When I read your lines
The syntax and rhymes
Tug at the edges of my mind

As the words weasel inside
Where it’s impossible to hide
From feelings once denied

I’ve pretended they’re mine
Tried them all on for size
Enjoyed eloquent rides,  y’all write


Put a spoon in it


Life’s all about give and take
The weekend got in the way
I pulled an emergency break

Allowed dirty dishes to stay
Piled in muck for 1 or 2 days
Till no forks remained in tray

It didn’t bring about doomsday
In fact, I served coconut cake
A spoon simply stood in its place


🍅 tomāto, tomăto, tomatoes – #Tanka

We are all vibrant
A myriad of colors

Harmful free radicals found
In humanities garden



I stopped at the pond
To reflect
The trails and tribulations
Of the days events

Notwithstanding regrets
I’d paid witness
To a spectacular sunset
Off to the west

A nod of approval in effect
For time well spent
Unwinding on our descent
Forgiveness, never forgets


The butterfly effect 🦋

It’s vivid colors
Made my heart sing
Till I saw a torn wing
Steadily flapping
Despite its pain
Almost happily
To my wonder



You’re expected to hold a degree
In this dog-eat-dog world
To be a functioning part of society

Tell me what does it really mean
When students display their dubiety
Perhaps, they aught to pursue a PhD

Education never mattered much to me
I just wanted the rewards and treats

That came with living the dream


Sweet Tart

When life gives you lemons
It’d be a real shame
To make boring lemonade
With a squeeze of citrusy heaven

That’d be sort of lame
When there’s so much more
Just waiting to be made
As tastebuds would say, explore

These Meyers beauties
Are simply the best
To refresh the experienced,
Yet lazy chef with their zest


Amongst the birds of paradise
Ideas take flight
Back in the kitchen tonight
To satisfy, please and delight

Aplenty stowed as frozen cubes
At the ready, drop and infuse
They’ll decide what to do
When they want to be used


Desert is where I like to start
How about slice of meringue
Sweets always fulfill the heart
No, curd & custard aren’t the same

Ponder that puckered thought
While I add a twist to my cosmopolitan
To top it off until they stop
Thinking about being antioxidants

Free radicals write poetry instead
Sipping on lemon water once again
To purge toxic silliness from my head
Always wanting to be fed and read