How does one remain
composed, even sort of sane
when confronting pain?
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An unexpected
sanity may come when our
hearts open as we suffer.
How does one remain
composed, even sort of sane
when confronting pain?
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An unexpected
sanity may come when our
hearts open as we suffer.
Could you tell me please
why we do things that make for
unease and disease?
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When puffing a fag
and chasing the rush, thoughts of
consequences are a drag.
What cost comes with fame,
but lost anonymity,
and, at what expense, success?
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Success has a price,
tis true. But I’d rather pay
my pittance than not be seen.
If you met a man
with seven wives would you think
you were headed to Saint Ives?
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Such vast abundance
of great connubial bliss,
surely gave Cornwall a miss!
When the heavens dance
with the Moon and Jupiter,
does it matter which one leads?
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When the heavens dance
with either one of these, it
matters not one whit who leads.
What does poetry
have to offer to a world
in such dire need?
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Though poetry can’t
change the world’s great need, it can
change the way the need’s perceived.
Why’s it always seem
that any decision made
will, consistently, be wrong?
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But you must decide.
For choosing not to decide
is another decision.
If some poets were
to run for president, what
would their slogan be?
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You can rest assured,
though they claim to love the truth,
lies and hatred will prevail.
When we are busy,
how best to avoid errors
brought about by rushing?
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To avoid saying
whoops, it might be best to pause
before jumping through those hoops.
If we could have known
in the past what we know now
would things be much different?
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Access forsight with
crystal balls and tarot cards…
Hindsight’s always much clearer.
Why are some content
with embracing other’s fears
without thinking for themselves?
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Feeling our fear, or
that of other’s is not as
hard as thought can be.
Is it a good sign
when we begin to look for
questions rather than answers?
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When asking questions
our minds remain open but
not so, when seeking answers.
When Bradford Pears bloom
and Cherry trees are budding,
how can snowfall be forecast?
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The influence
of climate change deniers
has bud-washed these trees.
When a zen master
said, “Don’t side with yourself,” was
he just trying to be difficult?
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The zen master knows
that there are no sides to take
in perfect states of being.
When these mean spirits
wrap themselves up in virtue,
how can we best redress them?
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The answer, my son,
is to find another line
and put them out of fashion.
The question remains –
who benefits when fear wins
and love is mocked as weakness?
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Weakness and fear are
all that remains when love is
mocked and questioned for profit.
What is the purpose
of putting nose to grindstone
except to ruin flour?
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Such activity
can also serve the purpose
of giving us daily bread.
When the pied piper’s
tune is finally over,
who will we follow sober?
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They who make outland
ish promises of grandness;
that’s the American way.
As home fires near
and adventure draws to a close
Is ennui avoidable?
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Ennui goes up in
flames when curiosity
takes the reins and guides us home.
Now that sun and fun
are done, will mundanities
beckon banished sanity?
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Perhaps sanity
can be reconstituted
with sun and fun included.
Can anything free
the minds of those securely
held hostage by fear?
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More importantly,
will those liberated souls
appreciate their release?
With sun and sea breeze
restoring aching spirits,
what will drag us back to blahs?
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Anticipation
of the blahs to come will wring
out the joy this moment brings.
When you consider
the focus of those manly
debates, what do you conclude?
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Testosterone must
be potent neurotoxin,
or stupidity abounds.
When our dreams take flight,
can we just travel with them,
or must we show them the way?
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Dreams are our pilots
and we are both passengers
and maintenance crew.
If Cruz and Trump were
lassoed by the truth, how would
they avoid being roped in?
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They fear naught! Even
Wonder Woman’s golden rope
could not lasso truth from them.
When the time arrives
to take flight and venture forth,
how know you, it’s time to fly?
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Sometimes we know and
sometimes we don’t, but it is
helpful to be pulled or pushed.
So, two poets walked
into a bar, looked at one
another and said…?
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Shall we have a Rye?
Or perhaps, just a good cry?
Politics led us awry!
When your fellow man
goes collectively insane,
Where’s the hope for the future?
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Hope is there, but not
in the lemming-like minds of
those willing to jump off cliffs.
When lies and mindless
rhetoric take center stage,
what is lying in the wings?
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And the Oscar for
Political Theater
Goes to the boldest liar