Witches and goblins
are on the loose, so why
are we opening our doors?
~
Leave a little milk
for those wee spirits most fey.
That will keep those haints at bay!
Witches and goblins
are on the loose, so why
are we opening our doors?
~
Leave a little milk
for those wee spirits most fey.
That will keep those haints at bay!
When it comes to art,
is it easy to discern
masterpieces from doodles?
~
One man’s masterpiece
is another man’s doodle,
so it’s up to you to say.
If a little dab
will do ya, why insist on
trying to get more?
~
Some smarmy greasers
want the whole enchilada;
less will never do!
Somehow we have slid
quietly into year three.
Can you believe this journey?
~
I never would have
thought such an unlikely pair
as we would get to year three.
When old solutions
to current problems don’t work,
why do some still turn to Trump?
~
It is often said
“Expecting different results
from the same old thing is nuts!”
Now that the masters
are clutching their pretty prize,
can we all get back to work?
~
As every mother
knows, the work’s never done and
prizes are seldom given.
Whose idea was it
that pumpkins were better
used as lanterns than as pie?
~
Once, in the old world,
turnips served as spirit wards.
New worlds require bigger.
Must we jump through hoops,
like packs of well trained puppies,
to earn meaningless awards?
~
You can look before
you leap and decide, hoops or
no hoops, what’s worth jumping for.
When there’s no there there,
should you turn to Fox News in
hopes they’ll find something?
~
Since the only news
you’ll ever find on Fox News
is all propaganda; no.
As Autumn mists rise
and leaves begin to color,
can we enjoy the changing?
~
Color me full of
joy at the prospect of change
after a heated summer.
Isn’t our country
great? Even an idiot
can run for public office.
~
I’ll reserve judgement
until checks and balances
prove they work to good effect.
When we exercise
those old creative muscles,
does just our vision sharpen?
~
What grew dormant springs
into life at the first twitch
of those old muscles.
When we look into
the future, what happens to
this moment right now?
~
When looking ahead,
it’s easy to overlook
today and forget the past.
In this day and age
of instant news and sound bites
who would welcome the limelight?
~
For some the only
worthy news is news of them
in limelit splendor.
If our head is in
the clouds and our feet are on
the ground, where’s our heart?
~
Soaring in between
solid ground and whispy dreams
having taken joyous flight.
Can we seek the joy
that’s been manifested by
unlikely combinations?
~
Joy can be found in
many combinations – some
likely and some not so much.
Doesn’t how we get
there help determine whether
we should even make the trip?
~
The means of travel
distinguishes a mere trip
from an epic adventure.
Parenting is hard.
Without a united front,
Is it even possible?
~
We parents need all
the help we can get. We give
thanks for loving villages.
If a sharp change in
weather affects car tires,
what is its effect on us?
~
When the weather cools
we can feel deflated too
until we turn up the heat.
When contemplating
spirals, is it better to
focus on inward turnings?
~
Focusing on both
movement in and movement out
is best for spirals and breath.
As the chaos fades,
have we gleaned any wisdom
from surviving the Tempest!
~
Have no fear even
though chaos is ever near,
Trump may bigly disappear.
Any advice for
how to find shelter amidst
a hurricane of harsh words?
~
Construct fortresses
of thickened hide, present the
other cheek, await November.
How can you respond
when a long time, cherished, friend
propagates propaganda?
~
We can hold open
our hearts while disowning our
friend’s propaganda.
When Christmas begins
in late September, what is
left for December?
~
What remains is that
which December always brings,
cold and snow and frigid dark.
Will donning the yoke,
though pleasing to the ploughman,
ever really please the horse?
~
Workhorses sometimes
don the yoke to survive and
learn to put pleasure aside.
They say one measure
of a man is how he treats
his dog. What say you?
~
Measured temperament
displayed both to man and beast
will prove a man’s full measure.
When inner tempests
remain despite autumn sun,
what else might shake the maelstrom?
~
Sometimes tempests aren’t
shaken by looking high. Go
slow, dive deep, look low.
When pots are calling
kettles black, have we entered
Donald’s fine kitchen?
~
It’s all another
integral, tasty, part of
America’s fine cuisine.
Rising and shining
has become a thing of dread.
How can we brighten the son?
~
Surely such a task,
dear son, requires baby
steps. Just begin by rising.
Why do we wish for
perfection when it’s the flaws
that make us human?
~
Simple folk believe
recognizing their mistakes
somehow reduces their worth.