Funny Bunny

I never believed in the Easter bunny

Always struck me as rather funny

I never believed it, I never did

even as a little kid

I thought it more than a touch absurd

though at the time I thought it

that was not my word


I believe, I believe,

it’s silly but I believe


The stuff foisted on us

 can make me laugh today

but they colored my thinking

mixing things up that way

Truth and fantasy collide

and take us on a bumpy ride

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Pomodori Rossi

Advice in Cliches

Take a chill pill

Cool one’s jets

hang loose, decompress

Regain composure

Swim down stream

Keep one’s shirt on

Live the dream


What is it now?

Scratch, scratch, scratching at my mind

Insisting on my attention

Sapping me of my sense of invention


When will it learn?

That in spite of good intention

It is overprotective     

and over-focused on prevention


How will it know?

that I am changing my predilection

and easing into becoming

fundamentally composed


Flawed and focused

Fierce and calm

In the face of life

I carry on

Italian Lessons

My daughter goes to Italy

I always wanted to go

I drive to Three Oaks instead

It’s closer, doncha’ know

But it’s not the same.


Why do I resist the urge

to travel far away?

What do I think will happen?

I don’t know where I’d stay

I don’t know if I’ll like it

and want to go back home

But it’s the same


And then there is the airport part

and planes that fly, oh God, my heart

I want to be adventurous

Instead, I find it treacherous

and some how out of reach

and after all is said and done

I just go to the beach

But it’s not the same



Let Go

Mid-month mock-up

for something like a miracle

Discombobulated ramblings

in a cockamamie world

Strange connotations

and unrelated verse

Trying to control it

only makes it worse

Cry Baby

In the middle of sad

in the middle of Monday

I wonder if it’s sadness I feel

or is it frustration,

that I can’t have it my way

by sheer concentration

Might turn out to be that my way

isn’t the best way

after all is said and done

So maybe I should just get over this one,

this wanting everything to be exactly

as I imagine it should be

In the middle of sad

In the middle of Monday






Food for Fuel–Getting Back on Track


I feel a bit off and wonder if it could be because I have drifted a bit from the eat-to-live focus.  I’ve dabbled in the non-vegan world :)  and I’ve also  included two or three slices of bread each day.  Had a little ice-cream cone on Saturday — tasted good.  Oh, and a doughnut a few days ago.  It’s not a great variance, but maybe it doesn’t take  a lot.   I’ve also gained about four pounds………a sign that something is out of balance.  As soon as I inject processed food and sugar and meat into the dynamic, I pay a price.  Is it worth it?  That is the question.  

Back to basics starting now so I can get back on track which is where I like to be.  



Back to a more disciplined effort

of living

of sorting out priorities

of finding my focus

while seeming to be free-floating

One day

one moment

one change at a time

Back to a more meticulous effort

toward the unknown


Image I would like to be

Somebody like me

but different

Somebody calm

hiding underneath

not tearing at my peace

appearing like a friend

showing me the way

to be calm on the inside

not just on the outside

More often than I am

Somebody just like me

but different