Some Thoughts On Stamps

Two Haikus, A Limerick, and some thoughts from the perspective of an addict of stamps.


Haiku:

Is it that a stamp
Can bring me to Nirvana?
Yes, That is the case

2.
I buy you in sheets
Sometimes in excessive rolls
But you complete me

Limerick

There once was an addict of stamps
Whose friends never gave him the chance
To beat his addiction
Which was an affliction
So he retired as a seller of lamps


and finally...

Stamp glue, so divine
Leaving a trace of mint
or lime
Where would I be
Without your adhesive?
It seems that life
Would not be cohesive
In the morning,
Around eight or nine
Paying the bills,
My life isn't
Until my taste buds
Finally grace you
Life is so much better
When I can taste you
Then I find that I am fine
Oh stamp glue, so divine.

Robert Frost makes my Fall

Into My Own

One of my wishes is those dark trees,
so old and firm they scarcely known the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not but beheld that someday
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back
Or those that should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if I still held them dear.

They would not know me changed from the him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.


-Robert Frost