Early morning rain
awakens me… not my brain…
it leaves that to my bladder.
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When nature calls, our
bodies must answer even
if our brains prefer to rest.
.
Early morning rain
awakens me… not my brain…
it leaves that to my bladder.
~
When nature calls, our
bodies must answer even
if our brains prefer to rest.
.
Begorrah, my dog,
Your warmth is like an anchor
Binding me here to this bed.
~
Saphira, my cat,
your constant meowing drives
me protesting from my bed.
Tiny flecks of light
dance in the late evening sky.
wishing us goodnight.
~
Careless of mere bats,
heeding old gospel tunes,
they let their little lights shine.
Hopes and dreams linger
like fading recollections
of once momentous events.
~
Perhaps hopes and dreams
are reluctant to leave til
they become events.
On the other hand,
What if we’re the only ones
modeling true leadership?
~
Change begins at home
they say. Perhaps modeling
such true leadership would spread.
The week begins with
warmth and light. May we model
those qualities too.
~
Optimistically,
if we manifest these traits
society will follow.
They say, “S#!t happens.”
And although that might seem trite,
that don’t make it any fun!
~
When s#!t overflows,
a constipated moment
is much to be desired.
Here at my house, folks
laze in bed. Unlike the sun
they refuse to rise and shine.
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Lazing in the bed
has much to recommend it,
if dosed in moderation.
Do we reach beyond
our normal, rational, selves
when we presume to create?
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Indeed it is true
and life is more interesting
when we do so reach.
As poets we don’t
know where our words will take us,
but we do enjoy the ride.
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We find pleasure in
knowing neither origin
nor direction in our work.
Endless fertile fields
upon which to stake a claim,
but where to sink the auger.
~
Be sure you avoid
fields you find boring even
though others find them fertile.
To carry or not
to carry an umbrella …
that was yesterday’s question.
~
Yesterday’s rainfall
would likely have exceeded
any umbrella’s limits.
Rising and shining
is considered virtuous.
Is this just propaganda?
~
Sinking and dimming
aren’t considered virtuous,
but appeal to the weary.
Pollen covered pond
lies still, waiting for the rain
to wash its troubles away.
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Careless are the trees,
scattering widely their seed,
hoping to impregnate fish?
Why are invasive
flowers all so beautiful
and equally reviled?
~
It could be said that
we’ve gotten it wrong and that
we are the real invaders.
A small, dark creature
scampered across the yard. I
was relieved it had no stripes.
~
I enjoy it when
small darknesses come calling;
the great dark blobs-not so much.
Dear, I hope you know
family stories poking fun
all translate to “I Love You”.
~
When we count the ways
family members show their love,
some add while others subtract.
Knox stands in the sun,
inviting the squirrels to come
for a morning run.
~
Squirrels stand on branches
mocking Knox out in the sun
waiting for him to go in.
If I am not free
to disagree civilly,
can I be called truly free?
~
Is it the land of
the free when peaceful protests
and selected books are banned?
When will we ever
learn that enough is really
and truly enough?
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Enough is enough?
Egregious quitter talk
To the mass consumptionists!
Does the fact we can
contemplate God’s existence
imply we Do have free will?
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The fact that we can
affirm, deny, or ignore
suggests that we do.
Watching my green lawn
slowly fill with yellow blooms
won’t endear me to neighbors.
~
All yellow blossoms
are not, by nature, evil,
Unless you’re a greenskeeper.
Is humanity,
I fervently hope and pray,
more than just taxonomy?
~
We can only hope
humanity will become
defined by its humaneness.
I don’t know if those
two woodpeckers thought they could
bring down that tree but they tried.
~
Woodpeckers prefer
their trees to remain upright.
That way, their snacks are cleaner.
Why won’t current flow
Through my tractor as it should
Instead of through my ankle?
~
Could the current be
telling you that you’re the one
that needs to get up and go?
Yellow butterfly
flits about in morning light,
glad the rain has stopped.
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Our Irish kin say
it is a departed soul
peaceful in the afterlife.
Earth Day came and went
And I didn’t mow the lawn
or at least not all of it.
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I’m sure the birds sang
with joy not to have to
compete with that lawn mower.
The sun failed to bless
us with golden light on this
gloomy Sunday morn.
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Overcast brings joy
Of another caliber
to life’s peaceful arsenal
Old Albert Hofmann,
the day after biking high,
pressed onward in his research.
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He had hopes that through
LSD we’d come to see
nature and ourselves deeply.
Hoping to find some
magic, they traveled the world.
All the time, it was at home.
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Using arcane keys
found on various journeys
opened hidden doors to them.