The Leo Lunation

The Leo lunation/

Burnishes all Creation/

With glow both gold and bold/

With countenance bright/

She pierces the night/

With a smile both hot and cold/

Exuberant actress/

Strutting the sky

Extolling ardor in I + I

Generous matron/

dripping sensation/

A sexy scene stealer/

The Leo Lunation/

The Leo Lunation

Throbbingly urging us to express/

A generous nature which brings happiness/

Natural prima dona/ she takes all her bows/

Watching from earth, we can only say "WOW!'

Although the rain may keep us inside/

Full Moon emotions keep us at high tide/

The Leo full moon continues her glide/

Taking us all on her passionate ride

The Leo Lunation/

The Leo Lunation

© Imo Music

Feb 7, 2012

12:50 AM/ Mill Valley

Senor Contador

ALBERTO

Alberto Contador/

Tragic Matador

True and strong/

And yet so wrong/

A prickly personality/

within a Spaniard's soul/

A champions's zeal/

Is his appeal/

winning is his goal/

I wish the best for Senor A

A very happy ending/

Any hurt you may have had/

Hope that it is mending

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