When the need to be
right is so strong, how can we
ever admit we are wrong?
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When we surrender
ego in the name of peace,
we demonstrate divine strength.
When the need to be
right is so strong, how can we
ever admit we are wrong?
~
When we surrender
ego in the name of peace,
we demonstrate divine strength.
Can we, together,
like a band of brothers, stand
united despite wedges?
~
If that band also
includes sisters we can stand
united despite wedges.
What helps us open
our hearts when the first thing we
encounter is pain?
~
Water is made of
hydrogen and oxygen;
likewise love and pain make life.
Why do ladies dap
their wrists and necks with drops
of whale regurgitation?`
~
Why do gentlemen
persist in asking foolish
questions such as this?
If we don’t know if
we’re coming or going, what
exactly is it we know?
~
Listen! Your heart knows
emotions differ between
motion to and motion from.
If agony serves
us as proof of life, are you
living to your fullest yet?
~
Living life to its
fullest, we experience
both extremes and the middle.
When someone asks, “How
do you do?” is it ok
to let them know that you don’t?
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A “Howdie do” can
be courtesy or question.
Which can be hard to fathom.
Must we always rush
or can enough be enough
so we can enjoy the hush?
~
UnAmerican
questions such as these are proof
we need to guard our borders.
As we look ahead
to a new school year what would
be better to leave behind?
~
Car accidents and
shattered cell phone touch screens and
chronic procrastination.
How can flowers bloom
buffeted by ceaseless gales
mired in this vile sludge?
~
Is it our current
political climate of
which you poetically speak?
Has anyone tried
to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge
lately and did you buy it?
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I would rather buy
a “bridge to nowhere” than one
that would take me to Brooklyn.
Will happiness be
found in some abandoned place
far from internets and memes?
~
What if it turns out
we are the abandoned place
where happiness lies waiting?
It’s Twenty Sixteen,
but why does it seem more like
Nineteen Eighty- Four?
~
Now, is the hour
of our discontent, beneath
Big Brother’s scornful scowl!
Does summer’s swelter
only saturate the skin
Or also soak the spirit?
~
Summer saturates
and simultaneously
inflames, but what can we do?
If there’s no money
in it, why do we poets
not cease and desist?
~
We poets scribble
just because we are alive.
We’ll desist when we’re deceased!
What greater pleasure
than awakening at home
after those lengthy travels?
~
Perhaps the heartfelt,
tail wagging, joyful greeting
from four-legged family.
How many Donald
Trump supporters does it take
to change a light bulb?
~
More interestingly,
how many does it take to
make that dim bulb bright again.
As the work week nears,
how can we suppress the dread
of that approaching grindstone?
~
There are those who say
to embrace the dread instead.
Do you think they’re fey?
If time and tide wait
for no man, should we women
go ahead and seize the day?
~
Perhaps you women
can seize upon the rising
tide, turning time’s tiny hands.
Can we take this peace,
in which we have been basking,
with us when we re-engage?
~
We’ll know the answer
when the rubber hits the road
on the drive back home.
How do we betray
ourselves? Can we count the ways
or should we simply deny?
~
From our darkest fears
and with infantile faith,
we place our trust foolishly.
Did you enjoy it?
Abdicating to the young,
watching him pontificate?
~
It’s not the young I
find hard to take. Nope, it’s those
who claim to be well-seasoned.
Have you noticed how
time expands and contracts with
the changing beat of our hearts
~
Rhythms of nature
manifest in the pulsing
of seasons and ebbing tides.
Is the quietude
that we both are finding here
affecting our attitude?
~
In this quietude
I let myself lose my voice
in order to find it again.
Amid the endless
flurry of words, how do we
find our way to clarity?
~
Flowery verbiage
and fiery rhetoric
are designed to sway the mind!
Shall we write, basking
in sun warmed sands, seeking
serenity, or just read?
~
Just so it doesn’t
involve arithmetic, we’re
sure to find serenity.
If we were able
to seize the day, what would we
catch? What would we do with it?
~
Today, I would seize
a much needed vacation:
catch warm sun and cooling breeze.
How do we foster
motivation for mindless,
merciless, miscellany ?
~
First we hire Trump,
a specialist in mindless,
merciless, miscellany.
Don’t you think by now
brown cow would have learned how or
at least asked for help?
~
She’s been longing to,
but her tongue’s been tied with grass.
So, her wish goes unheeded.
Might this election,
someday, be chronicled as
our nation’s bildungsroman?
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If votes are cast from
love, not fear, this could well be
a coming of age story.