The Lighter Side of JzB

Here you will find photos, poetry, and possibly some light-hearted foolishness. For the Heavier Side
of JzB
see my other blog,
Retirement Blues. (There be dragons!)

I claim copyright and reserve all rights for my original material of every type and genre.


Every day visits*
From Moose, Goose, and Orb Weaver
All seized by Haiku


"Why moose and goose?" you may ask. Back on 2/04/13 Pirate wrote a haiku with an elk in it, and I responded with
one with a moose and then included him every day. A few days later in comments Mystic asked "Where's the goose?"
So I started including her with this post on 2/07. A week later on the 14th, Mark Readfern
asked for and received a spider. The rest is history.

*Well, most days, anyway. Grant me a bit of poetic license.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Carpe Diem Ghost Writer #23, "Honor the Little Creatures"

 Mr. Toad comes to call

I have a great fondness for amphibians.  There is no reason for it that I can identify.  Something about their squat lumpiness and agile leaping simply pleases me and soothes my soul.  My yard is a haven for toads.  They live in the garden and under the bushes.  I've seen tiny toadlings, smaller than your fingernail, galumphing across my lawn.

Earlier in the Summer, I went walking in a wetlands area near my house with a few of my grandchildren.  As we crossed the street to get there, we saw dozens of miniature toads bouncing on the pavement.  Sadly, many of them must have perished there.  As we walked the gravel path around the ponds, we had to watch our footsteps carefully to avoid stepping on the many miniature toads moving along there.

There were hundreds of these little toads everywhere along the path, and who can say how many thousands were hidden among the wild flowers.  We did our best not to harm them, but I doubt that many live to be adults.


songs from my garden
each night of love and want
voice of a toad
 
 
 
~~::~~
 

Grandson Nate with a Toadling in Hand

my lovely wife - no
fan of toads - agrees that they're
better than chipmunks
 
 

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Carpe Diem #551, abandoned

Sunset on my street - Nov 28, 2012


shorn of green raiment
bare limbs raised to the pale sky
grasping emptiness


Sunday Feature Artist ~ Kelly Letky

Today's challenge from The Garden is to write a poem inspired by the art photography of Kelly Letky.

I chose this one, and my thoughts took a rather grim turn.



rabbits voles squirrels
seek shelter in the thickets
death stalks from on high


Imaginary Garden With Real Toads


Thursday in the Park - SSS2


Concert audience
Kellogg Park, Plymouth, MI
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Trombone's eye view

~~::~~


the crowd assembles
for music and merriment
but we blow hot air

 ~~::~~


Saturday, August 30, 2014

Carpe Diem #550, beggar

From "Sand and Foam" by Khalil Gibran. 

[...] "We are all beggars at the gate of the temple, and each one of us receives his share of the bounty of the King when he enters the temple, and when he goes out. But we are all jealous of one another, which is another way of belittling the King". [...]


Inspired haiku/senryu


will work for food
i see these signs all summer
but i never stop

 ~~::~~

no breakfast
at the end of the day
an empty bowl

~~::~~

summer not so cruel
to a man who has no roof
winter is coming


Six Word Saturday





Friday, August 29, 2014

Transforming Friday with Nature's Wonders

Jumping off a mountain.

Long day in the saddle - 611 miles covered today from south-east Pennsylvania to south-east Michigan.

But we did encounter one semi-interesting point along the way.

 ~~::~~

Just today I drove over
The highest point on I-80
[East of the Mississippi]
One hundred eleven miles from Ohio.

Twenty-two hundred and fifty feet
above the level of the rising sea.

You are not impressed.

There is no sheer drop off
No three foot wide path
perched on a wind-swept ridge.

No.

Instead, four lanes of asphalt
With a grassy median
Surrounded by gently rolling hills
And trees; a dense infinity of trees.

Home to deer and foxes
Slinking in the underbrush
Rabbits, song birds, voles
All avoiding the keen eyes of hawks

Who soar at heights unattainable
Unimaginable and undesired
By timid flat-landers pretending
To fly in their four wheeled metal boxes.

~~::~~
 
reduced to a quasi-haiku

one more road wrinkle
in the pennsylvania flounce
asphalt furbelow



Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Carpe Diem #545, Tolerance

From Kalil Gibran's Sand and Foam:

[...] " Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness". [...]

Even with Kristjaan's explanation, I'm pretty sure I don't understand this.

But I won't let that stop me from writing relevant senryu.


i'm intolerant
because i won't tolerate
your intolerance

~~::~~

No person is perfect.  So my lovely wife and I share what might be a little conceit.  When one of us feels that we might be a bit hard to live with, we'll say, "Thanks for putting up with me."  And the other will say, "It's not putting up with."

with the love we share
i embrace not ~ tolerate ~
every bit of you

~~::~~

[Hmmmm - upon further review, maybe I do understand.]





Typical [Six Word] Saturday


Off 
To Toledo
For Mom Maintenence


Friday, August 22, 2014

List List Liszt List

From Fireblossom in the Imaginary Garden: "Today, let's make a list. Not a word list. Let's write a poem with a list in it, or a list that IS a poem."  She elaborates here. 


My response to the challenge:


inventory roll
of jousting field enclosures
leaning to one side


~~:~~

females in my life
wife mother daughter sister
seven granddaughters


~~::~~

compendium
of compositions by Franz
the Liszt list


~~::~~

counting this one
the list of quasi-haiku
totals up to four

~~::~~



Imaginary Garden With Real Toads