rebate

So here, I am today six feet 2 inches tall

If only they had then – a baby recall

xox

Winter is here again

Little stream, snaking under trees

The flapping wings, of busy bees

The sun’s angle, much lower nowadays

Sending, its yellow golden rays

The tree leaves, brownish and dry

Some still clinging on branches high

Some already fallen, onto the rushing stream

Floating, like little boats of steam,

Racing downhill, like little octagon stars

As if they were, speeding “Nascar” cars,

Squirrels and chipmunks are in a rush,

Panicked, as winter is about to crash,

Collecting their nuts, everyday counts,

In the Canadian winter, there are no discounts,

Geese are still goose-stepping the lake’s shore,

Soon winter will be knocking on our door

The last few leaves will slowly make their fall,

Breeze will make way to squall.

xox

Genes !

I find myself speaking words, my father used,

This makes me bewildered, and confused,

Are the genes, so deeply within us engraved?

Is the road of life, pre-paved?

Are we destined to walk our ancestral path?

Is it programmed within us, like a principle of math?

What else is engraved into us? onto our mind?

What else is there to haunt us? Our souls to grind?

Where do our parents end, and we begin?

When does “would be”, replaces “has been”?

Is this what is meant by ancestral sin?

To carry on us, like a rash on the skin?

Is it the “was”, and the “will be”, and in between?

I am just trying to understand, what does it mean?

xox

Castles in the sky

Building castles in the sky

Is not so easy, to apply

You may find the castles on a cloud,

Right next to a dream, someone avowed,

Yet sometimes, the skies are clear

And the castles, disappear

Not one left, not even a shack,

This can really, set you back,

For in those castles, you do not know-

but the neighbors, are like the fingers to the toe,

They are there, yet totally ignored,

And show quiet clearly, they are bored,

Like a couple watching TV, one beside the other

Forgetting to look, at one another

Like the fingers in the shoe, side by side

Together, yet between is the big divide.

xox

Insist

Why do you insist?

On being such a cyst

On someone’s ass?

And it will come to pass

When your ass

Will be in a class

Now it’s a pain

In the brain

Try to abstain

Try to refrain

You just go and complain

Again and again

Maybe you should

Change the mood

And the weather will improve

We’ll all be in the groove

Otherwise why not just go

Down below

Where married or single

Are in a mingle

No need to select

No need to suspect

Just freedom and love

When push comes to shove

 xox