Tuesday, March 31, 2020

A Colony of Penguin Haiku

Propelled by his wings,
he soars above the landscape
of the sea bottom.

Emperor penguin
stands just about twelve inches
shorter than my wife.

Balanced on dad's feet,
protected by his brood pouch --
unhatched penguin egg.

Rockhopper penguin
resembles a punk rocker
with that crazy 'do.

The only sounds
among mountains of madness --
squawking of penguins. - Jeff Barnes

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

A Rhyming Haiku for COVID-19

Sheltering in place,
careful not to touch my face.
Goodbye, human race? - Jeff Barnes

Thursday, January 2, 2020

Haiku

New Year's second day --

perched atop a garbage can,
crow greets the morning. - Jeff Barnes

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Haiku

Steadfastly asleep --
4 PM on New Year's Day.
Unambitious cat. - Jeff Barnes

Monday, December 23, 2019

The Ugliest Christmas Sweater

When I sit down with pen in hand
to write Santa Claus my annual letter,
the only thing I will ask him for
is the world's ugliest Christmas sweater,

one that depicts Cthulhu
driving a big red sleigh
and a hippopotamus in a tutu
performing the Nutcracker ballet,

a sweater sprinkled with snowflakes
of many sizes and shapes
and Santa in a spaceship bringing presents
to the Planet of the Apes

and a unicorn and llama
running though the snow,
while Godzilla and King Kong
play hockey on a giant ice floe
while standing by in a Santa suit
would be Edgar Allan Poe,

and a Yeti wearing an ugly Christmas sweater,
so I would have an ugly Christmas sweater
within an ugly Christmas sweater.
Could there possibly be anything better?

Maybe a Yeti wearing an ugly Christmas sweater
depicting a Yeti wearing an ugly Christmas sweater
depicting a Yeti wearing an ugly Christmas sweater
depicting a Yeti wearing an ugly Christmas sweater
ad infinitum.

That's the only item
I'll ask Santa for
when I write him! - Jeff Barnes

Friday, November 29, 2019

Happiness

Sometimes it's enough
to sit and drink coffee
and observe
the leafless dance of branches
in the gray morning breeze
through the glass door
of a November kitchen. - Jeff Barnes

Monday, November 25, 2019

The Treachery of Words

If we have Christmas in July
why can't we have Independence Day in December?
What is the use of sleeping on memory foam
if it never helps us to remember?

An angel fish doesn't have a halo,
nor does it play a harp.
Its main boasting point seems to be
that it's much prettier than a carp.

You may like antipasta 
but that doesn't mean you're against spaghetti.
A Himalayan snowman isn't really abominable,
so please, just call him a Yeti.

Why are gooseberries not made of geese?
Why is breadfruit not made out of bread?
We know that water never sleeps
so what's the use of having a riverbed?

Why do they call French toast French
when it did not originate in France?
Why don't they call it a fowl ball
when chickens go to a formal dance?

Why is there always a traffic jam
but never traffic jelly?
Why can't we buy Indian food
over at the new deli?

Why can we call someone the apple of our eye
but never a grape or pomegranate?
How would we explain our screwed-up language
to someone from another planet?

Why can there be a fork in the road
but never a spoon or a knife?
Maybe I should stop this train of thought
and work on getting a life. - Jeff Barnes