These Senryu are to be read separately, not as a story.
“Blackbird, Blackbird, what’s the… “Caw, Caw,” was all he said Then he flew upon my head. “Blackbird, Blackbird, go away For on my head tis no place to pla…
There’s a melody that fills my sou… And it plays upon my mind, The tune is soft and always full, But words for it I do not find. A soothing song to ease my woes
“Peter Piper picked a peck of pic… Peter Piper COULD NOT have pi… The tongue twister should be, (Pe… After all, if Peter Piper partici…
The clouds roll in And the clouds roll out But that’s not really What clouds are about And the sun still shines
Gone are the women with buttons an… Bright feathered hats and covered-… Long dresses, with flair, that spr… All tucked in that basket where Y… Gone are the Top-Hats, Gold-watc…
I am put upon and drained Up in the Willow’s highest branch… So, I linger in the shadows of it… However I shall never render blame
There’s so much to gain Too much to lose Our power brokers Are singing the blues So we can’t allow
Too many walks in the park, dear… Yellow speckled freckles on fields… Autumn used her brush In a hurried rush Now Winter finds grays in which t…
Hig-ah-la-digly, round and wiggly, Curles, dimples and apple pie, Running ‘round the running rooms, Connecting with all, that aren’t s… Hig-ah-la-digly, round and wiggly,
In the evening, in the twilight,… Of the coming of an age in parody Then I see another vision based o… But in the end, there is a song of… Scarlet red finds its way into my…
Black Clouds Thundering, Light fingers arc in heaven As Mother Earth Bathes
I was drawn to a drawing On a tent Was a face A Blue-eyed Gypsy In a Black Shawl of Lace
Legends— Stories— and Fairy-tales Windblown ships with clouds for sa… Hummingbirds——in Hives——like bees And ghostly pirates on the seven s… Wicked Witches and fairy godmothe…
Politics is not my favorite thing And candidates can leave me feelin… With the lesser of two evils, you… It’s like choosing, Elmer Fudd or… He says that he’s a business man,…
Rising above the hillsides Was the moon that is know as Blue And the Raven’s shadow spread Across gravestones, two by two. The graveyard trees had nary a lea…