iPhone Terzanelle

I think, in truth, that I shall never see
a pocket-filling block to rival this.
Could better friend than thee, o iPhone, be?

Except for fear of moisture, I would kiss
your clean-lined form, and know I’ll never own
a pocket-filling block to rival this.

Your screen so touchable, as smooth as bone,
your compass…gyro…hidden deep within
your clean-lined form. And no, I’ll never own

a fraction of your App Store’s offered sins.
Some use your GPS, while others need
your compass…gyro…hidden deep within.

With you I never will miss tweet nor feed.
The people ‘round me…happy with their phone?
Some use your GPS, while others…need….

Apart from you, my most beloved one
I think, in truth, that I shall never see
the people ‘round me happy with their phone.
Could better friend than thee, o iPhone, be?

Cat Chase Terzanelle

The Cat, she chase a dream. She take her time.
She creep around and sneak up on it slow.
She not afraid of trek, or steepest climb.

There is no distance she’ll refuse to go.
This dream, it try to run – but there’s no chance!
She creep around and sneak up on it slow.

If nimbleness required, then she will dance.
If need to be relentless, she’ll pursue
this dream. It try to run, but there’s no chance.

If once, for all, she’s set her heart on you,
The lengths this Cat will go to know no bounds.
If need to be relentless, she’ll pursue.

Along the way, she take in sights and sounds.
She pad about and taste the joy of life.
The lengths this Cat will go to know no bounds.

This is the woman that I call my wife.
The Cat: She chase a dream – she take her time!
She pad about and taste the joy of life.
She not afraid of trek, or steepest climb.

Common Terzanelle

We tripped in, two by two and one by one
wond’ring, could these strangers walk with me
together on this journey we’d begun?

We looked around with narrow eyes to see
the woman at the mic, the child and dad
wond’ring, could these strangers walk with me?

That girl seemed full of joy; that man, so sad –
their stories all such mysteries at first –
the woman at the mic, the child and dad.

We came with hope. We also came with thirst,
and slowly found rich nourishment within
their stories, all such mysteries at first.

We looked around, eyes wide, and saw our kin.
We gazed across the Table at our friends,
and slowly found rich nourishment within.

Through common means we found our common ends.
We tripped in, two by two and one by one.
We gazed across the Table at our friends,
together on this journey we’d begun.