That dog!

My neighbor’s dog
is barking at 3AM,
ruining my beauty sleep.
I want to weep;
I want to cry:
Why! Why! Why?!
But I receive no answer,
except for yet another bark
from my neighbor’s dog.



My stomach feels empty.
like a hollow shell,
a gaping hole,
a dried up well.
Hunger is eating at me.

A little spring poem

Little flowers go pop-pop,
popping out of my garden field
where-in a rabbit was concealed.

Little rabbit went hop-hop,
hopping into the undergrowth
where underneath sat hidden both:

Little birdy (who) does flop-flop,
flopping its wings to fly and flee
quickly into the highest tree;


Little froggy (who) jumps bob-bob,
bobbing into the pond it goes,
because froggy already knows:


Little raindrops will drop-drop
dropping into the shallow pond
and of spatters froggy ain’t fond.


* That little rabbit in the above picture, which I met this evening, inspired me to write this poem.

The cowardly king

Hear the trumpet calls outside these walls.

Like an angry storm — crashing, cruelly,
beating down relentlessly,
breaking into my fortress:
they shout for accountability.

“It is safe,”
I lie to myself.
“These walls won’t cave.
They will brave the wave of criticism.”

And so continues my self-deception.
I will take no action.
There will be no reaction.

The king of this castle isn’t home.


I laugh, I smile;
present a happy profile.
You think I’m of good cheer.
But I cry, I envy;
and I get angry.
You never see a single tear—

—when you don’t look for me.
You don’t know what it took for me
to keep standing up
after every hiccup,
to keep going through the motions,
while pretending I’ve no negative emotions.

What goes on behind the curtain
(whether I’m angry or hurtin’)
stays behind for certain.
It’s only a mask you see,
but that ain’t truly me;
I am hidden from your reality.

I don’t need a higher power

I don’t need a higher power,
to know how water flows,
to know how life on Earth grows.

I don’t need a higher power
to understand the stars in the sky,
to explain to me how and why.

I can find the answers without its Authority.

I need no higher power,
to know what is true,
to tell me what to do.

I need no higher power,
to forbid me from loving you,
to stop me from living as I wish to.

I am free — to carve out my own destiny.

Not a fairytale

Twinkle, twinkle mirror-tall,
Am I even a bit fair at all?

“Not you, never you.”
Cruel eyes look back at me.
“You know you are ugly.
You know I speak true.”

“Always a piglet — never a fawn.
Little duckling — won’t become a swan.”

“Won’t fit the white dress,
Won’t fit the glass shoe.
Not a princess,
No prince wants you.”

Twinkle, twinkle mirror-tall,
T’night, Cinderella won’t go to ball.

Attention span

Tip-tap, tip-tap:
pens tapped on paper;
But my attention tapered
off… off… off…

Tick-tock, tick-tock:
the time marched on;
But my attention was by now
gone… gone… gone…

Crick-crack, crick-crack:
teacher’s teeth are gnashing,
while; did-dud, did-dud:
my heart is racing.
As she looks at my grade and asks me:
“Why… why… why…?”
I answer her: “My attention said good—
bye… bye… bye…”