Category Archives: Poetry

Alonso Quijano

Alonso Quijano

Oh, Alonso, Don Quixote,
Tireless fighter in flat-screen armor,
Bravely wielding your digital sword,
Against oppression, tyranny, injustice, and fraud,
Public figures, liars, cheaters, conspirators, traitors,
Makers of empty promises,
Vowers of hollow pledges,
Seekers of power and wealth,
To serve no one else but themselves.

Oh, Alonso, with Sancho Panza in tow,
You joined online commentators, shameless influencers,
Keyboard knights and courageous screen fighters,
Charging the walls of social actions,
Calling on the masses to join the revolution,
Raise your voice, make noise, lead the change,
For public health, social wealth,
Hushing down pledges of “Hear me, believe me, put your trust in me,
I have the answer, all the answers, you’ll see.”

Up on the hill stands a guarded castle, only a select few allowed through its gate.
Behind its walls gather the best politicians money can buy,
Together with industry moguls, golden spooners, and their amassed wealth,
They plot fine tactics to govern the constituents down below,
Preach to them about the best ways they should all,
Manage their wealth, which they have none,
Educate their children, which they labor to,
Prosper in life, which they struggle to,
Because all those spoils are reserved for the occupants of the castle.

Oh, señor Quijano, fearless peasant you are,
Blind to the odds, dedicated to the bitter end,
When will you find rest from your crusades?
Ride Rocinante home to la Mancha and join Dulcinea,
Who has been waiting for you, wondering,
Were you able to bring public figures to account, drain the swamp, cut the forest,
Restore fairness and trust in our political system, secure prosperity, instill hope,
So that you, Sancho, and Dulcinea can dine together in peace,
While Rocinante grazes in the pasture behind the house.

Oh, Don Quixote, man of the people, for the people,
Adorable to a fault, gullible to the top, tragic figure for generations,
The means have changed, but the fight remains the same,
We are all you, we are with you, señor,
Raise the sword!

 

June 29, 2026

קְלִיפַּת אֱגוֹז צָפָה

קְלִיפַּת אֱגוֹז צָפָה,קְלִיפַּת אֱגוֹז צָפָה, רוֹקֶדֶת
,מִיטַּלְטֶלֶת עַל גַּלִּים
,נָעָה עִם הָרוּחַ, שֶׁמֶשׁ
.שָׁטָה אֶל הַמֶּרְחַקִּים

,סְעָרוֹת, זְרָמִים, יָם שָׁקֵט
,יוֹם לְיוֹם, עוֹנָה עוֹנָה
,מְכַוְּונִים דָּרְכָה לָנֶצַח
.מִזְּרִיחָה אֶל עוֹד זְרִיחָה

,קְלִיפּוֹת צָפוֹת, שָׁטוֹת בַּצַּוְותָּא
,יֵשׁ יוֹרְדוֹת אֶל הַמְּצוּלוֹת
,מַחֲלִיפוֹת צְבָעִים וְגוֹדֶל
.מִתְמַזְגוֹת עִם הַצְּדָפוֹת

,הַמַּסָּע אֵינוֹ יָדוּעַ
,תּוֹכְנִיּוֹת יֵשׁ לְמַכְבִּיר
,אַזִימוּט פּוֹנֶה בְּרֶגַע
.מְשַׁנֶּה פְּנֵי הַדְּבָרִים

,פְּרוֹשׂ מִפְרָשׂ וְשׁוּט לְבֶטַח
,רוּחַ גַּב אֵל פְּנֵי גַּלִּים
,צֵא חַתוֹר, אֱחוֹז בַּהֶגֶה
.יַמָּה, אוֹפֶק הַחַיִּים

English Translation
April 13, 2022

Prowler

Prowler

Morning bright rises on the savanna,
Sunny rays dance between the grass stems.
The wind combs the fields with an unseen hand,
Waving the ocean of green, yellow, and brown,
In a whispered crest of colors, feathers, and furs.
A water hole sparkles down in the ravine,
Alert gazelles stand hoof-deep on its bank,
Taking anxious turns, drinking, watching, reassuring.

Beneath the waves, a young lioness traverses seamlessly,
Leading others on the trail of a hyena’s clan through the meadow.
With careful planning and cooperation,
She takes aim, readies, and when the moment is right, charges,
Chasing away their scheme,
Arresting their danger,
And keeping nature’s order,
For a generation of life in the savanna.

Many moons later, lioness again traverses the meadow,
Her movements are gentle, masterful, those of a skilled dancer,
Her grown cubs have prospered; they now prowl distant valleys,
She trained them well yet continues to watch over them from a distance.
Traveling through her territory, she is cautious to hide her figure,
For the hyenas still stalk in the valley.
Vengeance can outrun the fastest sprinter,
A hunter must never lose sight of their game.

Morning sun rises on the meadow,
Nature’s harmony maintains from the tops of trees to the bottom of the lake.
The wind combs the fur of the watchful lioness,
Who stands high below the tall stems.

 

June 22, 2026

To the Hill!

To the Hill!Get up, let’s go, start the revolution,
Raise the cause and paint the signs,
Free the masses from oppression,
Lead the charge and change their minds.

We’ll start small and get them thinking,
Shape ideas and talking points,
Argue over major issues,
Organize and flood the joints.

We got likes on social media,
People wrote, “We’re with you guys!”
Asked if we’ll provide gas money,
Paid positions on the fight.

I will do some grocery shopping,
Buy some fresh fruit, milk, and bread,
Do we need tomatoes, lettuce?
Revolutionaries must be fed.

Politicians soon came knocking,
“We can help your cause, young lad,
Stand beside here, smile and handshake,”
Promises that had no end.

 

It has been some time since grassroots,
The campaign took off, then stalled,
Social media found new interests,
Left us with a room full of cardboard.

In this world, the times are changing,
Topic, strength, attention span,
People’s will for sacrifice,
Self is prime, and money reigns.

Wear the flag and shout USA!
At top lungs with faces red,
Clicking likes will not make future,
Selfies will not usher change.

Unity force multiplying,
One for all and nothing less,
Raise your head and look around now,
Make eye contact and converse.

 

March 7, 2020

נַרְקִיס

נרקיס,שִׁיכּוֹרָה וְלֹא מִיַּיִן
,הַבַּקְבּוּק בְּאַמְתַּחְתָּהּ
,מֶשָׁהֶקֶת מְסָרֶבֶת
.לְהַכִּיר בִּמְצִיאוּתָהּ

,עוֹד לוֹגֶמֶת מִתְעָרְפֶּלֶת
,בִּתְנוּעָה לְשִׁיטָתָהּ
,מִצְּפִירוֹת הִיא מִתְעַלֶּמֶת
.הִיא נַהֶגֶת בְּטוּחָה

,כְּלִי רִכְבָּהּ חֲבוּט כַּהוֹגֶן
,מִכָּל צַד רִצְפָּה וְגַג
,מוּל דּוֹרְשִׁים הִיא מִתְקוֹמֶמֶת
.מִי יְאַתְגֵּר בְּבַת עֵינָהּ

,אֵשֶׁת חַיּיֹל חֲכָמָה הִיא
,תַּדְהֵמָת כָּל סוֹבְבָה
,הַמַּרְאָה תָּמִיד זוֹהֶרֶת
.אַתְּ הֲכִי הֲכִי יָפָה

,רַחֲשֵׁי לֵב זוּלָתָהּ הֵם
,נִשְׂגָּבִים מְבִּינָתָּה
,סְבִיבָתָהּ תַּדִּיר סוֹרֶקֶת
.אַךְ רוֹאָה הִיא רַק עָצְמָה

,לוֹ הָיְיתָה הִיא אַךְ לוֹמֶדֶת
,לְהַקְשִׁיב לְרַחַשׁ כְּבִישׁ
,לְהַבִּיט לְצַד הַדֶּרֶךְ
.לְהָבִין וּלְהַרְגִּישׁ

,לֹא אַחַת וּפַעֲמַיִים
,הִתְנָגְשָׁה בִּתְאוּנָה
,אַשְׁמָתָם הִיא, חִישׁ הִכְרִיזָה
.וְלָגְמָה מִבַּקְבּוּקָהּ

,סוֹף הַדֶּרֶךְ, מַחֲנַיִים
,כְּלִי הָרֶכֶב לְגְרִיטָה
,מוֹרַשְׁתָּהּ מָדוֹן וְצַעַר
.מַצֵּבְתָה כֵּהָה שְׁחוֹרָה

English Translation
May 16, 2026

A Fairy Tale

Fairy TaleWith a gentle wings clap, she lands,
At her mystical home island.
Flagged by companions from a faraway place,
The mythical fairy leads them,
Through the charmed hidden corners,
Of her exotic homeland.
Their eyes widen with awe,
As they explore ancient sites and culture,
Born through struggles and determination
For independence and prosperity.
The spiritual realm welcomes them,
With a warm embrace of smells, tastes, sights, and sounds,
Great mountain ranges that slice through the clouds,
Tall waterfalls streaming down in slow motion,
Ceremonies and languages that charm the soul,
A kaleidoscope of senses that enriches the palate and mind.

The traveling flock soars back to their bay,
On a thousand flavors of tea,
As they recall and reflect, they wonder,
How could this dream feel so real?

 

May 7, 2026

Satire

SatireSay it loud and with love,
Give your words freedom whole,
Let them travel throughout,
Grow and form with a droll.

Be quite serious and hard,
Don’t give inch or a smile,
Let them wait for the point,
Even if it’s a while.

Humor, satire, scorn,
Handy literature art,
Drive hard points with wink,
Thoughtful impress, delight.

 

March 26, 2026

Crossroad

CrossroadsHung up the phone with a touch,
Looked left, right, left, right, left,
Should I make forward step,
Or remain standing place?

It’s those words that came washing,
Faster than I could duck,
Hit me straight in my belly,
Nailed my feet to the ground.

Tumble dry cycle low,
Thoughts of regret, despair,
Echoes memories warm,
Cold breeze words freeze in air.

Crossroad four ways a point,
Each direction ahead,
Moving forward only choice,
Going back unaccepted.

Road ahead is bright, clear,
Any which of the ways,
Keeping eyes straight, no fear,
Make the move, own the change.

 

March 26, 2026

Morning Check List

Morning Check ListRub eyes,
Open eyes,
Blink.
Long stretch,
Rest.
What the hell was that dream all about?
Ponder the possibilities,
Give it a rest,
Get back to it later.
Raise left arm,
Check the time,
Whatever.
Feels way too early.
Rise from bed,
Stroll to the bathroom,
Avoid stretching while peeing.
Flush.
TOO NOISY!
Get going.

Toothbrush humming,
Step on the scale.
Positive numbers flash,
I have mass!
Confirmation – I’m not a ghost.
Finish brushing teeth,
Spit into the sink,
I.D. check in the mirror,
Pass, barely.
Decision time,
Exercise now or later?
Shave now or tomorrow?
Wash hair?
GO!

Towel off.
Underwear on.
Choose a shirt to go with the pants to match the socks to agree with the shoes to go with the shirt.
Stop.
Select a different item and start again.
Stop.
Evaluate.
Stop.
This will do.
Deep sigh.
Good morning.

 

July 22, 2024

Psycheology

PsycheologyA time capsule of memories,
Rattling with emotions,
Hidden under a pillow of shame,
What will the neighbors say if they find out?

I don’t want to talk about it,
This is not for the phone,
You’re making me look like a monster,
You said, these words became mantras.

I had to unbecome you to emerge as my true self,
To chart my journey in a life you did not approve of, I did not care.
These memories, like core lines of code, take a lifetime to defeat,
I’m not broken, but my cracks do sometimes show.

 

February 19, 2026