When Virginia has
sunlit, humidity-free
days, let’s stop and play.
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Because there’s no chance
that this stellar weather will
wait for us to get off work.
When Virginia has
sunlit, humidity-free
days, let’s stop and play.
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Because there’s no chance
that this stellar weather will
wait for us to get off work.
With time this short,
and endless tasks a’looming,
can we hope to catch our breath?
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Especially when
time is short and endless tasks
are looming, we must pause, breathe.
Speaking of mettle,
when did we switch from playing
the game to gaming the play?
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Every casino
owner knows about gaming
the odds for fun and profit.
Just facing long odds,
those impossible hurdles,
proves our mettle, win or lose.
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When facing the odds
our mettle is forged by the
way we choose to play the game.
Let’s find joy even
when things don’t go our way. Let’s
try what seems impossible.
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Impossible tasks
can become a source of joy,
but only when completed.
When he can’t be sure,
at least he cultivates an
appearance of certainty.
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When appearance is
everything certain truths are
no longer self-evident.
When the golden rule
has been replaced by the rule
of gold, what have we become?
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That golden luster
seduces both hearts and minds
and thus, tarnishes the soul.
Again, mean spirits
may yet be the salvation
of the hungry, poor, and meek.
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Didn’t we learn that in
two Corinthians touted
by Trump and his ilk?
When all is said and
nothing consecutive is done,
could it be Trump is tweeting?
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All bark and no bite
is a common hallmark of
yapping dogs with tiny paws.
Does retirement
seem to loom, large and dreadful,
or seem a friend, come to stay?
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It all depends on
who you ask – the one who is
retiring or the spouse.
What can we do when
storms rage around us and our
president tweets and twitters?
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Reaping the whirlwind
takes on a fresher meaning
when he sows discordant seeds.
Wouldn’t it be great
if life came with a laugh track
to tell us when to smile?
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Not really – I don’t
want to laugh or smile by
suggestion or on command.
How many roads must
a dog owner walk before
his dog takes a dump?
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The answer, my friend,
will be hiding in the leaves
before your long walk is through.
Going off half cocked
rarely solves any problems
but it makes life interesting.
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Half-cocked solutions
lose their appeal unless your
name is Donald Trump.
What if we brought the
refreshing rain of reason
to our national discourse?
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Those able to think
will rise above the muddy
flood of hostile rhetoric.
Dare we close our eyes
lest violent hatered becomes
the new American pass time?
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Let’s dare to use the
disarming practice of love
and sensible gun control.
If you voted in
the primaries, you could have
a chance to second your choice.
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Always choose to vote
even if there is no chance
your choice will be seconded.
Do you feel the Pulse,
echoing within your soul,
fresh, now, as a year ago?
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Last year’s Orlando
tragedy still echoes strong,
unfixed by presidential tweets.
Whistle while you work
and your bored coworkers can
either rage or sing along.
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When the song is done
and your coworkers still sing,
how can we regain silence?
When apathy strikes,
is it just a passing fad
or a taste of entropy
~
Individual
indifference can lead to
systemic breakdown.
When life tosses us
a sailing frisbee of joy,
let’s catch it and pass it on.
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And when life hurls us
huge steaming piles of dung,
dodge it like a congressmen.
When we wear more hats
than Bartholemew Cubbins
how can we not lose our heads?
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While wearing those hats,
we can keep ahead if we
root ourselves in heart and soul.
Where will he go and
what will he find when power
and money are no refuge?
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Perhaps he can lease
a substandard apartment
in Jarred’s Baltimore slum?
When endless running
fails to produce a result,
where should we put our best foot?
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Endless running gets
us nowhere, so lets put our
feet up and see what’s right here.
Do you think we can
leave our bad moods behind if
we see beauty before us?
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Walking in beauty
is more a matter of choice
than about a location.
L’ Appel du vide.
Can’t they tell what they’re hearing
in his condescending voice?
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When his voice calls from
the great void that is his mind,
his followers leap off cliffs.
This parenting stuff –
what wisdom have you gained from
your time of boots on the ground?
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I find boots are best
firmly planted on the ground
rather than on the buttocks.
Some must have their way
regardless the horrid price.
One more Pyrrhic victory.
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Sometimes we have to
lose the battle to win the
war with others and ourselves.
Do you think the moon
whispers secrets to the stars
as we lie asleep?
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As we lay sleeping
celestial conferences
ebb and flow above our bed.
Reaping the whirlwind
takes such a ferocious toll,
do we care who sowed the wind?
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What matters most when
whirlwinds rage is compassion
joined with clarity.