Jim and his strange clothes

Jim the farmer bought a dancing gown

After farm work, Jim wore it into town

The old shirt Jim always wore to farm

Was angry it was never taken to town

Angry shirt spoke and won’t go back to farm

“I toil and make money for master at the farm

Every evening when this master goes to town

He goes with gown and leaves me here at home

Goodbye master,what kind of man wears a gown?"

Familiar Stranger

I was a total stranger in your country

You smiled at me with such effrontery

And I knew I had seen your face before

It is the “before’ of which I am unsure

The “before” is a puzzle of daily strife

Could it be before we came to this life

Before the existence of present existence

I know we will meet again in future tense

My useless cat

My stray cat searched for food at night

Such useless cat and he was not bright

He had a taste for a flying fowl

And ran into the ugly owl  

Owl clawed his face

Cat took a race

Useless cat

Find a rat

Brat!

College Girl

I read a college book of modern sociology

Full of ology and socio but not you-ology

I have taken classes in advanced statistics

All the stats and all the tics still unrealistic

I wish I had a simple book written by you

You-ology and socio-statistics just for two

My missing dog

I searched all over town yesterday for my dog

People sneered and told me to go to my blog

Pet-er laughed, his mouth foaming like a frog

My neighbor Douglas backed away with a shrug

The neighborhood kids asked for a fee like thugs

 I have not told them that it was an imaginary dog

Acting into the Twilight Zone

In the world of acting her life and love centered

To her acting roles she unwaveringly surrendered

From acting she exited and to acting she entered

Unimpeachable was the fine accounts she rendered

She immersed herself in her roles creating reality

Between fiction and reality she found no duality

She made such reality of fiction, now she is fiction

She is now in the twilight zone, the realm of friction

Story dreamer

Let me tell you a story that tied my head in knots

It twisted my mind and roped in my thinking hat

It is a weird story that spans the length and breath

Of the Nile river where the ancients laid a wreath

I found myself crossing the river in a wooden boat

But I rowed so fast my boat had to be a thunderbolt

The hat on my head came alive and told me to bolt

I retreated and discovered my head was tied in knots

Goodness gracious! I must stop falling asleep at work

I am Jealous of You

May I ask where you found those bad-looking clothes

The ugly threads assaulted my eyes and I almost froze

Where did you buy such hideous eyesores, what stores

I am so jealous of you; I wish I had clothes like yours

Your Work Pain

The strain of the work day and the pain

Induced your swearing at work in disdain

Or was it the swearing at work in disdain

That caused the work strain and the pain

Search for the answers not among the men

Also disregard a search even among women

Search inside and in the nucleus of your pain

Search truthfully and the answer you will gain

Tomorrow's Symphony

Oh come, let us compose a stirring symphony

One to motivate tomorrow’s musical journey

One with layers of culture, history, and charm

Excited, we march and raise the loudest alarm

You and I, the orchestra, the world in our palm   

Jim and the Mouse

Back then when Jim played around the house

One day the house cat caught a tired mouse

Jim said the mouse was fat and simply lousy

He said the mouse was eaten for being lazy

But then Jim grew fat, lazy and plenty drowsy  

Now Jim fears the cat because Jim is mousy

Are you a Clown?

When you saw the clown on his way to town

Did he not laugh and chase away your frown

When those painful blues brought you down

Were you not cured when you saw the clown

Won't you now be a clown for someone down

Come and join the clown on his way to town

Eyes and Ears are not Enough

Sure, you trust your sight and your hearing

With our sight and hearing we learn to trust

But come and see Knowledge, he is sneering

For he holds our sight and hearing in distrust

Miss Trial, the Witness

Draped and adorned in expensive suits

My colleagues litigate serious disputes

In GQ style witness displays her roots

She sees only a game of trivial pursuits

The flustered judge knows what’s in store

He, defense, and prosecutor witness adore

Distracted, their composure will not restore   

The judge, the lawyers, they lost the score

Drag Queen

Yesterday, this woman on the train sat next to me

Her dress was awful like a mermaid from the sea

The man with her dressed like a pirate drinking tea

I said to him:‘sir, your wife robbed a mermaid, I see’

He said to me: ‘that was rude, but she is not a she’

I looked again and finally saw they were men like me

I said to them: ‘forgive me sirs, excuse me while I flee’

Ride on

That evening I saw you by the river Nile
You danced so well you made her smile
But your mother told you to wait a while
And here you are walking down the aisle
Son, you are quick, I wish I had your style

You and the Weaver of Words

If I weave words with fine threads pleasant to your eyes

In rich patterns of grandiose colors without compromise

If I weave for you puzzles that move you always forward

Will you see them and recognize you in my crosswords?

If you see your name in my puzzles and everlasting words

I’ll weave and stitch everyday and lift you always upward  

I will weave for you a rising star and an eagle soaring high

And because of you the ink in my pen will never ever dry

Charms

You always answer when she calls

And always catch her when she falls

So she has your ears and your arms

Son, you have got her in your charms

You are the Doctor

How long will you seek physicians to soothe your pain

Unique being, you are the only master of your domain

Are you not the only supreme commander of your mind 

You can empower your mind to leave yesterday behind   

You are the doctor that chases away pain and madness

Rise, unchain your mind from the grips of your sadness

The Mirror of Your Mind

I know you see my face in the mirror of your mind

And this mirror is for both the sighted and the blind

If you see my face full of laughter and full of grace

Graceful laughter will in your soul also find a place

Good Morning

I saw a trumpeter and a poet in an endless duet

Trumpeter was in rapture and so was the poet

A musician and a wordsmith in an endless song

They played for you and me, yes, all night long

I danced with you and you with me, oh, so good

The night was long and full of life just as it should

We dressed so well, me in black, and you in blue

I wake and the trumpeter and poet are me and you

Good morning.

I am happy on this beautiful day

I rose this morning, full of life, wrapped in joy
I was sure you needed a good poem to enjoy
So here I sit, my mind awake for you to thrive
Yes, I rose this morning happy that I am alive