What a beautiful play I saw tonight. Cyrano loved Roxanne so much that he adored her vicariously as the voice from another man’s lips. He prized her happiness over his own. He helped another suitor woo Roxanne and denied the desires of his heart, sufficing only to express his love in ink. Anonymous professions of the ghostwriter’s smitten heart graced reams of parchment, smeared with spots of teardrops. He loved deeply, even if he was not loved directly in return.

bottom of the ninth
you’re at bat:
swing, batter, batter

Here are some more meeting “notes”  😉

commiserating
let it go –
weed out bitter roots

only one go ‘round
flying by!
what are we missing?

topsy-turvy and
upside-down,
mind reeling non-stop

ink pumps through my veins
words coursing:
from mind to paper

morning sudoku
distraction:
gets my mind off you

solution won’t come
“Not my fault!”
her heart screams in vain

the unexpected –
expect it!
make wise investments

(written in 5-3-5 syllable structure) 

politics via
poetry
D.C. in haiku

republicans and
democrats:
at odds, evermore

democracy is
costly, but –
I will pay the price

president waves from
Air Force One –
Godspeed on your way

protest banners fly
soldiers march –
their blood earns freedom

oblivious rest
citizens –
sheltered by the brave

listen to me now
congressman –
my name: middle class

families raised on
blood, sweat, tears –
government, stay out

Here are the first three nonet poems I wrote:

The façade falls from her tear-strewn face
Old mask drops to the ground, broken
Full heart beats a new rhythm
Eyes blink in newfound light
Mind wonders what’s next
The past is gone
Forward now
Ready
Step

August sun melts the life out of me
Drenching with sweat, I head indoors
Respite from sweltering heat
Go straight to the kitchen
Refrigerator
A bottle of
Icy cold
Green tea
Yum

Pomp and circumstance rings loud and clear
Graduates file in orderly
Robes billowing behind them
Anticipation looms
The time has now come
Finished, over
Joy, joy, joy!
Smiles
Beam

I was trying to stay awake during a meeting and composed a poem (a nonet — a 9-line poem that begins with nine syllables and tapers down to one). Here’s hoping for a football season worth buying tickets for. Enjoy!

Raucous crowd cheers and boosts team morale
Spirit colors worn so proudly
Faces painted green and gold
Throng of fans join the yell
Cheerleaders chanting
Students shouting:
“Sic ‘em, Bears!
Go, fight –
Win!”