San Ignacio Limerick

An Italian chef living in San Ignacio
invented a cereal he called Nazi-O's.
Be careful which way
you spell sobriquets
so you don't make ignoble, San Ignacio.

Fig in the Wall [Lyric Poem]

It doesn't need wide open spaces.
It doesn't need direct sunlight.
No bark-wide chasm through the tombstone --
Gardner, leave that tree alone.

Hey, Gardner, leave that tree alone!
All in all, it's just another fig in the wall.
All in all, we're just a bunch of figs in the wall. 

Tallinn Limerick

There was a young lady from Tallinn
who'd go to the beach, but not swim.
"Baltic beaches may be brisk,
but swimming adds the risk
that you'll leave behind one or two limbs."

Lopburi Limerick

There was a hasty driver from Lopburi
who wasn't fond of the residents, furry.
"Get off my damn back
about the macaques,
they lollygag whenever I'm in a hurry!"

Schrödinger’s Isle [Blank Verse Sonnet]

The island's rocky columns rise upward.
Its gray and green was tiny, but now looms.
A giant jutting rock that stands on high,
and shades the white sand beach and coral sea.

This island will be home from now 'til doom.
One's gratitude for fists of sand first swells,
but it will crash in time with tedium.
Could a sea death beat solitary life?

One lives and dies by coconut water --
day after day - week after week,
and dreams of company and comfort food,
while knowing this is hell and paradise.

What prison is this island - place unknown -
that like Schrödinger's box shrouds life & death?

Prague Limerick

There was a sad writer from Prague
who drank too much cheap hootch and grog --
bohemian to the core,
though Bohemia was no more,
he liked to say, "What's past is hedgehog"

Belize City Limerick

There was a chef from Belize City
who tried way too hard to be witty.
He liked to serve pork,
but when it was on fork,
tell his guests it was rat, just not itty-bitty.

NOTE: Gibnut [a.k.a. Paca] is a huge rodent eaten in Belize. It’s been called the “royal rat” because it was once served to Queen Elizabeth II.

Miasma [Haiku]

the scent of death
assaults my nostrils: 
carcass or fungi?

Crow’s Eye [Haiku]

the crow's eye
remains glued on me
as its head swivels

Rainy Day Surprise [Haiku]

one foot hits puddle.
cold water stings my mind
through a squishy sock