After a late night

and much pomp and circumstance,

my head unwillingly nods.

~

The body’s saying

yes to a much needed rest

after such a night.

Poets sometimes need

a nudge or two to help them

make things manifest.

~

Even with nudging,

sometimes manifestation

requires percolation.

Our nation burst forth

in joyous applause as new

talent walked on stage.

~

Maybe Don McLean

wrote a little prophecy…

players and the marching band?

Why is adulting,

that most laudable life skill,

so difficult to master?

~

Ask President Trump.

He seems to have confused it

with adultery.

Election Day nears.

We are filled with hopes and fears.

Will fairness and justice win?

~

Election Day fears

undermine our hopes and will,

if we don’t demand justice.

Peeking through the trees,

having shed their veil of leaves,

blushes a brand new McMansion.

~

Visibility

expands as obstructions fall

and what’s been concealed now shows.

We ended the month

with a bust, but we’ll try for

all poems this November.

~

Whether boom or bust,

four thousand odd shared poems

leaves most writers in our dust!

We elected them

to represent OUR interests

not to profit from their own.

~

And then we’re surprised

when they lose interest in us

until the next election.

If it’s gibberish

we can confidently say

it’s also known as Trump Speak.

~

Official language

for all insane rhetoric

and demagoguery.

Time evaporates

when intent upon a task,

like water in the desert!

~

And for a moment

you’re absorbed in the process

of doing what’s before you.

The last I heard Trump

was furious with the sun

for outshining him.

~

They all say- they do-

Great men can’t be really great

without one Huge enemy.

Late night visitors,

foraging for their next meal,

skulk through blowing mists, unseen.

~

Maybe the reason

Trump often nods off is due

to all these late night visits.

October begins

to look to November for

some help in cooling things off.

~

November, being

heated by partisan strife,

leaves cooling to December.

Sunlight warms the skin

Gentle breezes cool its kiss

Fallen leaves crunch beneath feet

~

October morning

walk leaves us feeling refreshed

and ready to go.

Winter begins to

whisper in Fall’s ear: it’s time

to show what you are made of.

~

Blizzards, Snow, and Ice;

Everything’s a higher price.

That’s what the future’s made of.

A door is a door!

I don’t care how often Ford

tells me it’s a jar.

~

There’s no arguing

with cars theses days, They’re always

sure that they know best.

How low can their ads

go? Check out Ohio for

their subterranean ploy.

~

In midwestern states,

vitriolic wells run deep.

That’s where the best crude is found.

“All press is good press”

implies that someone, somewhere,

equates fame with infamy.

~

There are those who would

strongly prefer infamy

to invisibility.

Knox and his cohorts

refuse to accept any

need for change in their schedule.

~

Determination

and its adjective dogged

go together with good cause.

In isolation,

insecurities expand

to consume all happy thoughts.

~

Isolation can

be a balm to those who are

overly involved.

Trump stepped outside and

voila! Everything turned gold-

a sight to behold!

~

“Midas! That loser!

Golden Food- so much better!

Golden Children- better too!”

Last call for ice cream

before the coming winter

makes frozen treats a challenge.

~

Winter has many

frozen outdoor treats that can

be quite challenging.

We sit and wait for

the day to make up its mind.

Will it rain or will it shine?

~

Indecision reigned

until after the sun set

leaving us all in the dark

That old garden rose

doesn’t bloom much anymore.

It’s basically a brier.

~

I wonder if there

is a metaphor hidden

within these three lines?

When much is said, but

little is done, Congress must

be in session once again.

~

Making much ado

is often orchestrated

by some bitter old Don John!

Drifting on the blue –

panoplies of fallen leaves

herald passage of the season.

~

Sky, water and ground

received trees’ many colored

gifts as summer changed to fall.

He could easily

be a front runner for an

ignoble peace prize.

~

If it doesn’t come

with a million dollar check

he ungraciously declines.

There’s a disconnect

in between reality

and what sounds good in his head.

~

The truth has no place

either in his head or his

version of reality.