Path Report 11/11/11

Path Report 11/11/11

Better late than never/

I did outwit the weather/

With layering so clever/

Chills/ not me/ no never! /

An interesting mackerel sky /

Made the walk fly by/

'tho only a stroll/

I made my goal/

'tho waking took three tries/

Folk were few upon the path/

Perhaps, like you, on other tasks/

Maybe a day with elevens three/

Made hoi polloi laze-y

Ducks in pairs show how it's done/

When two move smoothly as one/

But solo or pair/

I achieved my fresh air/

In the total absence of sun/

In fact, some languid drops of rain/

Do much their absence to explain

Whether it's rain, wind, or snow

I'm always the last to know/

I watch the weather on channel 5/

Wrong most days/They're total jive/

So I'm oft caught by surprise/

As storms and freezes do arise/

How long before I realize/

For predicting/ use your eyes/

Also your nose/ and your ears/

Even if TV says 'clear'

Ditto on weather.com/

One thing I've found--

They're usually wrong!

© Imo Music

11/11/11 MV

Ruminations on Rumi

Ruminations on Rumi

It doesn't really matter/

The object of his ardor/

Divine or human /

Man or Woman /

It doesn't really matter

What we respond to/

in his words/

is the depth of his devotion/

A kind of emotion which could fill seven oceans /

A depth of longing deeper than the ocean floor /

A love so powerful it just cries out for more!!!

It's an aching joy as love rushes through the human frame/

Flooding the veins/

igniting the brain/

To surges of sweet synapse /

which cannot be contained/

Thinking of the loved one/

we become enflamed/

And this potent longing/

is what Rumi named/

Call it God, call it Tabriz

Rumi knew just what love is/

The seed from which all blessings grow/

Oceanic in its flow/

A feeling filling every cell/

Of Rumi we say/

He loved well

Imo On the Path

Le Tour de France 2011

I feel well/ about Cadel/

Gilbert, bien sur, no square/

Hincapie is making me happy/

Contador opens the door/

For Thor? For Thor?

A photo finish for Mr. Evans/

Thor stays in yellow/ thank heavens/

And this is only etage quatre/

Does it get more great than thatta?

Raiders stood tall to say "Bon Jour"/

This is terrific for my first Tour/

Although a divan pomme de terre/

I feel thrilled: like I were there

May Monday

MAY MONDAY

It being Monday/

I tried to start out right/

Which in my case/

Means wearing white/

I was ambling as per usual/

Practicing a song/

When a flock of snowy egrets/

Happened along/

I could not help but notice/

They were flying low/

And quite leisurely/

(They had nowhere else to go)/

In pairs they flew up to me/

Then quickly swooped away/

Had they met a new Big Bird?

Was my first flight today?

Were the sounds they heard come from me/

Some new mating call?/

Or perhaps/ they had to ask/

Was I no bird at all?

Whatever conclusion/

They may have reached/

I felt Bird World inclusion/

Was very, very sweet

As you'll see from the photos/

I will enclose/

They honored me by staying still/

While I was very close !

© Imo Music 2011 Mill Valley 7:52 AM

May 2, 2011 The Wetlands

MAY 2

In the course of a fever/

I became a believer/

in a fate/ somewhat Bronte-ian/

Would I expire/ with a heart on fire/

Or recover/ to drink coffee from Yemen?

So, I lived to walk out/ and wander about/

Released by CNN/

I wanted to shout/ or at least slurp a stout/

To the end of Osama Bin Laden/

No one was on deck/ news held them in check/

to see one of Springs' sweet traditions

Mom and Pop Goose/

Let their kids on the loose/

Where they now swim without supervision

© Imo Music 2011 10:23 AM

Mill Valley

Addicted to Love

Addicted to Love

I'm addicted to love

I don't have an excuse

I could lie about it

But what'd be the use?

A chemical cocktail

It's my super-juice

Love is my foundation

A key, not a noose

(chorus)Addicted to Love

It's Not a Crime

Addicted to Love

All Love--All the time

It's the thrill of attraction

The thrill of the chase

And memories tender

Which time can't erase

The sound of your voice

The light when you smile

The touch of your fingers

Thrills me all the while

I never get tired of looking at you

I'm constantly happy that you are my boo

And if any of this

Should ever change

I know for certain

I'll love again

© Imo Music 2009

I AM HERCULE

Unencumbered by Science/

Or any appliance/

I check out my world/

Like Hercule Poirot/

Low tech methodology/

Combined with psychology/

Exposes a universal mentality:/

We all want freedom/

We all want health/

We all want love/

and lots of wealth/

We all want looks/

add a dab of charis/

that's the human condition/

the way it is

The human race/

Puts on a good face/

Kindness and courage/ are commonplace/

Simple love is what keeps us on track/

Which is good, because there's no going back

It's well that it's an expanding Universe/

With all my love encrypted in verse

I never learned to be brief and terse/

A long-winded Imo/

For better or worse

© Imo Music 2011

April 10, Mill Valley