Now that July is
finally saying goodbye,
what would be a good send-off?
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Whatever we try,
it will be with a dry eye,
giving July the brush-off.
Now that July is
finally saying goodbye,
what would be a good send-off?
~
Whatever we try,
it will be with a dry eye,
giving July the brush-off.
Which do you prefer,
After the rainfall’s ending
Or before the coming night?
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It is hard to choose
between afters and befores
when both can be so sweet.
Ambiguity
reigns, don’t you think, with phrases
such as “There’s no place like home.”.
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Relativism
Is hardly ambiguous;
It’s the American Way.
How can you tell the
honest explanation from
callous justifications?
~
Often brevity
or tone signal the speaker’s
authentic intent.
Tell me, my poet
friend, do you think folks mostly
do the best they can?
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Good folk do their best,
but greedy folk make their buck
at the cost of all the rest.
Pray tell me, will you,
in this era of sound bytes,
where have all the Statesmen gone?
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The answer, my friend,
is blowing in the wind
along with all those flowers.
Why do they call it
“common courtesy” when it’s
all too uncommon?
~
Irony perhaps?
But “Congressional Restraint”
seems more Oxymoronic.
In early morning,
when the bed’s summons beckons,
is it pointless to resist?
~
To such a question
I can ask an equally
pointed one, “Why do you ask?”
How many hornet’s
nests can one politician
kick before he’s badly stung?
~
The courtesy shown
lawyers by sharks may save that
politician from the sting.
When the wind rises
and storm warnings are posted,
must we all seek safe harbor?
~
Prudence is itself
an act of valor often
underrated and unsung.
Tell me, dear poet,
what do you do when your muse
is on vacation?
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Eat, drink, and relax.
A vacationing muse sings
a peaceful healing ballad.
When the weather cools
during this blazing season,
what is the best reaction?
~
When blazing days grow
cool, don’t pause to ask questions,
just answer with gratitude.
If you had a chance
to make a real difference,
where would you begin?
~
Every one of us
will make a real difference
in all the lives that we touch.
Truth and opinion
both clouded my history;
how can we know what is what?
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Truth is what remains
when everything cloudy has
been allowed to drift away.
Why is it so hard
to hear the truth when spoken
from the mouths of enemies?
~
We are conditioned
to believe the enemy
always lies by bad leaders.
When in the course of
Human events,misanthropes
Grow grim, and do what?
~
What they don’t do is
pledge their Lives,Fortunes,and their
sacred Honor to each other.
,
Where oh where has my
young son gone, where oh where can
he possibly be?
~
Grown old and jaded
everyone, bitter and
salty, as the sea.
What if money did
grow on trees – would we change our
currency to leaves?
~
Smarter people would
invest in groves; the greedy
would denude the whole forest.
If delusion is
belief despite evidence,
what then could faith be?
~
For some,trust in what
can’t be seen is delusion;
for others it’s simply faith.
What is it about
the sound of crickets that stirs
such simple longing?
~
Like punctuation,
crickets chirping lends structure
to timeless, silent evenings.
Where does logic go
when desire ventures out
from beneath that heavy rock?
~
Logic wants to know
what desire was doing
under that rock anyway.
Could you tell me why
we have to have July with
its heat, mosquitoes, and flies?
~
So we can look back
with longing fond affection
once August invades in force.
Given this horrid
summer inferno, how do
we refrain from eruption?
~
If every day we
let off a little steam, we
might prevent an eruption.
When we seem to be
going nowhere fast, should we
switch direction or change speed?
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Changing direction
or changing velocity
will not change destination.
When lives fall apart,
how do we reconcile
what is with what was?
~
Sometimes willingness,
courage, and grace are all we
have to see us through.
How might we look past
the ridiculous and find
the truly sublime?
~
The subliminal
message is often hidden
within ridiculousness.
How can we declare
Our independence from blind
demagogues and their dogma?
~
If we acknowledge
our interdependence, we
will see independently.
If we can’t see out
far and we can’t see in deep
why do we bother?
~
Foresight and insight
shine in contradistinction
to insidious hindsight.
But why must we hear
all of these bogus tall tales
from the mouths of candidates?
~
They can tell those tall
tales, but nothing says we have
to take the time to listen.
How long must we wait
until we’re willing to hear
everyone’s story?
~
Not all tales merit
an ear but the sooner we
listen, the more we can learn.