At the close of some

overcast and rainy days –

 unexpected pots of gold.

~

In the fading light

luminescent puddles shine

in the evening afterglow.

Please find a new lens;

chromatic aberration

has tinged our world red and blue.

~

And yellow too. So

few have the courage to seek

and speak what is simply true.

What rough beast slouched his

way to West Virginia to

speak crassly to the Boy Scouts?

~

Vile toads that croak

crassly to the darkest cess 

lingering from bygone days.

One drop, another,

and all clarity dissolves,

replaced by pleasant bokeh.

~

  A lens that creates

a pleasing out-of-focus

blur –  a politician’s dream

As summer swelters

and the undrained swamp boils,

what bubbles to the surface?

~

That undrained swamp

is full of Russian waters

from presidential quarters.

What if he opened

his heart instead of grabbing

others’ body parts?

~

Assuming he could find

his tiny heart to open,

he’d have his hands full with pain.

The sound machine roars

drowning out the cries of folk

trying to meet basic needs.

~

Round and round it goes

distracting many folks from

what’s right before them.

Incoherency 

can pay if clarity would

make you look the fool.

~

More obfuscation

can not cloud the obvious;

there’s still lipstick on that pig.

Why must people use

 unnecessary verbiage

when silence can speak volumes.

~

It’s obvious we

need to turn the volume down

and sometimes off is better.

Any words to help 

us remember we are part

of a larger whole?

~

I don’t do uplift.

This political climate;

I’m trancechannelling Eyore.

When sticky wetness

rules these nasty summer days

can we hope to find relief?

~

If you stick inside

you might find relief but be

bored beyond belief.

Sometimes bad bills don’t

make their way through Congress for

all the wrong reasons.

~

But rarely does good

legislation progress

despite ample benefit.

Morologia

flows frequently and freely

from alabaster abodes.

~

Foolish talking (yes,

my fellow poet, I looked

it up) flows from all of us.

When the captain of

the ship loses his compass,

what should the crew do?

~

Captain Queeg’s guys knew

exactly what they must do

to save their ship from the storm.

Evening quietude,

soaking in the dusky balm,

is this true serenity?

~

When serenity

comes, it comes unannounced and

fills us with a quiet peace.

If we’re judged by the

company we keep, why don’t

they ask saints to the White House?

~

Because those Saints know,

judged also, will they too be

by the company they keep.

Taking a night off

from all higher mind pursuits

to watch mindless cinema.

~

Sometimes the best thing

we can do is flip the off 

switch, take a break, and not do.

Are true believers

willing to accept each and

every lie they’re told?

~

They savor bitter 

earthy acid, so they say,

like all IPA drinkers.

When reality

clouds and lines begin to blur,

how do we know where we stand?

~

A relaxed focus

helps us see clouds, ground and self,

bringing us reality.

Surely something is

askew when we find ourselves

servants to our pets.

~

To what high purpose

may mere humans aspire

than serving pets, I ask you?

May we not trifle

poolside for endless hours

as we did in yesteryear?

~

Permission granted,

my dear son. You’ve spent many

hours slaving in the sun.

Why do we sometimes

have so much trouble taking

‘yes’ for an answer?

~

Listening to “yes”

can be tough fare to swallow

after long diets of “no”.

What is more soothing

to a stiff, aching body,

than a calm day in the sun?

~

Immersion in light

 and warmth can help ease aches of

mind, body, and soul.

When the music stops

and we have all gone home, what

will we take with us?

~

Resonating beats,

lyrics that speak to our heart,

and lifetimes of memories.

Not all tsunami

come from undersea earthquakes;

some rise from deeper waters.

~

And not all fires

can be put out with watered

down attempts at empathy.

What do you think? Are

the fireworks over or

have they just begun?

~

When everyone’s guns

are locked, loaded, and ready,

more fireworks are certain.

Is there any peace

from the unceasing chaos

of a home with teenagers.

~

Peace with teenagers –

as unlikely as chaos

without Donald Trump.

Today I declare

my independence from all

presidential tweets.

~

And from servitude

to the casual whimsy

of all mean spirited men.

When barbecue smoke

rises into summer skies,

is this true independence?

~

Smoke signals galore

mark our independence from

ye old kitchen stove.

Have you ever tried

to tiptoe through the tulips?

And if you did, why?

~

I’d more likely trip

the light fantastic since I

tiptoe like an Angus Bull.