Procreation essentially endows the species of Homo sapiens immortality...,
Illusion Or Not (Cinqku Poem)
Mirage,
Universal Infant Elated (Tanka Poem)
Toy gadget for me,
FINAL FREEDOM
FINAL FREEDOM
Is it, and must it be, an outpouring of emotion
An undeclared battle between head and heart
And yet there’s always room left for metaphor
Complete Write Off
Some amateur writer’s languish in bookshelves ,
Until I acquire a sheepish android washerwoman...
which day will dawn
IT MUST BE TRUE
IT MUST BE TRUE
Believe me, nobody knows the truth
That’s nonsense what they call proof
So there is no point in looking aloof
Heartfelt Christmas Touch ( Double Haiku)
Layer upon load,
Philatelist’s Nightmare (Ultimate Edition, Corrections, Edits)
The post office door closed firm in a boisterous squeak as the employees departed sullen and sulky, on this fatalistic day with no reverse rescue volte face on even the dimmest horizon.