The Wind

Sometimes I think the wind is the ghost of someone I used to be.
Sometimes I think it wants to be a river heading out to sea.
Sometimes I think the wind is a soul that's lost its way.
Sometimes I think it's a rowdy child who only wants to play.
Sometimes I think the wind is a widower wandering the world alone.
Sometimes I think it's looking for a home it has never known.
Sometimes I think the wind is a bodiless mind in flight.
Sometimes I think it's the restless dreams of those who lie awake at night.
Sometimes I think the wind sings the only worthwhile song.
Sometimes I think it beckons me to follow it to the only place I belong. - Jeff Barnes

The Cheese Poem

 Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. - G.K. Chesterton

I would like some cheese.

I beg you please,

don't be a tease.

Bring on the cheese

and I'll think you are the bee's knees

and give you an affectionate squeeze.

It can be blue cheese or Swiss.

They won't go amiss.

Or maybe Camembert or Brie.

Either one would suit me

and in fact bring me glee.

A few slices of Gouda

would get me stoked,

especially if it's smoked.

A bit of Mozzarella

would make me a happy fella.

As would some cheddar

be it white or yella.

 

A slab of Muenster

would make me as happy as a funster

or maybe even a punster.

I really dig parmesan.

It is totally gone,

or some Asiago, Daddy-o.

I'll dine out on the patio.

I'd enjoy some Colby

if it isn't moldy.

Bring me some Edam,  oh please, Madame!

That would make me happy as a clam!

I think some Havarti

would be nice and hearty.

Bring me some and you'll be

the life of the party.

I don't ask for lobster or steak

or even  cookies or cake,

nor even a bowl of corn flakes.

All I ask of you, please,

is to bring me some cheese! - Jeff Barnes

Haiku

Emerging, at last, as if from another world. Virus kicked my ass. - Jeff Barnes

Haiku

These early spring rains
are no longer comforting.
Aging skeleton.  - Jeff Barnes

Haiku

Still no appetite
but maybe I'll lose some weight.
Stomach bug, day two. - Jeff Barnes

Haiku

Nasty stomach bug --
wife and cat stay by my side.
Blankets feel like love. - Jeff Barnes

Ill Met

She was the sunshine of your life,
that is, if you had been a vampire.
She said she never wanted to let you go
and  she dug into you like barbed wire.

She was the apple of your eye

with a nasty little worm in it.

She crammed an eternity of misery

into each and every minute.

You said that she had you at hello.

You should have run the other way.

Your answer was always, "Well, love hurts."

You always fell back on that cliche.

You said her words were like honey to you,

but it was like heroin pouring from her lips.

You said  that she blinded you with love.

You might as well have stared into an eclipse.

I wish I could undo what's been done.

I wish those years had all been a bad dream.

But now you are gone forever.

like debris floating away downstream. - Jeff Barnes