The True Colossus

Rid me of your affected, your indifferent,
Your swaddled children of the elite,
The trust fund babies with a foot in every door.
These sheltered socialites I abhor.

Show me these indignant with delicate hands
Not having worked a day of hard labor,
And I’ll show you the real deal,
This concrete island’s backbone made of steel.

They live in outer boroughs,
Saving money on lower rents.
But long hours spent commuting,
Leave them emotionally and physically spent.

Meager paychecks and cost of living
Clear out their bank accounts.
But the thought of quitting and moving away
Is not an acceptable route.

Because they moved here for good reason
Hopes and dreams they must achieve
Creating their own opportunities
Success never an absolute guarantee.

Yet they strive to make a difference,
Finding time to help out others.
Volunteering for good causes,
Like Big Sisters and Big Brothers.

These are the inspirational doers
That I’ve come to know and love
Deeper than the surface scum
I’ve tried to rid my life of.

Because, in the end, the world won’t care
What designer bag’s on your shoulder,
About your prep school, East Hampton house,
Or Botox use as you grow older.

Give me people with a positive impact
On these boroughs and beyond.
To you I raise my pen and glass
For a promising future to all at last!



~kfu

Lost Souls

(A haiku collection)

Squatters in tunnels
Piss on the rat race – air reeks
Of indifference.
--
Slouched in a stall drunk
Off cheap beer, calling numbers
Left for a good time.
--
Subway doors open
Where a homeless man retreats –
Lost hopes and dreams exit.



~kfu

Immigrants

(A haiku collection)

The Chinese woman
Shuffling from trash bin to bin
Glass fortune within.
--
The cab driver sleeps
In his car seats smell of sex
From rides after hours.
--
The Ukraine next door
Keeps windows and shades open
Kielbasa in hand.



~kfu

The Lotus-Eyed One

She holds the fragile beauty of an autumn day
On the brink of being blown away
By Winter’s bone chilling breath.
The last reign before coldness settles in,
Wrapping Earth with her warm, brilliant color.
Her delicate petals shedding like loose, falling lashes,
Making a wish for life to spring up anew.
Then, brimming with unyielding determination,
She surges up through the depths of Nature’s womb
With strong stems bearing beautiful blossoms,
And she winks at the waning, winter sun
With wide-eyed wisdom of what’s to come.

 

~kfu

 

The Gin Man

I once had a mate named Edwin
Whose morning mouthwash was gin.
Until one day
He stumbled his way
Head first down the stairs splitting his chin!


This very same mate, surname Moya,
Had habits that could truly annoy ya.
But he’s been in my heart
Since his depart
To golden, sunshiny California.

 

~kfu

Journal Writing 101

~ for my nieces Brettell, Brooke, and Brenna ~

 

Write your thoughts here

whether in verse or prose;

whatever comes to mind –

stinky feet or how your heart glows!

 

Write, write, write –

silly things if you please,

like how you text your sister

nonsense in Japanese!

 

Write what’s in your head

each and every day –

it’ll keep your thoughts fresh

and your gray matter from decay!

 

~kfu

Missed Connection – Sweaty In Union Square

You’re my missed connection –
            not once, but many times
In running shoes with bright, orange laces –
            a welcomed distraction for my mind.

Counting hours in the morning

            ‘til I might see your face –
Some savory eye candy
            in a hot ‘n’ sweaty place.

You’re my missed connection –

            not once, but many times
A mere smile and quick hello
            got me weak-kneed every time.

I had whole conversations

            sealed behind these grinning lips;
Couldn’t help but sit and wonder
            the taste of a first kiss.

You’re my missed connection –

            not once, but many times
Watching you workout –
            glad apodyopsis is not a crime.

Eyes locked and darted, dancing

            in mirrors around the room;
Body heat and pulse rising –
            enough to make me swoon.

You’re my missed connection –

            not once, but many times
I only wish I’d had the nerve
            to towel whip you from behind!

  

~kfu