| Monday Poems | | | | making, and I monitored myself closer. |
| An Old Error! | | | | Haiku on Life and Time |
| | | | Our life amounts to time |
| An old friend--had asked me once!-- | | | | As we wait to die, for judgment--! |
| "...you've never--missed an opportunity?" | | | | In-between, adopt attitudes... |
| And I thought hard on this | | | | #1678 2-5-2007 |
| And it came to mind 'one' | | | | The afternoon |
| I let opportunity slip through | | | | The afternoon has come |
| My fingers, once, just once! | | | | I'm at the same ole café |
| And it took me ten-years | | | | The same ole pigeon |
| To fix the error!-- | | | | Is walking by my table |
| #1677 (2-5-2007)) written while eating at El | | | | Composed--calmlyunlazyly, like a |
| Parquettos Café, in Lima, Peru (Miraflores) | | | | Mule...he walks arched, |
| Note: This is not a complaint in life, rather an | | | | As if His muscles are |
| observation, if not a confessional poem. Failure | | | | Cramped in his back...; |
| can become an image for future success, as it did | | | | I ask him: 'Can this |
| for me, or it can indeed make one feel like a | | | | Noble Poet, write about you? |
| loser. For me it was a driving force that helped | | | | Endlessly walking, to and fro |
| me make over a million dollars, at one time. | | | | Reminds me of my grandpa |
| Error, in a collapsed career...do not reduce your | | | | (Perhaps he is one). |
| expectations, simply because of errors, we all | | | | Perhaps he's listening |
| make them, a slip is only a wrong note hit on a | | | | To the cheerful music-- |
| string of a guitar (I've often hit a wrong string, | | | | He never looks up, not once. |
| and no one was the wiser, they never noticed)) | | | | #1679 2-5-2007 |
| but we do don't we)). And now that I look back, | | | | Minnesota's Winter Rose |
| perhaps it was good for me to have made the | | | | There is frost on the Rose |
| error, life was boring for me at that certain time | | | | Shadows sway with whistling winds, |
| and job, deadening me you could say, thus, it | | | | Soundless is the snow... |
| made a big difference in my future decision | | | | |