Floating in silence,
adrift in introspection,
is it peace we seek herein?
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Whatever it is
we seek in such a space, may
we bring it forth with grace.
Floating in silence,
adrift in introspection,
is it peace we seek herein?
~
Whatever it is
we seek in such a space, may
we bring it forth with grace.
Technology – friend
or enemy of our need
to be connected?
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A tool is a tool.
A friend in the wisest hand;
enemy held by a fool.
And again we come
upon a beginning’s end.
How will, forward, our way wend?
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Endings can be hard.
We may need to pause before
we start to begin again.
What are things coming
to when so many things seem
to be going bad?
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When “from bad to worse”
seem to be the rule du jour,
we must keep our spirits pure.
Temperatures rise.
But why does this correlate
to a falling, moody, state?
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I don’t know, but could
it be a reluctance to
return to ordinary?
Caught between post snow
and pre, what advice do you
have for me and thee?
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When life bends you low,
like an over burdened tree,
shedding snow will set us free.
Weather patterns shift
How can we prepare ourselves
whether patterns shift or not?
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What is it they say?
For best results prepare for
the worst and hope for the best.
Sweet togetherness –
how long before we long for
solitude amidst the snow?
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There’s no solitude
for all these drifted snowflakes
frozen here, all together.
When silent, falling
flakes begin to pile high,
do our restless spirits fly?
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Our restless spirits
fly the coop and find refuge
in the silent fall of snow.
Wintry weeks can be
blah and bleak. How can we find
the dash and color we seek?
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Perhaps a scarlet
flash dashing from limb to limb
will flush this bleak winter slush.
Golden Carp cares naught
for national politics.
Is he wrong to swim at peace?
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If we didn’t carp
about politics, perhaps
we’d be at peace too.
How can we believe
negativity doesn’t
pay when money’s raised on it?
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If it bleeds, it leads:
journalistic truism.
Politics is just the same.
Do you have to be
“antisocial” in order
to be “anti socialist”?
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This is a question
well worth pondering which means
the media won’t.
If Polyanna
and Trump walked into a bar,
what would they each drink?
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It’s less a matter
of “what”, than whether it can
quench the unquenchable thirst.
How many times do
we turn the other cheek when
we only have two?
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It’s not the number
of cheeks that count, but rather,
all the turnings that matter.
What do you expect
from life’s giant chocolate box
ever since we lost the lid?
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I guess there’ll be no
cover-up so at least we’ll
have transparency.
How can we reclaim
misplaced dreams and gently bring
them into reality?
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Manifestation
of our many dreams, misplaced,
takes all Shiva’s strength and grace.
As days grow longer
And night, increasingly brief,
how can we escape from grief?
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Be it day or be
it night, there’s no escaping
grief. Give up the flight.
When ill winds blow fierce
and hard, where should we turn for
comfort and shelter?
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From caves to condos,
from palaces to pup tents,
heart builds ingenious shelters.
Why is schadenfreude
so much more satisfying
than the kinder mudita?
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When we are deeply
satisfied ourselves, we grieve
for and rejoice with others.
If we keep singing
do you think the rain will fall
fast asleep at last?
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If the tune is right,
falling rain will harmonize
lulling all in blissful sleep.
When vultures circle
patiently above the maimed,
do we label them evil?
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A certain Martin
is aptly labeled evil
and is also charged with fraud.
Do you really think
it’s a sign of weakness to
be the first to blink?
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Some may perceive strength
in those who are slow to blink…
or… it might be Parkinson’s.
How do you assist
those in need of assistance
when they won’t assist themselves?
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We can offer but
not insist, allowing them
freedom to resist.
Am I daft or not
to hope that mind and heart may
come together and bring peace?
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Hope is never daft
but faith won’t guarantee
peaceful unification
Why does sudden snow,
unexpectedly falling,
buoy my spirits upward?
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Perhaps it takes you
back to times when things were more
simple and a lot more fun.
How can we condone
active acts of violence
and follow the Prince of Peace?
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Perhaps “free will” means
hypocrisy is a choice
unwise folk are free to make
Will they never learn
they can’t build themselves up by
tearing other people down?
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Learning and building
aren’t what the “they” of whom you
speak seek. They prefer what’s cheap.
Can teenage mortals
ever learn that there’s a vast
realm beyond cell phones?
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There are realms beyond,
but so many realms within.
With luck they’ll find a balance.
Weekend once again
and yet, will there be a chance
for true rest from our labors?
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The solution rests
on whether we can give our
accustomed doing a rest.