Pupil said
to teacher:
dad burnt my books
in his drunken temper

Police-man
said to offender
driving over speed-limit
breaks the law, sorry father!

Marry well
my dearest Heather
but never choose one
like your father!

Father said
  to dutiful son Peter:
  why marry, my boy?
  you would be locked up forever!

Et tu, Brute?
     what have you to say?

I can't get beyond
what I can't feel or know
humility is my shield
I go with the gentle flow-

in every living moment
that which is, is just so
a little step I walk at a time
my heart's dictates I follow-

vain is the clamour of ideology
leaders their egos and desires loudly blow
salvation lies within the self
that ceases not to virtue sow-

in the faraway hills I reside
watching my little crops grow
in the serenity of solitude and calm
happy as I rise to greet the morrow.

Time knows not its beginning
     fate knows not the reason for its being
     life knows not its own meaning
     death knows not its ending.

Half of life
       is blunder
       the other half
       you don't want to remember!

A butterfly
sneaking up on
a conch shell.

They’re just
looking for a
safe space.

They begin to
just curl on in.

They feel like
pencil shavings.

The conch
shell begins to
grow icicles.

It’s from just
being stuck.

Empathy and
sympathy
in a bind.

The conch
shell on
the edge.

Just poking up
out of a mountain.

A butterfly kissing
it’s ceiling.

Just trying
not to be peeling.