

Sisyphus at the ComputerSisyphus sits at the computer Clicking away on the little boxes A sigh here, a groan here A triumphant grin, followed by a swear Trying to unravel simple clues A two a one a three Not brave enough to go near the seven Not brave enough to go near any space He cracks his knuckles The smiling face is patientSisyphus at the Computer
Tantalus taps his mouse Doomed to fall into the same traps Over and over again He lies in the shadows of his den Clearing mines That would harm nobody Playing a game That only mocks him Pleasing only a face T


CogitoCould the world, I wonder, be just a dream Or an illusion on a cosmic scale, Godless, formless, without meaning or role? I shudder to think just what this may mean; To think that all I love is just a veil Over nothing more than an empty holeCogito
Enough! I shall continue to live thrive Regardless of whether my world is true. God, or nature, has granted me a clue, Obvious evidence that I survive.
So I testify thus, and I persist Until the end, bearing my sacred proof: My mind. My soul. I think, so I exist.


Hail the King and More HaikuTashlikh The gulls eat the crumbs Before they touch the water. Am I forgiven?Hail the King and More Haiku
The Glassblowers Apprentice I have found my trade! Sighs the young glass worker. Dust fills his lungs.
At Alley Pond Environmental Center Lying on the floor: A tortoise nuzzles my cheek And gnaws near my eye.
Standard Haiku Five syllables here Seven more, followed by five So simple, and yet
Hail the King! The kings noble bust: Wrought of bronze, plated with gold, Drenched in white bird crap.  
Adioooos
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