My Limerick (& some haikus and poems) Collection inventive friends have given as gifts:

From Joy: (Dec 25,2015)

Kelsy hoped to be this verse's muse
And I could not politely refuse
          So I said I would edit
          And take all the credit
Now we don't know which line is whose.

From Kelsy: (Dec 25, 2015)

When told to write Viktors a verse,
I could do nothing but curse
          Cuz rhymings's a chore,
          Though this limerick's no bore,
I'm sure no one else could do worse.

From Kodiak: (Dec 25 2015)

There are snowflakes in my ear:
No, I'm not shaking with fear:
          My feet are frozen,
          For I have been chosen
To be a snowman this year.

From Monika: (Jan 14 2016)

There once was a cake of cheese,
Which brought people to their knees.
          Its author a victor,
          with KitchenAid mixer,
Bake it again for me, please!

From Sylvia: (Jan 14, 2016)

When things go awry in the house
I call on my wonderful spouse
          Who fixes them all
          As soon as I call
And give me no chances to grouse.

There was a good fellow named Viktors
Who too many oodles of pictures
          If unflattering bodily
          Or blinkingly oddly
"Let's dump it," he says, "If it's yours."

House concerts are fun but there's work
If we host them there's no way to shirk
          You record and set chairs
          Wash dishes and share
In the chores! You're a prize! (not a jerk!)

I'm lucky and happy as can be
Because Viktors is husband to me!
          It's really quite rare
          To find love and true care
And together live so perfectly!

From Laura: (Jan 14, 2016)

Programming with virtuous fervor he has sat,
his arrays holding the Grid byte-ingly exact.
          With caffeine intake sustaining,
          his energy never waning,
devout patience he proves to be of world impact.

From Monika: (Dec 22, 2-16)

Viktors loves vessels airbound,
to him it is most profound
          to build hexicopters
          or levitate proper
in jetplanes and soar all around!

From Karinne: (Dec 25, 2017)

An Austrian with abs like rock
Brought in to a tailor his socks
          "To make these fit you
          Would take a week, maybe two"
"Well then," Arnold said, "I'll be back"

From Helena: (Dec 25, 2018)

There was an old lady one day
Who wanted the pigeons away
          So she squeaked and she squawked
          All day at the flock
Until they all left in dismay.

From Kelsy & Joy: (Dec 25, 2018)

Viktors, d man who loves pi;
Not Euler's, Avogadro's, or i.
          His wi-fi password? Heart-rending!
          With its digits unending.
He's a pineapple pie, pi-loving guy!'

From Timothy Corcoran (Jan 6, 2019)

There was an old lady from Youghal
Who wanted to make a phone call.
          However she lost
          the fourpence it cost
and now she canít make it at all.

From Davud Studhalter (Jan 6, 2019)

To start an eighth decade
Take heart you'll always have
Time enough for love

From Don Strick (Jan 6, 2019)

Saluting Viktors on his birthday!
So much to celebrate, hooray!
          From inventions galore
          To his pianos, and more
Plus his marriage to lovely Ms. Gray

From Mark Martin (Jan 6, 2019)

"I'll levitate this and I'll levitate that"
said the man with the blue Keck shirt on his back
          computers and more,
          Tesla coils galore,
and the universe is all mathematics.

From Barbara Gordon-Lickey (Jan 6, 2019)

Viktors's a man with a knack
for explaining why some holes are black.
          If anything nears,
          it just disappears.
He says that it never comes back.

From Ardonna Manous (Jan 6&7, 2019)

You dazzler, you!
Is there anything you can't do ?
You're one of the FEW . . .

Music, invention . . .
There is much more to mention.
A Renaissance Man!

His smile is so shy
With a twinkle in his eye -
Viktors, a fine friend!

Music, invention . . .
There is much more to mention.
A Renaissance Man!

From Cynthia Smith (Jan 7, 2019)

With 70 candles
You've no love handles
You are lucky to still have your hair
For some you're a mentor
To others an inventor of things that twirl in the air
You make cheesecakes with toppings a plenty
And sheet cakes that print in 3D
You claim no convection perfection.
But still it's a happy BD.

From Stephen Page (Jan 7, 2019)

There once was a pianist born a Germanian
Who only spoke like a Latvian
          He used to practice more
          But he is now feeling quite sore
He just got 70 whacks on his heinie-end

From Satomi Sano (Jan 9, 2019)

Ko Ki Ni Ma U
E N Ju Ku No Ne Ni
Mu Tsu Ki No Hi
On the celebration of special 70th birthday
more mature and mellow sound you play
dancing softly un the gentle January sunray.

From Mary Mann (Jan 11, 2019)

There is an inquisitive man with a lens
Who takes pretty pictures from his den
          He silently records the happy faces
          Fragrant offerings fill the spaces
All harmonized to Debussy's Reverie in Zen.

From Shelley Baker-Gard (Jan 11, 2019)

One snowy night
a kernel of comfort-
popping the corn

From Judy Potts (Jan 12, 2019)

Of Viktors it can often be said
That he spends lots of time in his head
          His brain is astounding
          Neurotransmitters abounding
A uniquely creative thoroughbred.

In spite of his brilliance he's so self-effacing
He deflects compliments but works hard at embracing
          His interests and passtions
          Of various fashions
And he gets it all done without even racing.

Viktors is learning the Grieg
Which is totally out of my league
          But he's very persistent
          Once he gets on the scent
Of some music he loves - so screw the fatigue!

Viktors has a strong proclivity
For science and music, with great sensitivity
          C# or D♭?
          He can tell - just like that
By his knowledge of special relativity.

There once was a man from the north
From his mind ideas forever pour forth
          Some are great, some are weird
          But so what! They've appeared!
And who is this genius? Why Viktors, of course!

Viktors is a modern-day Renaissance Man
A pianist, scientist, inventor, pilot, artisan
          He can tune up a Steinway
          Write code, host a soiree
Bake cheesecake, run the World Grid; OK - I'm a fan!

I remember when Viktors and Sylvia met
At the Van Cliburn; they'll never forget
          He was clearly her type
          They had dinner on Skype
And neither has had a moment's regret.

From Sylvia (Jan 14, 2019)

My Viktors is clever and cunning
He's wonderfully thoughtful and loving
          He's kind and he's careful
          He still has his hair full
And keeps all things perfectly running.

From Dagny (Jan 14, 2019)

Maple leaves scatter the sunlight,
Dancing to breezes till deep night,
          When quiet hands heavy
          Nocturnals gain headway
Revelry reigns till day's Bright.

Ocean breaths flow far
Endless blue horizons merge
Sirens beyond sing

From Monika (Jan 14, 2019)

Portland wintertime
An open piano plays
Lemon custard pie

From Rory (Jan 14, 2019)

There was an old man from Portland
Who never had time to learn shorthand

From Dan and Samantha (Jan 14, 2019)

When we stop and consider life's brevity,
You're sure to have one of longevity.
          A few aches and pains,
          You're sure to make gains....
You're still looking good at seventy....

From Margaret and The Beast (Jan 14, 2019)

There once was an old fart inventor,
whose mind fine ideas did enter.
          When his wife became miffed,
          `cause the bench wouldn't lift,
he wired the thing to ass-send her!

There once was a pianist, they said,
who loved his raw garlic on bread.
          But when he breathed on his wife,
          to within an inch of her life,
she said "let them eat popcorn instead!"

From Herbert Sermol (Jan 14, 2019)

There once came a pianist to Austin
who fondled the keys to exhaustion
          Sylvia said: "Fondle me
          instead of the key"
Cried out Viktors: Lett's do it with passion.
    Note: A "Lett" is a Latvian

From Sibyl Jarrett (Jan 14, 2019)

          My brain you bend far
too cold to think this for you
          Happy Birthday Love

From Miyuki Sakiyama (Jan 14,2019)

Hatsuharu ni Kimi wo iwaishi Kaze no oto
  translation: As the new year opens, even the sounds of the winds our celebrating your birthday.

From Juan Hindo (Viktors' manager at IBM) (Jan 15, 2019)

Poor Viktors, retirement was his goal
Instead, he finds himself on another research call
          He's just so hard to replace
          But it's something we have to embrace
Let's just hope it won't take until the fall!

From Jim and Betsy Elliott (Jan 16, 2019)

There once was a man with a full head of hair
Some bald guys think this is unfair
          It is brown with no gray
          And this is the way
It guards a brain beyond compare

From Sally Van Meter (Jan 26, 2019)

From my organ the brain to the hand
He designates notes to the stand
          Sounds are determined by Viktors
          Grounds to be seen as a trickster
From little he delights as a band

When my ears hear colors I'm afraid
I may have missed a beat instead
          Although I do seem to keep the rhythm
          Keep tapping my feet and then some
While others clapped their hands it was said

A year or so ago in this very room
She played it you may assume
          His wife makes him garlic sandwiches
          And despite any nasal damages
Surely he still does consume

From Juan Hindo (Viktors' manager at IBM) (Jan 15, 2019)

Poor Viktors, retirement was his goal
Instead, he finds himself on another research call
          He's just so hard to replace
          But it's something we have to embrace
Let's just hope it won't take until the fall!

From Judd Robbins (April 18, 2019)

For Viktors, the host
A pleasure for most
With family and friends
To everyone's ends

Thanks to all of you!