tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247168152009-07-05T18:41:56.959-07:00Haiku By Fred MasaraniFred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.comBlogger175125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-74593006001854973512009-07-05T18:41:00.001-07:002009-07-05T18:41:56.966-07:00#fireworks<br /><br />July Fourth fireworks---<br />he tells me they got<br />bigger ones in China<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />Fourth of July sunset---<br />streaks of red and orange<br />the fireworks follow<br /><br />#trust<br /><br />beautiful weather<br />on July Fourth---<br />in God we trust<br /><br />#Fourth<br /><br />July Fourth---<br />Iranian protesters say<br />they were tortured<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />I buy dandruff<br />shampoo<br /><br />#resigned<br /><br />Sarah Palin resigned---<br />to do<br />what<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />a fisherman's bucket<br />is still empty<br /><br />#lighthouse<br /><br />late night on the beach---<br />the only light on<br />is that of the lighthouse<br /><br /><br />#ocean<br /><br />a beach downpour---<br />they come out of the ocean<br />into a shower<br /><br />#beach<br /><br />on the beach---<br />a man tells me<br />go fly a kite<br /><br />#haze<br /><br />Summer haze---<br />the bikinis are skimpier<br />than usual<br /><br />#night<br /><br />Summer moonless night---<br />in the light of fireflies<br />we kiss<br /><br />#clouds<br /><br />Summer day clouds---<br />so what<br />if they will rain<br /><br />#water<br /><br />hot day---<br />a beggar asks for money<br />to buy a bottle of water<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />but for a crowd<br />of Summer kites<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-7459300600185497351?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-85541256677668251632009-06-28T19:34:00.001-07:002009-06-28T19:34:36.837-07:00#River<br /><br />East River choppy waves---<br />I wait for her<br />to tie her hair<br /><br />#fair<br /><br />Summer street fair---<br />a sign says<br />beware of kids<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />Summer sunset---<br />clouds as blue as the mountains<br />of an iced Coors can<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />I step<br />on dog shit<br /><br />#stop<br /><br />June evening thunder storm---<br />my neighbors stop<br />shouting<br /><br />#dead<br /><br />Sinatra sings on my ipod---<br />a man yells<br />Michael Jackson is dead<br /><br />#now<br /><br />Iran's green revolution---<br />where would it be now<br />without women<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />clouds at sunset---<br />I see a mountain range<br />with fire beneath it <br /><br />#door<br /><br />steamy June---<br />a Chinese take-out<br />keeps its door open<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River Summer---<br />workers give a tree<br />a trim<br /><br />#tan<br /><br />late June crowded subway---<br />but no one has<br />a sun tan<br /><br />#shot<br /><br />dictators don't<br />discriminate---<br />a woman is shot in Iran<br /><br />#clouds<br /><br />June afternoon---<br />the same dark clouds<br />I pour more Cabernet<br /><br />#cold<br /><br />Summer morning---<br />it's too cold<br />to wear shorts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-8554125667766825163?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-32477222772506314002009-06-21T16:23:00.001-07:002009-06-21T16:23:41.381-07:00#fight<br /><br />at the gym---<br />I watch a woman<br />learn how to fight<br /> <br />#day<br /><br />first day of Summer---<br />a son buys his father<br />flowers<br /><br />#night<br /><br />Saturday night rain---<br />a couple eye the lobsters<br />in a water tank<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River dark clouds---<br />a little girl paints the sidewalk<br />pink with chalk<br /><br /><div id="contentbuttonbarbottom" class="contentbuttonbar msgview clearfix">#sunset<br /><br /></div>June sunset---<br />when we wake up<br />how many died in Iran?<br /><br />#lunch<br /><br />lunch hour---<br />a long line of women<br />at the ice cream cart<br /><br />#rain<br /><br />rain---<br />mist<br />fog<br /><br />#Park<br /><br />Madison Square Park---<br />a folk singer sings<br />about no liquidity<br /><br />#cooler<br /><br />Upper East Side---<br />their graffiti<br />is cooler<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />finally blue sky---<br />but still<br />no peace of mind<br /><br />#River<br /><br />June East River---<br />girls versus boys rope pull<br />the girls win<br /><br />#ants<br /><br />June morning---<br />a line of ants<br />at the subway entrance<br /><br />#mosquito<br /><br />I go out<br />in search of a haiku---<br />a mosquito bites me<br /><br />#dawn<br /><br />dawn---<br />an old neighbor<br />unable to recall my name<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-3247722277250631400?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-79955768400529430312009-06-14T17:10:00.001-07:002009-06-14T17:10:33.493-07:00<span id="dnn_ctr605_ContentPane" class="DNNAlignleft">#print<br /><br />the New York Times is<br />now on Twitter---<br />all the short words fit to print<br /> </span><span id="dnn_ctr605_ContentPane" class="DNNAlignleft"><br />#cat<br /><br />morning stillness---<br />the cat refuses to come<br />when I whistle<br /><br />#night<br /><br />June Saturday night---<br />a priest stops<br />to buy flowers<br /><br />#loaf<br /><br />partially blue sky---<br />a half loaf is less filling<br />than a whole<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />after days of fog<br />the sky clears at sunset---<br />she buys the champaign<br /><br />#neck<br /><br />on a street bench<br />a couple neck in the fog---<br />censored<br /><br />#write<br /><br />June evening---<br />the fog has left nothing<br />uncovered to write about<br /><br />#fog<br /><br />morning fog---<br />she wears sunglasses<br />in the subway<br /><br />#open<br /><br /></span> New York---<br />opposite a church a mosque<br />both have their doors open<br /><div><br /></div><br /><span id="dnn_ctr605_ContentPane" class="DNNAlignleft">#fog<br /><br />morning fog---<br />a garbage truck<br />makes no noise<br /><br /></span>#water<br /><br />overcast skies at sunset---<br />I water<br />the lilacs<br /><br />#storm<br /><br />Summer night thunder<br />and lightening storm---<br />but no one here to hug<br /><br />#River<br /><br />June East River---<br />a discarded condom<br />on new grass<br /><br />#wears<br /><br />June overcast skies---<br />she wears<br />a see through blouse<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-7995576840052943031?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-67401463763377570332009-06-07T18:19:00.001-07:002009-06-07T18:19:17.671-07:00#lunch<br /><br />Sunday street park---<br />wearing a burka she eats lunch<br />with her man<br /><br />#horse<br /><br />the name of the horse<br />who won the Belmont---<br />Summer Bird<br /><br />#Park<br /><br />Central Park aft days of rain---<br />healthy grass<br />pale crowd<br /><br />#haze<br /><br />morning haze---<br />a circus acrobat<br />disappears<br /><br />#day<br /><br />June rainy day---<br />the park ball field<br />is full of mud<br /><br />#fog<br /><br />morning fog---<br />too much steamed milk<br />in my espresso<br /><br />#speaks<br /><br />Obama speaks to Muslims---<br />a native American<br />listens<br /><br />#water<br /><br />a June downpour takes a break---<br />I go out to buy<br />more water<br /><br />#fog<br /><br />dense fog---<br />a blind man crosses<br />the street alone<br /><br />#seen<br /><br />almost Summer---<br />I come across daffodils<br />more than Wordsworth ever seen<br /><br />#open<br /><br />the recession---<br />more nude entertainment bars<br />open<br /><br />#horse<br /><br />GM is bankrupt---<br />I pat a carriage horse<br />in Central Park<br /><br />#River<br /><br />June East River rapids---<br />schoolgirls learn<br />to play rugby<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />my GPS<br />stops working<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-6740146376337757033?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-73826119422669292302009-05-31T14:45:00.001-07:002009-05-31T14:45:10.295-07:00#traffic<br /><br />New York bans cars<br />in Times Square---<br />the streetwalkers are unhappy<br /><br /><br />#River<br /><br />Hudson River cool breeze---<br />so many men<br />go topless<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />moon above the skyline---<br />and all I got<br />is a half pita bread loaf<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />a fish monger opens clams<br />a May lone cloud<br /><br />#pizza<br /><br />pizza for dinner---<br />it's been long time<br />since I've seen the moon<br /><br />#fog<br /><br />morning fog---<br />the cat ignores<br />the neighbors' husky<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River---sparrows drink<br />from a street puddle<br />May mist<br /><br />#fog<br /><br />morning fog---<br />I visit my friend<br />the fortuneteller<br /><br />#bride<br /><br />the sun behind a thin cloud---<br />the groom unveils his bride<br />late May<br /><br />#rat<br /><br />morning haze---<br />a rat stares back<br />at me<br /><br />#garden<br /><br />late night---<br />she shows me her garden<br />I taste her tomatoes<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br /> as if last night fireworks<br /> never happened<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River---<br />the sun shines<br />Memorial Day<br /><br />#battle<br /><br />kids fight a gun battle<br />in the swimming pool---<br />Memorial Day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-7382611942266929230?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-53192050869710484522009-05-24T18:14:00.001-07:002009-05-24T18:14:29.528-07:00#fly<br /><br />late May---<br />a fly lands on<br />a poem by Isa<br /><br />#fog<br /><br />Saturday morning fog---<br />a boy wears his uniform<br />to go to school<br /><br />#bird<br /><br />whistles as she passes---<br />a bird<br />flies away<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />but not enough<br />sunspots<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River rapids---<br />I run my fingers<br />through her white hair<br /><br />#nothing<br /><br />ozone level too high---<br />a woman wears nothing<br />under her skirt<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />sunset---<br />a women softball game<br />ends in lots of hugs<br /><br />#cool<br /><br />bared bodies watching weather<br />starts---<br />I keep my cool<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />sunset---<br />the sound of people singing<br />as I pass a church<br /><br />#stands<br /><br />late May---<br />a butterfly stands outside<br />my closed window<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River stills waters---<br />I toss a rock in them<br />clear skies<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />a monk<br />looks up<br /><br />#pigeon<br /><br />a street park---<br />I watch a pigeon<br />try to earn daily bread<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />sunset---<br />May clouds cracked enough<br />to see purple and red<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-5319205086971048452?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-85209962140815863782009-05-17T17:25:00.000-07:002009-05-17T17:26:13.022-07:00#swaps<br /><br />first time in a casino----<br />he asks if they have<br />credit default swaps<br /><br />#bride<br /><br />overcast May---<br />the bride wears<br />a yellow gown<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River Saturday<br />clouds clear---<br />she smiles<br /><br />#cat<br /><br />morning blanket fog---<br />the cat wants<br />to go out<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River green waters---<br />a friend gives me a sip<br />of his absinthe<br /><br />#haze<br /><br />morning haze---<br />I receive an ad<br />for a cemetery<br /><br />#dense<br /><br />afternoon dense fog---<br />the barmaid gives me<br />another for the road<br /><br />#fog<br /><br />morning fog---<br />more talk about more<br />pictures of detainees' torture<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River nice day---<br />a gust of wind blows<br />trash in my face<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />she walks around the house<br />topless<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />sunset---<br />I step on<br />dog shit<br /><br />#fastest<br /><br />morning commute---<br />the bicycle lane<br />is the fastest<br /><br />#eat<br /><br />a grocery store---<br />finding out what two priests<br />like to eat<br /><br />#dogs<br /><br />asphalt park---<br />the squirrels are not afraid<br />of dogs<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-8520996214081586378?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-23246182152471363182009-05-10T17:49:00.001-07:002009-05-10T17:49:37.852-07:00#flowers<br /><br />on side streets<br />kids carry flowers---<br />Mother's Day<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />a sale on kitchen ware<br />for Mother's Day<br /><br />#may<br /><br />finally the sun came out---<br />how May can be<br />may be<br /><br />#fog<br /><br />morning fog---<br />my voyeur neighbor<br />loses his hard-on<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River warm Spring day---<br />an old dog pisses<br />on new grass<br /><br />#friend<br /><br />blue sky---<br />a rare friend<br />comes home<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />after a stormy day---<br />sunset<br />she's done putting on makeup<br /><br />#women<br /><br />the sound of women<br />whispering---<br />moonless night<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River low clouds---<br />the Chrysler Building needle<br />pricks<br /><br />#orange<br /><br />still no sunshine---<br />I eat<br />an orange<br /><br />#clothes<br /><br />the emperor has no clothes---<br />the swine flu is just<br />another flu<br /><br />#parrot<br /><br />gloomy Spring day---<br />a parrot keeps saying<br />smile honey<br /><br />#petals<br /><br />cold rainy day---<br />Cherry blossom petals<br />carpet the sidewalk<br /><br />#mist<br /><br />morning mist---<br />she takes off her eyeglasses<br />to see me better<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-2324618215247136318?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-75671672000073500172009-05-03T16:11:00.001-07:002009-05-03T16:11:21.452-07:00#can<br /><br />rainy May Sunday---<br />at a bus stop<br />an empty can of beer<br /><br />#cash<br /><br />short on cash---<br />Kentucky Derby won<br />by a fifty-to-one long shot<br /><br />#night<br /><br />Saturday night---<br />but no kissing<br />the swine flu<br /><br />#bard<br /><br />the bard has no beard---<br />the UK first female<br />poet laureate<br /><br />#beer<br /><br />Friday afternoon downpour---<br />a beer truck stops<br />to unload<br /><br />#monkey<br /><br />May Day---<br />a monkey at the zoo<br />raises his fist<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River dark clouds---<br />bright green leaves sprout<br />April ends<br /><br />#news<br /><br />Obama's news conference---<br />I turn off<br />Mozart<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />Hudson River sunset---<br />no talk here about<br />the swine flu<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />I forgot<br />my flu mask<br /><br />#gym<br /><br />at the gym---<br />does their sweat<br />carry swine flu virus<br /><br />#wave<br /><br />April heat wave---<br />I decide not to<br />turn on the ac<br /><br />#swine<br /><br />swine flu scare---<br />I stay home and cook<br />my pork real well<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />my neighbor shaves<br />her legs<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-7567167200007350017?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-17648246898107885972009-04-26T10:48:00.000-07:002009-04-26T10:49:01.448-07:00#empty<br /><br />Spring in the park---<br />two homeless men play poker<br />for empty cans<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River hot day---<br />from a sail boat<br />she dangles her feet<br /><br />#night<br /><br />Saturday night---<br />we drive her mother<br />to the airport<br /><br />#haze<br /><br />morning haze---<br />I forgot<br />my swimming goggles<br /><br />#frog<br /><br />boring Spring day---<br />a frog jumps back<br />into the pond<br /><br />#seagulls<br /><br />early morning---<br />seagulls eat garbage<br />a French bistro<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River warm night---<br />couples in cars<br />stop to view<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />I remember to buy<br />hand sanitizer<br /><br />#war<br /><br />more April showers---<br />the barmaid tells<br />her war stories<br /><br />#green<br /><br />Earth Day---<br />the government prints<br />more green<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />sunset---<br />she gets upset and leaves<br />but her shadow does not<br /><br />#cat<br /><br />morning stillness---<br />the cat warms up<br />by jumping in the air<br /><br />#drizzle<br /><br />April drizzle---<br />an outdoors cafe<br />is crowded<br /><br />#dawn<br /><br />before dawn birds sing---<br />a security guard<br />searches for them<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-1764824689810788597?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-28857806922379085982009-04-19T18:03:00.001-07:002009-04-19T18:03:32.808-07:00#dancer<br /><br />the sound of trumpets---<br />a bull fighter views<br />a ballet dancer<br /><br />#haze<br /><br />Sunday morning haze---<br />she wants<br />her coffee spiced<br /><br />#truck<br /><br />April hot day---<br />an Asian girl screams<br />ice cream truck passes by<br /><br />#cat<br /><br />April warms up---<br />the cat has<br />a new friend<br /><br />#River<br /><br />the wake of a boat passes---<br />a row of East River<br />white Cherry trees<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />before dawn---<br />a turtle stops at green<br />a half moon<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River Park---<br />suddenly his hand disappears<br />as he touches her<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />empty pockets<br />after Tax Day<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River sad feelings---<br />Cherry trees blossom<br />on the other bank<br /><br />#flowers<br /><br />Tax Day---<br />a banker sends<br />his mistress flowers<br /><br />#breath<br /><br />over night trash---<br />the smell of<br />acetone breath<br /><br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River courting teens---<br />behind her veil<br />she smiles at him<br /><br />#got<br /><br />my yearly physical---<br />I only got<br />the recession<br /><br />#Gibbous<br /><br />before dawn---<br />cigarette in his mouth a drunk talks<br />Wanning Gibbous<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-2885780692237908598?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-82838064682230242192009-04-12T11:06:00.001-07:002009-04-12T11:06:35.833-07:00#hat<br /><br />New York Easter Parade---<br />a hat made from fake<br />hundred dollar bills<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />a sugar daddy stops<br />at an ATM<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />Hudson River Park sunset---<br />a same sex couple<br />on a bench hold hands<br /><br />#haiku<br /><br />lonely Spring Saturday---<br />I look at the graffiti<br />for a haiku<br /><br />#ransom<br /><br />pirates kidnap a ship captain<br />for ransom---<br />Good Friday<br /><br />#roof<br /><br />Good Friday---<br />seagulls gather on the roof<br />of a fisherman<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River clear day---<br />the algae reminds me<br />I need a shave<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />but tomorrow is<br />Good Friday<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River Spring drizzle---<br />alone<br />I stick my finger in its waters<br /><br />#solar<br /><br />a sign on the door---<br />our sun tanning machines<br />are solar<br /><br />#blossom<br /><br />a little girl blows<br />bubble gum---<br />cherry trees blossom<br /><br />#movie<br /><br />Holly Week---<br />I watch<br />a Woody Allen movie<br /><br />#age<br /><br />rainy day---<br />I bet the barmaid<br />I can guess her age<br /><br />#showers<br /><br />April showers---<br />the man behind me<br />keeps cursing Poseidon<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-8283806468223024219?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-65914656829771989322009-04-05T19:02:00.001-07:002009-04-05T19:02:52.688-07:00#rain<br /><br />April in Paris---<br />the rain shower scene<br />is as good as in New York<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />Sunday morning blue sky---<br />I need more<br />Alka-Seltzer<br /><br />#night<br /><br />Saturday night---<br />empty bar she teaches me<br />to belly dance<br /><br />#who?<br /><br />the Obamas visit<br />France---<br />Jackie who?<br /><br />#rush<br /><br />Spring thunder storm---<br />she asks me<br />what's the rush<br /><br />#haven<br /><br />finances US deficit<br />a haven for the rich---<br />China<br /><br />#house<br /><br />Spring drizzle---<br />a newly homeless man<br />views an abandoned house<br /><br />#cat<br /><br />morning fog---<br />my neighbor can't find<br />his Siamese cat<br /><br />#bud<br /><br />leaves bud on some trees---<br />a cabbie makes<br />an obscene gesture<br /><br /><br />#cross<br /><br />April Fool Day---<br />a liar stops saying<br />cross my heart<br /><br />#Red 2<br /><br />Fargo's Red River---<br />a snow storm calls<br />but no flood<br /><br />#Red<br /><br />Fargo's Red River* crests---<br />the moon shines<br />on disks of ice<br /><br />* <b>http://tinyurl.com/c2wxxg<br /><br /></b>#skyline<br /><br />Spring night lightening ---<br />as if the skyline<br />needs more illumination<br /><br />#dawn<br /><br />dawn---<br />I take a short cut<br />through a full cemetery<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-6591465682977198932?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-23156321772863431262009-03-29T15:56:00.001-07:002009-03-29T15:56:50.540-07:00#signs<br /><br />signs of Spring---<br />the lilacs at the entrance<br />of a skyscraper bloom<br /><br />#aura<br /><br />clear day---<br />I view Citibank skyscraper<br />but where is the aura<br /><br />#snake<br /><br />Third Avenue--<br />a woman carrying a plant<br />wears snake leather shoes<br /><br />#rain<br /><br />morning Spring rain---<br />a joker* stops<br />to wipe his eyeglasses<br /><br />* http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/28/opinion/28Tartakovsky.html?th&emc=th<br /><br />#girl<br /><br />March warms up---<br />a little girl says she has<br />to go pick up her daughter<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />the cat<br />yawns<br /><br />#cat<br /><br />overcast March---<br />the cat plays with a ball<br />of dust under the bed<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River still waters---<br />the softball game<br />remains scoreless<br /><br />#prisons<br /><br />the recession---<br />some states close<br />prisons*<br /><br /><b>* http://tinyurl.com/c9upxa<br /><br /></b>#deer<br /><br />March suburban road---<br />a deer stands<br />at a bus stop<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />March sunset---<br />the colors of Spring<br />but where is the bloom<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />the cotton candy man<br />is out of blue<br /><br />#mailman<br /><br />cold and sunny Spring day---<br />the mailman in shorts<br />smiles then winces<br /><br />#history<br /><br />a book on Greek history---<br />Socrates covered<br />in one page<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-2315632177286343126?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-33584716423395735152009-03-22T16:54:00.000-07:002009-03-22T16:55:21.653-07:00#roses<br /><br />no evidence<br />of Spring yet---<br />I buy her roses<br /><br />#stillness<br /><br />morning stillness---<br />my neighbors<br />whisper<br /><br />#night<br /><br />March Saturday night---<br />I lost another bet<br />on a basketball game<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />I await<br />the lilacs bloom<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />sunset---<br />she finished planting<br />the eggplant<br /><br />#cat<br /><br /> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">first day of Spring---</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"> snow flurries</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"> the cat scratches its head</span></span></p> <div><br /></div> #drizzle<br /><br />Spring drizzle---<br />the sound of high heels<br />behind me<br /><br />#dawn<br /><br />before dawn---<br />a man shouts<br />Google is down<br /><br />#River<br /><br /><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237425002_0">East River</span>---<br />a man takes off his shirt<br />almost Spring<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />warm enough to play<br />hopscotch on the sidewalk<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />Saint Patrick Day---<br />the moon looks<br />greener<br /><br />#red<br /><br />Saint Patrick Day---<br />a Brit wants<br />to paint the town red<br /><br />#tree<br /><br />March haze---<br />a leafless tree reminds me<br />of my neurons<br /><br />#teacher<br /><br />early morning---<br />a teacher asks<br />who was <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237425002_1">Richard Nixon</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-3358471642339573515?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-48934776584754782912009-03-15T15:12:00.001-07:002009-03-15T15:12:15.743-07:00#River<br /><br />East River high waters---<br />the park swimming pool<br />is still waterless<br /><br />#haze<br /><br />Sunday haze---<br />a long line to go up<br />the Empire State Building<br /><br />#home<br /><br />the recession Spring Break---<br />why not stay home<br />and go to tanning salons<br /><br />#shadow<br /><br />overcast skies---<br />she wears blue<br />eye shadow<br /><br />#night<br /><br />Friday the Thirteenth night---<br />a witch needs<br />more time<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />Friday the Thirteenth---<br />before dawn<br />full moon<br /><br />#trash<br /><br />the recession---<br />even trash*<br />has become worthless<br /><br />* http://tinyurl.com/dks3nr<br /><br />#horse<br /><br />a grass mud-horse*<br />steps on a river crab---<br />watch your language<br /><br />* http://tinyurl.com/bwlbmh<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River light drizzle---<br />a truck driver stops<br />to piss<br /><br />#fog<br /><br />morning fog---<br />the new grafitti is<br />minimal<br /><br />#skull<br /><br />doctor's office---<br />skull<br />but no skeleton<br /><br />#cat<br /><br />early morning---<br />a cat passes<br />without looking at me<br /><br />#rotini<br /><br />I cook rotini---<br />she says she wants<br />al dente<br /><br />#fog<br /><br />morning fog---<br />the man ahead of me<br />is walking backwards<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-4893477658475478291?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-9319131771522996002009-03-08T15:57:00.000-07:002009-03-08T15:58:42.225-07:00#hair<br /><br />rain clouds---<br />she takes the towel<br />off her hair<br /><br />#neighbor<br /><br />Sunday morning---<br />my neighbor needs a couple<br />of aspirins<br /><br />#Park<br /><br />Madison Square Park<br />warm March day---<br />naked limbs of humans and trees<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />a robin lands<br />on new grass<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River nice day---<br />a used condom<br />on a pile of dirty snow<br /><br />#music<br /><br />morning rush---<br />a man plays Zen music<br />on a banjo<br /><br />#leaf<br /><br />March---<br />a dead leaf<br />under the lawn mower<br /><br />#hour<br /><br />Upper East Side---<br />the happy hour is<br />recession proof<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />she puts the pads<br />in her bra---<br />a half moon<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River choppy waters---<br />kids have<br />a snowball fight<br /><br />#roofs<br /><br />roofs covered with snow---<br />just ignore<br />the graffiti<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />yesterday's blizzard snow<br />soiled<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />a street accordionist<br />plays a tango---<br />crescent moon<br /><br />#blizzard<br /><br />blizzard---<br />flakes agitate<br />darn mosquitoes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-931913177152299600?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-53119100319072694762009-03-01T15:37:00.001-08:002009-03-01T15:37:13.355-08:00#white<br /><br />waiting for a blizzard to come---<br />the bar tender ran out<br />of white rum<br /><br />#snow<br /><br />snow storm---<br />the bus arrives<br />on time<br /><br />#night<br /><br />Saturday night---<br />carrying flowers he rings<br />the bell of a dark house<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />dew drops on the cover<br />of the garbage can<br /><br />#Friday<br /><br />thank God it's Friday---<br />a blues joint<br />is full of bankers<br /><br />#pigeon<br /><br />Spring like day---<br />a pigeon enters<br />through the window<br /><br />#trees<br /><br />the sun rises earlier---<br />but where are<br />the trees buds<br /><br />#wipe<br /><br />I forget---<br />tell her to wipe her forehead<br />Ash Wednesday<br /><br />#River<br /><br />East River bright day---<br />I bury my head<br />in her lap<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />she wears<br />a kimono<br /><br />#flowers<br /><br />she bought me flowers---<br />my wallet is missing<br />ten dollars<br /><br />#rush<br /><br />morning rush---<br />on his porch he rides<br />a stationary bicycle<br /><br />#water<br /><br />I take out the garbage---<br />frozen gutter water<br />moonless night<br /><br />#sunrise<br /><br />sunrise---<br />a seamstress ran out<br />of black thread<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-5311910031907269476?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-26977218587619795592009-02-22T15:30:00.001-08:002009-02-22T15:30:50.518-08:00#sunset<br /><br />sunset---<br />the rain clouds<br />start to move out<br /><br />#cat<br /><br />it starts to snow---<br />the cat wants<br />the milk warmed<br /><br />#happier<br /><br />the recession---<br />under achievers<br />are happier<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />the jasmine tea<br />is ready<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />predawn---<br />she says ah<br />crescent moon<br /><br />#smoker<br /><br />windy night---<br />a smoker finds shelter<br />behind a garbage truck<br /><br />#Vietnam<br /><br />Vietnam---<br />it's occupied<br />by Yankee factories<br /><br />#crescent<br /><br />the night watchman<br />almost closes his eyes---<br />waning crescent<br /><br />#night<br /><br />late night drizzle---<br />she carries her belongings<br />in a kids cart<br /><br />#recipe<br /><br />Winter morning---<br />I read a recipe for<br />Ful Mudammas<br /><br />#lost<br /><br />they are lost---<br />newly weds<br />shop for a home<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />dawn---<br />a cowboy saddles his horse<br />crescent moon<br /><br />#River<br /><br />sunny East River day---<br />a talkative old man<br />asks me my name<br /><br />#sunrise<br /><br />sunrise---<br />outside a closed bar<br />a couple are still talking<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-2697721858761979559?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-26361639248298114812009-02-15T16:47:00.000-08:002009-02-15T16:48:03.947-08:00#tax<br /><br />Greek diner---<br />there is no recession here<br />only income tax<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />I finish last night<br />Cabernet<br /><br />#gym<br /><br />the gym<br />is crowded---<br />Valentine's Day<br /><br />#kiss<br /><br />recession blues---<br />it's the kiss that counts<br />on Valentine's Day<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />but is it<br />true<br /><br />#dress<br /><br />Friday the thirteenth---<br />I buy her a black dress<br />for Valentine's Day<br /><br />#Lincoln<br /><br />President Obama<br />gives a speech---<br />Lincoln is two hundred<br /><br />#Darwin<br /><br />a cockroach climbs the wall---<br />Charles Darwin is today<br />two hundred<br /><br />#streaks<br /><br />warm February day---<br />on Coney Island<br />an old man streaks<br /><br />#tax<br /><br />the recession---<br />long lines to file for<br />income tax early<br /><br />#night<br /><br />lonely night---<br />I call the automated<br />telephone operator<br /><br />#stand<br /><br />at a news stand---<br />a kid asks<br />what is A-Rod<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />a soldier returns<br />from Iraq<br /><br />#River<br /><br />kids chase the ducks away---<br />calm East River<br />Winter waters<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-2636163924829811481?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-90791503970194728112009-02-08T14:54:00.001-08:002009-02-08T14:54:54.944-08:00#kite<br /><br />a kid goes<br />to fly a kite---<br />windy Winter warms up<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />a baker goes home---<br />full moon above<br />the skyline<br /><br />#church<br /><br />Saturday night---<br />a church service with a good<br />rock band<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />but where is<br />my double espresso<br /><br />#cold<br /><br />the cold spell lingers---<br />a banker tells me his woes<br />in a jackuzzi<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />late night---<br />a gal walks with a sway---<br />waxing moon<br /><br />#swans<br /><br />the last of Mr B's swans---<br />Darci Kistler*<br />retires<br /><br />* http://tinyurl.com/c353wd<br /><br />#polka<br /><br />cold morning---<br />she offers to teach me<br />the polka<br /><br />#star<br /><br />the recession---<br />four star restaurants<br />accept walk-ins<br /><br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />a banker smokes<br />a US made cigar<br /><br />#sauce<br /><br />snow storm at dusk---<br />the smell of<br />marinara sauce<br /><br />#sunrise<br /><br />sunrise---<br />she blows out<br />the blackberry candle<br /><br />#River<br /><br />I view the East River<br />through a bodega's glass---<br />I feel hunger<br /><br />#bank<br /><br />morning---<br />a beggar outside a bank<br />asks me for some TARP<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-9079150397019472811?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-4530218001718287772009-02-01T15:50:00.001-08:002009-02-01T15:50:33.115-08:00#yells<br /><br />warm Winter Sunday---<br />a kid on a toy horse<br />yells go Steelers<br /><br />#game<br /><br />Super Bowl Sunday---<br />the high school soccer game<br />is crowded<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />my neighbor missed<br />his evening prayers---<br />crescent moon over the skyline<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />she says she likes<br />bald men<br /><br />#sunset<br /><br />sunset---<br />as I walk on thin ice<br />I remember her<br /><br />#class<br /><br />early morning---<br />a nun reads to her class<br />"Romeo and Juliet"<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />he takes off his wedding band---<br />crescent moon visits<br />Venus<br /><br />#ends<br /><br />January ends---<br />sparrows<br />sing<br /><br />#support<br /><br />the recession---<br />bankers girlfriends*<br />form a support group<br /><br />* http://tinyurl.com/d4cynf<br /><br />#snow<br /><br />morning---<br />a snow ball fight<br />ends with a hug<br /><br />#wave<br /><br />cold night---<br />I dream of what women wore<br />in the heat wave of last year<br /><br />#fog<br /><br />train station morning fog---<br />a woman walks<br />into the wrong restroom<br /><br />#tv<br /><br />I rewind my Timex---<br />no more<br />analog tv<br /><br />#dawn<br /><br />dawn---<br />a cops car<br />stops at red<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-453021800171828777?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-7685944519080732792009-01-25T14:53:00.001-08:002009-01-25T14:53:50.796-08:00#greed<br /><br />the recession---<br />Sunday's sermon<br />is all about greed<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />no more tissue<br />in the bathroom<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />out with her---<br />he is stuck for words<br />moonless Saturday night<br /><br />#dance<br /><br />Winter doldrums---<br />outside a dance school<br />a little girl strikes a pose<br /><br />#walks<br /><br />January warms up---<br />my neighbor walks<br />in her underwear<br /><br />#man<br /><br />internet cafe---<br />a man falls asleep<br />while viewing porno<br /><br />#wind<br /><br />cold wind---<br />the headline says<br />no torture<br /><br />#quality<br /><br />the recession---<br />quality of subway musicians<br />improves<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />I forget the tea kettle<br />is on the stove<br /><br />#purple<br /><br />purple horizon---<br />Obama wakes up<br />in the White House<br /><br />#oath<br /><br />Obama takes the oath---<br />words jump<br />he reins them<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />with a shovel on his shoulder<br />he sizes up the snow---<br />crescent moon<br /><br />#out<br /><br />snow at dusk---<br />a white poodle<br />is out for a shit<br /><br />#King<br /><br />Martin Luther King Day---<br />Obama's<br />is tomorrow<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-768594451908073279?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24716815.post-30941496436280531582009-01-18T15:54:00.001-08:002009-01-18T15:54:47.738-08:00#biplane<br /><br />East River Winter day---<br />a biplane flies low<br />then rises<br /><br />#snow<br /><br />Sunday morning snow---<br />all the talk shows guests<br />have gray hair<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />frigid day blue sky---<br />a white smoke column<br />acts up<br /><br />#house<br /><br />bitter cold day---<br />a house for sale<br />has its door wide open<br /><br />#cook<br /><br />blue sky---<br />it's too cold to cook<br />marshmallows outdoors<br /><br />#jet<br /><br />Hudson River Winter day---<br />a jet airliner<br />lands on the water<br /><br />#Paris<br /><br />the recession---<br />Paris is not Paris<br />without Champagne*<br /><br />*<br /><br />http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/15/<br /><br />fashion/15paris.html?pagewanted=2&<br /><br />th&emc=th<br /><br />#snow<br /><br />morning rush---<br />snow falls inside<br />my new shoes<br /><br />#waiting<br /><br />the recession---<br />waiting for Obama's<br />inauguration<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />January blue sky---<br />the circus is still<br />in town<br /><br />#night<br /><br />chilly night---<br />I ask <br />if I can sleep with her<br /><br />#moon<br /><br />late night<br />a banker worries about<br />his golden parachute--- full moon<br /><br />#blue<br /><br />blue sky---<br />who cares about that sliver<br />of pink and orange<br /><br />#the<br /><br />the recession---<br />McDonald’s<br />prospers<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24716815-3094149643628053158?l=hbfm.blogspot.com'/></div>Fred Masaranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986320303194737679noreply@blogger.com2