Is writing poems
this election season just
fiddling while Rome burns?
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Poets may put out
the fire when voters are
asleep at the switch.
Is writing poems
this election season just
fiddling while Rome burns?
~
Poets may put out
the fire when voters are
asleep at the switch.
Walking in the woods
always fosters inner peace.
Why is that the case?
~
Don’t ask me, ask that
bear. He just dined on several
walkers thus inclined.
When what we see is
not what we get is someone
running for office?
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Either that or else
ad-men are having their way
with someone’s breakfast food.
When a two year old
greets heads of state in his robe,
can he have a normal life?
~
Robed or unrobed, two
year olds greeting heads of state
say goodbye to normal life.
Any suggestions
on how elders can best cope
with youthful indiscretions?
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Just harken back to
your many youthful follies
and remember, you survived.
Why do words alone
fail to snare the attention
of the common man?
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Perhaps the common
man is wise enough to know
words don’t always make it so.
If Shakespeare was right,
why do we insist the fault
lies in the stars, not in us?
~
Shakespeare placed his faith
in “Deus ex machina”;
and so, therein, lies the fault.
When considering
exploitation of heaven,
shouldn’t we explore it first?
~
What? And ruin our
hard-earned reputation of
looting before we look?
Once we’ve poisoned our
land, air, and water, will we
seek refuge in yonder stars?
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If history repeats,
we’ll be seeking yonder stars
for resources, not refuge.
If compassion can
help the world be safe, why do
we resort to force?
~
Some say “might makes right”
but taking force from the fight
lifts compassion to new heights.
Who defines courage,
Those who observe bravery,
Or those who brave through their fear?
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Those whose song springs from
the heart and who carry on
from there are called courageous.
When minds are drowning
in fear-filled chatter, how
can we rescue them?
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Turn off the spigot,
let the hatred drain away,
and remember that we’re loved.
When Russia rattles
sabers and candidates blab,
who’s on deck to keep us safe?
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When leaders falter,
we the people must lead them
with reason and open hearts.
If Donald advised
us to choose wealth or wisdom
which would out-trump the other?
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The wise man would choose
wisdom, the wealthy man wealth,
the rest work too hard to choose.
Do you agree that
apathy and silence is
synonymous with consent?
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Indeed, this is true,
which is why we must create
a stir, vote, and speak.
During big winds should
we slow our breath so as not
to add to the disturbance?
~
When big winds blow hard,
we must shout all the louder
to be heard amid the din.
Is there greater joy
than witnessing the union
of two young people in love?
~
That joy could increase
on the day we see the love
of two bring forth a new life.
As the days pass by
will we increase in wisdom
or just put in time?
~
If we put in time
on the quest to seek wisdom,
days will pass, assuredly.
Has the risk of frost
finally passed us by at last,
or will frigid hearts prevail?
~
The greatest risk might
be when a frigid heart is
joined to a hot head.
Even the weather
can’t make up its mind so what
can mere mortals do?
~
Bluster like the wind,
and blow about endlessly
in ceaseless vacillation?
Can we handle frost,
with spring so firmly rooted
and new life all around us?
~
What’s new often gets
a frosty reception, but
if we’re rooted, we’ll spring back.
If the game is rigged
and those in the know control
data flow, what can we do?
~
Kirk knew what to do;
rewrite a code or two
like “Kobayashi Maru”!
When fatigue sets in
and the will to move falters,
Can a weekend recharge us?
~
A weekend recharge
may help, but changing “will” to
“want” works much better.
When so much is in
the hands of so few, what are
the rest of us to do?
~
Since they have small hands,
we build vast fortunes on what
trickles between their fingers.
In rising springtime,
when all is green and blooming,
why do some feel such unease?
~
We might interpret
stirrings of new beginnings
as discomfort and unease.
How can we repay
acts of kindness from strangers?
Are sincere thank yous enough?
~
When you can’t give back,
for whatever the reason,
you can always give forward.
Must there really be
So little civil discourse
About civil liberties?
~
Few civilities
remain after so many
liberties have been taken.
If poets go with
the flow, what becomes of shore
and river beds?
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Shores and beds both serve
to slow the poet’s flowing,
allowing time to eddy.
As we rush about
in our busy “daytime jobs”,
can we find inspiration?
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It’s said that a true
poet can be inspired
even by mosquito bites.
If we could get clear
why we’re looking for a thing
would we still want it?
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Clarity may kill
desire, yet crystallize
all those unmet needs.