With summer almost
upon us, any advice
for kids and parents?
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Find the time to break
away from work and go play
together sometime each day.
With summer almost
upon us, any advice
for kids and parents?
~
Find the time to break
away from work and go play
together sometime each day.
Oh, the aroma
of peach and hickory smoke
rising slowly from the grill.
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A time of year filled
with enticing smells making
mouths water and stomachs growl.
Who do you think will
ultimately win this late
spring tug of war, sun or rain?
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Although wind and rain
may seem to carry the day,
in the end, the sunshine wins.
Any brief reprieve
from welcome summer swelter
may bring unwelcome relief.
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Masochists welcome
summer swelter and bewail
relief even if it’s brief.
When an attack on
the press becomes physical,
brutality trumps reason.
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In Big Sky Country,
brutality is common
frequently without reason.
Must we educate
our children to fear and hate
instead of to love and care?
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Fear and hate stifle
curiosity, deaden
the souls of teachers and taught.
Maybe it’s better
to lay off when my mondo
partner is laid low.
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Wasting breath on verse
even to one’s dying gasp
is a mark of high regard.
When the crud’s creeping,
smothering each breath beneath
wheezing, what is one to do?
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One rests, takes prescribed
medication, types their post,
struggles with crudulity.
How many guns do
we have to sell in order
to buy hearts and minds?
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Hearts and minds are bought
by offering open hearts
and holding our minds open.
It’s easier to call
all the shots from your arm chair.
Have you found this true, Donald?
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He doesn’t sit still,
they say. He shoots from the hip
as he slithers, tweets, and twitters.
Do those in power
have the heart to do not what’s
expedient, but what’s right?
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Power is heartless.
It requires direction
to produce meaningful work.
How far can you push
a bruised and fractured ego
before all reason tatters?
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Also how far can
such an ego push before
national patience shatters?
A diagnostic
field day has been graciously
provided by our president.
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Leaving armchair shrinks
ample room to speculate
on the madness of the chief.
With Mueller mulling
over all sins great and small,
will we learn the honest truth?
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For the first time since
this season’s sins began, hope
for an honest outcome springs.
Amid all his tweets
and twitters do you ever
get the shakes and shivers?
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That twittering tit,
such a narcissistic nit,
leads us to shivering fits!
At this hectic pace,
is it any wonder we
crave a hole to hide within?
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If we want our world
to slow its spin, it’s about
time we look within.
Ok, let’s review.
What is it that happens when
good men do nothing?
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Evil has a chance
to reign triumphant, at least
that’s what tea party signs say.
This glowing sunset
renews the weary spirit
after a day of showers.
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So mesmerized was
I by sunset’s renewing
glow, I let all worry go.
What do we do when
we’re waylaid by wandering
minstrels of untruth?
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Strike up the band,
play them an honest ballad,
and sing them right out of town.
The fastest sprinter
can’t outrun a tsunami
if he can’t find the high ground.
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And neither can he
plumb the depths if it turns out
no depth can be found.
What fires is he
trying to put out when he
fires his fire fanner?
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Perhaps he just likes
the sound his vocal cords make
when he utters, “You’re fired.”
Why must some stake out
little bits of turf and fight
to the death defending them?
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If we could figure
out the why maybe we would
not need the why and wherefore.
Have we elected
a wizard as president
or have we merely gone to Oz?
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Just so we pull back
that blasted emerald curtain,
it will all work out!
Eyes deceived by nose.
The fragrance of privet lends
luster to a wilted rose.
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In time our eyes will
see what that sweet smell conceals –
privet’s take-over attempt.
What can we do to
stay afloat when the House of
Reps threatens to sink our boat?
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We can stay afloat
if we all get out and vote
in a tide that lifts all boats.
Amorous chorus
Echoing though the forest
Treefrog serenade
If there is no good
and neither is there evil,
upon what can we rely?
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You might ask Nietzsche,
alone on a mountain top,
beyond good and evil.
Frost said, “Something there
is that doesn’t love a wall.”
but what does a poet know?
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Some poets know much
both of love and walls they say
“Good fences make good neighbours.”
On this sunny morn,
with these delightful breezes,
how can one be grim?
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Ah, if one really
tries, grimness is only a
few negative thoughts away.
What might a poet
and a politician have
to say to one another?
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Whatever they say,
neither one will comprehend
as they speak in different tongues.