Hiked drank tea ate dinner

I just met a girl
we hiked drank tea ate dinner
and found warm friendship

the day is spilling
slowly sharing ones' heart myths
at times feeling raw

but we fall safely
into each others' strong arms
ears and lips poise for

chance to speak today's
truth we leave each others' grasp
knowing abundance.



© Donald Grube, 2010

575th Lover

575th Lover is a collection of love Haiku and Senryu. Unless there is a grand impulse to the contrary, all love images will be painted in the haiku form of 5 syllables, 7 syllables, and 5 syllables. If the love action lasts longer than one stanza it will be expressed in linked haiku, meaning one haiku (or orgasm) following another.

© Donald Grube, 2010

Just a Heterosexual Striving for Inclusive Paradigms

"I will choose amongst
the varied genders as spring
pops winter's dreaming

Humph!"



© Donald Grube, 2010

I Burn with Passions of Success

I burn with passions
of success. Each fire strikes
breathes and hacks to hell



2009



© Donald Grube, 2010

Hike with Valentine's Bow and Scrutinizing Probe

Step with fine woman
through Pogonip. Behold, prod
two banana slugs

Ariolimax,

Californicus. Panting,

gunk. Hermaphrodites?



© Donald Grube, 2010

Jabbering Frantics

jabbering frantics
we exit park to levee
re-meet on footbridge

none knowing future
but resolved to continue
she shares recipe

bound to the boardwalk
we strip our feet naked, white
quench toes in water
 
lollygagging be-
neath pier, we intuit a
restaurant. Fried fish

we linger, draw, write
run home full face in wind, chilled
drink tea, eat cocoa

I  press her feet and
she makes the bed and we lay
soon laughing eyes tell



2009



© Donald Grube, 2010

Haemochromatosis Type 1

Today I am pissed
          Okay, I believe you, chill
Fuck you! Go to hell!

Fuckin' ass wipes. Argh!
          What did the doctor tell you?
That it's not my fault

That it's better than
diabites and worse than
STD, I think

Oh, fuck! Confusion
Anger and frustration. Know what?
The treatment is so

Expensive. I've or-
dered these pills from India
They won't be here for
Sixteen working days

          I'm going out to
          Get my pizza. Be right back
          Don't off yourself yet!

***

(Uncontrolled crying)
           (Turns out the lights and makes his
           move. Kissing her neck.)

          There, Mon Petite Chou

The lack of light is heaven

I am black as night

          You are beautiful
          In your pain and anguish, dear
          I can see your heart

          Fluttering for air
I can't breathe. After she told me
I hear this buzzing
Like an air raid in
England. Then walking home I
kept bumping people
Marty, I'm scared to
Death. If this is the end, I'm
Leaving. Traveling.
I'll get my van fixed
Gather some cash, take care of
Loose ends and take off!
Won't you come with me?

          I'm with you now and always
          Just need my laptop

          I'll keep you with me
          Forever. Without you I'm
          just a balloon

(They stare. The room melts
Dreams, purple times flash and tick
All unhinged floating)



© Donald Grube, 2010

A More Romantic, Contemporary, Practical, Tasty and Overall Better Dance

My Father planted
A fiveplumgraft in our back yard
That's five! Count them please

He has since passed on
The plum tree to his children
A love/hate affair

Some years we canned plums
Others, over pruned... chaos!
Others still, neglect–

Death! Now there are just
Three types of plum on our tree
Red, yellow and prune

This Winter...
Something most unusual
Happened

"Car Makers Bankrupt"
So the family turns to art
For the holidays

Little did we know
Our quinplum reborn plumterce
Offered us a gift

Yes, after all leaves
Had fallen accept on one
Ostentatious branch

There were two plums left
Ripening slow in winter
Mud on all of us!

They were doing the
Lyndy Hop, Balboa, Jive,
The Boogie Woogie...

Having so much fun
One upping the entire
Christmas Day party!

Proof positive that
The Better Most Grand Dance is
Plums out of season!



© Donald Grube, 2010

Jump From Addiction

Run from cigarettes
It is easy to quit but
At what cost to friends

Screaming loud for help
Desire crawls deep within
Sit calmly and wait

Peace, peace, peace, peace, shit!
Breath tries to find a release
Wrapped up in coils

Will freedom be mine?
I hope and pray for the best

Black squirrel on wire



1/30/2009



© Donald Grube, 2010

3 Bonsais Fall Victim to Her Wit, Actors' Theatre, Tuesday, 1/19/2010

The Willing Suspen-
sion Armchair Theatre hosts
Claire Braz-Valentine.

Director: Karen
Schamberg; Actors: Phil, Billy,
Wilma, and Karen.

A night of essays,
Letters, poems, monologues,
And personal ad.

A grand reception
For the poet and playwright
Famous from SC,

Where Claire autographs
Copies of SONGS OF MY HEART,
COLLECTED POEMS.

After the party,
When returning chips, bottles,
Plates, and champagne flutes

To Patricia's house
For cleaning, Pat and her son
Drove through the torn streets

To West Side Santa
Cruz, dodging fallen tree limbs and
Severed power lines.

They step past the gate,
Tread six inch deep puddles and
Notice upturned pots?

3 bonsais hurdled,
Cracked, as if burst from laughter.
Victims of the wind!

Victim to Claire's words,
ALL 80 MINUTES! Humor,
Sweat,  memoirs ritten.

Phrases flash on my
eyelids, tattooing pictures
Gently in my heart,

Forever graphed with
Favorite ink. I envy her
In green Paradise!



© Donald Grube, 2010