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?

Now that we’re both here,

with our writing hats on tight,

on what shall we pen our will?

~

The heart was willing,

but the rest the rest of the body

just couldn’t be found.

As the mind wandered

here, there, and everywhere, it

missed its date with poetry.

~

 Wandering bodies

also somehow got sidetracked.

Is the world any the worse?

Live in harmony

with all God’s little creatures

‘til they gnaw the car’s brake lines.

~

It’s surely time for

them to put an end to such

destructive shenanigans.

Disaster relief

will be available if

you vote as he wants.

~

Bigly promises,

a sop to foolish masses,

never come to fruition.