We may be out of
school, but there’s a lot to learn
that can’t be shared on twitter.
~
But all the wisdom
we post here on the daily
fits easily in a tweet.
We may be out of
school, but there’s a lot to learn
that can’t be shared on twitter.
~
But all the wisdom
we post here on the daily
fits easily in a tweet.
On a bell shaped curve
occupying both tail ends
is not a thing of pleasure.
~
No one likes where they
fall on such a curve. They think
it could always be better.
He looked everywhere
for happiness, thinking it
was somewhere out there.
~
But it wasn’t found
in Kansas or Missouri;
it was in him all along.
Being a sandwich
means you’ll be, forever, squeezed
between two crusty slices.
~
If you’re a sandwich,
my metaphor-loving son,
you’re the squeezer and the squeezed.
JDG
Peace of mind – how do
we find it in a world filled
with endless chatter?
~
Insist on silence.
Silent strolls through silent woods
with cell phones in silent mode.
My apologies
for the grimness yesterday;
it was the migraine talking.
~
With a migraine, you
still chose to join this noisy
bunch – that speaks volumes to me.
So, can we just say
a little bit of being
together goes a long way?
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If we knew today
was the last we had to live
is this how we would spend it?
As the sun descends
after another long day,
shall we not embrace the dark?
~
Evening and night hold
a gentle offering of
sanctuary at day’s end.
Can you tell me what
sun says to morning dew that
sets her ashiver?
~
His protestations
of hot incandescent love
reduce her to steamy vapors.
Thanksgiving’s approach,
for the over-functioner,
means more work than giving thanks.
~
Under-functioners
give thanks for their existence –
makes their own much easier.
Countdown to that time
of year when friends and family
gather and flaunt politics.
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Just keep “Uncle Don”
and his crotch-grabbing cronies
far from the children’s table!
How many times can
they paint unchanging landscapes
before the gallery revolts?
~
The landscapes, they are
a-changing even if the
big painters persist.
When we’re broken, friends
and family help us pick up
the pieces and help us mend.
~
But don’t expect that
help to come without a price;
sarcasm and snarky wit.
Why must tragedy
inevitably contrive
to strike amid swirling chaos?
~
Swirling chaos, love,
and tragedy intermingle –
such is the nature of life.
Since Moore is less, can
Alabama do what’s right
and remove the blight?
~
Kudzu is a blight
Alabama can’t remove;
a little Moore can’t be tough.
Young poets sent me
lyrical birthday greetings.
What else could a man ask for?
~
There’s nothing better
than personally crafted
messages from the young.
On this your birthday
please share the profundities
you’ve learned through these many years.
~
After many turns
round about this yellow star,
I’ve yet to learn very much.
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Aw shucks!
When the curtain falls
and the set is finally struck,
what beyond memory stays?
~
New skills mastered, new
limitations seen, old friends
and new – these and more remain.
When I saw your tears
flow with pride at your son’s good
work, my heart danced with both of you.
~
Oh! Dyspepsia!
An unwelcome counterpoint
to a pleasant evening…
When the lights go down
and the music starts to swell,
will it be a trick or treat?
~
You never know ’til
the last curtain falls. Sometimes,
even then, it’s too soon to tell.
As the temperature
plummets, will government turn
a cold shoulder to the poor?
~
No turning needed.
Governmental indifference
is established precedent.
Rainy November
voting night – New Jersey and
Virginia spoke loud and clear.
~
Spoke both loud and clear
but will it have an impact
on those tuned into fake news,
An old religion,
Marlin, Thompson, holy Colt.
Diabolic trinity.
~
This diabolic
trinity of firearms
has brought hell to earth.
Do you think Autumn’s
fire can consume Summer’s
shining lethargy?
~
Already Autumn mists
mute bright shining morning skies
harbingers of winter grey.
Oh we busy bees,
leading our so busy lives,
didn’t find the time to write
~
Out there having fun,
there’s sure something wrong with us,
playing, poems left undone!
Oh you! Camilla;
lending just a hint of spring
to all this autumn splendor!
~
Timely reminders
like these help us remember
that beauty has no season.
Are they trying to
get a tax bill passed before
there’s a grand awakening?
~
More likely they’re just
lining some pockets before
the grand inquisition starts.
Spread across the sky
Crimson and Auburn unite
in a peaceful harmony.
~
Things are possible
in the sky that can’t occur
on Alabama’s fine turf.
Where do you turn when
the season turns and you find
you’re no longer in?
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You, as it turns out,
can turn into a pumpkin
or be left out in the cold.