“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.

An execution

live streamed as entertainment?

Have these guys no shame?

~

Bread and Circuses;

the Masses love their blood sports:

Trump and Caligula know!

We’ve all got shadows

locked away within ourselves,

acknowledged or not.

~

If there are shadows,

there also is light – something

we often forget.

How many lies can

one man tell before he can’t

gilt his guilt any longer?

~

He’s just gearing up

for his next bestselling book:

“The Art of the Lie”

Today finds me a

most unlikely memoirist

with naught positive to pen.

~

Are you sure your pen

will have sufficient ink to

record all that messy stuff?

All this time moms thought

they had something to do with

their self-made sons’ creation.

~

All those Bootstrap boys

somehow manage to forget

those who gave them their first boot.

Seems it don’t take much

to invite a cold to take

root and prosper in my head.

~

Inflammatory

acts like this are trade marks of

all such viruses.

Even in the rain

Autumn’s gold shines through, giving

our spirits a lift.

~

And the rain held off

until the parade ended,

and picnickers, under tent!

If heaven exists,

and all righteous souls go there,

would not one redeem the damned?

~

Redemption requires

an open heart and mind. It

can be refused or received.

To lie or not to

lie ? That isn’t a question

he bothers to ask.

~

It’s sadly refreshing,

his foregone dishonesty,

like a long-born injury

I know of a man

who adores all Trumpery

knowing it’s named after him

~

He’s happiest when

his name is trumpeted far

and wide -music to his ears.

Among the many

pleasures of growing old is

counting the times you were right.

~

I’m glad an upside

exists, since it’s well hidden

from a youthful sixty two.

Some say, ”In Due Time”,

meaning when the time is right;

others, “I Procrastinate”.

~

To do or not to

do, that is the question with

different responses.

The wind rushes in

and gives the trees a shake telling

them to dance and sway.

~

Nine out of ten trees

prefer gentle caresses

to demanding shakes.

Could it possibly

be, what we call, poetry’s

a symptom of depression?

~

It’s not a symptom,

but rather an expression

of the poet’s pain and joy.

I wonder what that

blue jay said to the cardinal

that made him fly off?

~

Whatever it was,

this Blue Jay wishes he knew.

Cardinals I know, gots to go!

Who will carry on

when our mentors retire

if we’re not mentor ready?

~

You become your own

mentor and become one to

others who need one.

When will he ever

learn, that buffoon whose mouth moves

even though his brain has stopped?

~

Like rusty old pipes

clogged with hate and hardened fat

who’ve never known a plumber.

A single kind word

or an unselfish action

will keep many warm for years.

~

In a world grown harsh

and cold we need selfless acts

and kind words more than ever.

Unruly rulers

leave havoc in their wake though

one of them can’t stay awake.

~

Is it possible

that our nation is best led

when he’s asleep at the wheel?