As we listen to
the State of Disunion Speech
how can we not come unglued?
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Remember the Moon:
Just like it, we can be too;
full, super, bloody, and blue
As we listen to
the State of Disunion Speech
how can we not come unglued?
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Remember the Moon:
Just like it, we can be too;
full, super, bloody, and blue
This conversation,
with five parties, near and far,
will surely tax all patience!
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When too many folks
join in, nothing can be heard
except the deafening din.
When the student is
ready, the practice will come.
Have patience, my son.
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Patience; a virtue
parents rarely have in spades.
The realm of the grandparent.
Dining out again,
happily with family, friends,
enjoying conversation.
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Good talk and good eats –
a treat for the body, balm
for the weary soul.
Without getting stuck,
how many congressmen can
dance on Trump’s pin head?
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One hundred ninety,
at the very least, if we
exempt all the Tuesday Group.
What can we expect
if we put a fox in charge
of Congress’s chicken coop?
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Surely less chickens
would peck in those hallowed halls,
but would that be a bad thing?
A crisp spring evening
nestled deep in the bosom
of winter… what’s up with that?
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You Know Who says this
proves the climate change folks have
infiltrated the weather.
“Something there is that
doesn’t love a wall”… but we
know someone who does.
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Walls, by their nature,
both serve to keep people out
And also to keep folk in.
This culture of hate:
is it independent of
antisocial media?
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Alas, hate predates
media of any kind,
but then so does love.
When hearts and minds shut
down, why are we surprised when
governments do too?
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Under hammer blows
of repulsive rhetoric,
why would hearts or minds unfurl?
Why do some insist
on falsely labeling things
with the worst possible name?
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That ancient adage,
“It takes one to know one,” comes
instantly to mind.
So many snow days –
kids out of school. We need strength
to follow the golden rule.
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And yet another!
Cold education reaver,
leaving us with cabin fever.
When the day’s demands
flow like an endless river,
how long can we swim upstream?
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When we swim against
our inner current, even
a short lap lasts way too long.
What if we tried to
look through the eyes of someone
with a different point of view?
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The view of ourselves
seen through those foreigners eyes
would likely not flatter us.
As we wait round two
of this horrid winter mix,
how do we ever prepare?
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Are you speaking of
the horrid mix of weather or
winter return of Congress?
My fine poet, why
search for answers to questions
we don’t yet know how to ask?
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More often than not,
finding an answer leads to
even deeper questioning.
Seems Donald John Trump
is Dunning-Kruger effect
living and personified.
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A man who is too
stupid to know how stupid
he is…hmm, who comes to mind?
“It takes one to know
one.'” Does this apply to some
recent remarks of D.Trump?
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A classic hallmark
of the profoundly disturbed
is anosognosia.
Fast and furious
may make for entertainment
but is it a way to live?
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It’s the way many
of us live, but I wouldn’t
suggest it as a way of life.
If, perchance, your son
asked for your sage advice as
he leaves home, what would you say?
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If he deigned to ask,
I would, perforce, endeavor
to give better than I got.
Is seeking power
simply for that power’s sake,
different from gluttony?
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We can eat because
we are hungry. Gluttony
means we don’t know when to stop.
How many records
must be broken before we
acknowledge there’s been a change?
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See! This record cold
underlines the blatant lie
of man-made global warming!
In the daily rush,
time can, somehow, escape us,
leaving tasks uncompleted.
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Every now and then
such timely escapes are good
for the soul. Some tasks can wait.
When a relaxed flow
will take us where we want to
go, why do we push and flail?
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Sometimes, we believe,
journeys require toil
to magnify their value.
Cradled in their arms,
vast calla lily bouquets,
offer a phantom of hope.
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Hope is no phantom
when reminders of sacred
renewal are stirred.
If Trump leads the way
should we follow his sleigh right
smack into oblivion?
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Some horses asses
assist us in our journeys,
but some just bray like asses
Calm seems to prevail,
for but the briefest moment,
before the chaos returns.
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Limiting time spent
on social media or
news could change the ratio.
Will the supermoon
have been too high a jump for
our president Donald Trump?
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Some just lack the juice
to jump o’er the supermoon,
being… less… than super men.
If the Grinch hosts huge
holiday parties, will folks
know who’s picking their pockets?
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Once the parties end
folks will see their pockets were
picked by tweets and promises.
Of all that you could
do to bring about change, to
what one thing will you commit?
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Art brings about change
of hearts and minds and cultures.
I commit to all beauty.