Encaged

Still at her desk,

that woman

loves the forest.

First Kiss

That woman,

Her lips taste of curry--

Full moon. 

Early Morning

Her throat is moaning

her body warm --

the bedside clock is ticking.

Train Ride

Two conductors walking

holding seats

The air smells of peanuts

Bus

Bladder squeezing

Teeth clenching --

Wheels go round and round

Meteors

Light buries stars --

one gave up and fell.

Grass irritating my back

Freedom

Airplane groaning above

I'm in the summer garden

Longing

Hanami

Air sparkles with petals

Car stopping in red light

She wouldn't say a word

Train

Air conditioner humming

wheels screeching

trees and houses are passing by

At the Window

Sitting on a chair, waiting --

she's making tea

as if it's not raining outside.

Bedroom

Blue coat on white bed

thrown haphazardly --

burnt bulb in lamp

Falling Snow

Flakes in mid air

like mosquitoes -- 

too cold for them. 

Together

Even together

when are bodies entwined,

I still miss you.

On the ski slop

Poles in acute angle --

I wonder why.

Snow is falling

Winter Moon

Cloud suffocating

nibbled moon

above snow covered hills

Noise

The furnace turned on -

I wonder how 

they are still asleep

Sleepless

Daughter tossing, turning

Whimpering —

Sleep eludes me

Dawn

Child sleeping

Fridge humming

Nearly morning

Peaceful Night

Girl sleeping —

Breathing 

Like a cricket

Winter Release

Sitting on toilet;

Deep snow covers

ground outside

Hot

A hundred and twenty in the shade
Dries your eyes
Burns your lungs
Broils your skin  --  it's red.
Head steams
Muscles fail
Body shivers without control
Eyes see the invisible -- the non-existent, too
You can't move
Peace.

Desert

Hundred twenty in shade -

eyes dry glass, cracking, crackling

whining lips peel off 

Real Food

First day in Europe -
watering mouth reminding
how tasty food can be

Summer Night

Humid summer night

Body aches anticipation

Exploding release

Punish the Cautious

Loan seekers

Punished by FICO

For shopping around

A Nation Under Attack

An unarmed mother

Panicked  capital to halt

A terrorist joy

The Republican Party

A failed Obama

not enough for failed party

to win election

Obama

Freedom destroyed by

A self proclaimed liberal

Like never before

Maia

There was a young girl who shot arrows

And later she also got parrots

She played out all day

Or the piano she'll play

Hoping parrot would start eating carrots

Poetry

Pages of long words

Fit into a few lines

Of forgotten art

Modern Medicine

When I visit the doctor who said

That her job is to only treat head

Cause the treatment of spine

Is no business of mine

She is rich, but her skill is sure dead

A Religious Question: Haiku

Can you attack those
Who see you as violent
To prove them wrong?

Off With His Head

A man named Muhammad

Who called for Jihad,

Which some say it's love he was preaching about

Could make no mistake

And no harm he could cause

But your head would be chopped if you doubted his laws.

Poisons: Haiku

In China, US
Companies poisoning us
Protected by law

The West and the Islam - Haiku

 

Leaders of freedom

Apologize, once more

To dark tyranny

The Movie And The Rampage

A peaceful protest against a movie

In Libya, Egypt and Yemen too
It's love, and a bad movie, that sends on a rampage
The silent majority –
who claim to object the fanatic minority –
To ask for blood and the heads
Of those
Who do not understand
What love and tolerance truely mean.

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A man of love, we can call him Jilel
Who adored promised virgins of hell
Not a bomb on his person
Not a saw to chop heads
Bad director must die, he would yell.


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Movie go to hell
Then we'll be in peace again –
Preaching tolerance.

Snapshot

Five thousand were killed in Syria in August alone.

Assad, their president and an optometrist, is in love with his wife

And goes shopping to make her happy

Often on line.

A UK university still call to boycott Israel.

Assad does not live in the UK any more.

The Arab world blames Israel

They must have planned it all along

Especially the UN failure

To stop the bloodshed.

The same UN that appointed Libya

To head the Human Right Commission.

Barbara, my neighbor, is truly upset

Her favorite chocolate is out of stock

And will probably never be in again.

The small shop that made it

Is being digested by a giant

And their secret recipe, that was in the family for generations

Is substituted.

But the children in Syria would have loved a piece.

At least those not among the five thousand

Who do not mind how inedible it has become.