Tuesday, 15 April 2014

A Doctor Escapes


Sigmund
the smoker
of rolled phallic symbols

That's Freud
with the cancerous lip (Freud

It means pleasure) hurriedly
boarded
the last puffin'

Train
to Paree.




Made it
by the skin of his teeth.

He
sat back
and relaxed

He puffed
and he thundered
away from the clouds

Of Vienna.

His Nazi receipt
was his ticket
to freedom.

His people
met him in Paris
and later in London.

Their faces
lit up
. . . for a time.


A change from Easter eggs - the Calendario Romano 2015


12 holy men - just €8 at selected newsstands 


twelve handsome priests 
 black and white pictures
reminders of dates


Saturday, 12 April 2014

Haiku


The dumbstruck
Stone struck mirrors,
. . . splinters of light . . .

Saturday, 5 April 2014

haiku


Yesterday's wine , the Pinot Noir

Today's beer , the Guinness

Tomorrow's spirit , God only knows . . .



Thought for the Day


. . . one bright day