It’s true, isn’t it,
that some days it’s just one thing
after another?
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On a day like that
it’s sometimes best to breathe deep
and pray for some contrition.
It’s true, isn’t it,
that some days it’s just one thing
after another?
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On a day like that
it’s sometimes best to breathe deep
and pray for some contrition.
On the other hand,
those Marching lions and Lamb’s
will wreck the early flowers.
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Unless the lion
lies down with the lamb and from
them flowers can grow.
As February
draws to a close, is there one
thing about it you will miss?
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What is there to miss;
the variable weather
and raging influenza?
Marching up and down
a rainy college campus;
not highly recommended.
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You mean you were not
singing a jaunty tune as
you marched to a younger beat?
Maybe we should move
from Ars Politico to
Ars Poetica.
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On what we focus
tends to fill our frame of mind
coloring all other scenes.
Is there some omen
in that murder of corvids
swarming about the flagpole?
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How does that saying
go – ” run it up the flagpole
and see who salutes”?
Even birds know when
to tweet and when not to – a
feat beyond our president.
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Foolish sparrows tweet
when the hawks are circling,
thinking they’re invincible.
A day without news
even sponsored by illness
has been a welcome respite.
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Sometimes we just need
a newsless break to gather
will and wit to compensate.
If our leaders were
mentally healthy we’d have
rational gun control laws.
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Fear and self loathing
weigh heavily on the mind
even of powerful souls.
When the foggy dawn
is the perfect metaphor
for my sinuses, what then?
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Your body of work
will consist of fog and phlegm,
but not a cold heart.
Lately I’ve wondered,
on these dial-your-weather
days, which dark souls select bleak.
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The bleakest weather
selected by darkest souls
cannot dampen joyful hearts.
Spare the platitudes,
hollow, empty “thoughts and prayers”;
while you bank on inaction.
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One survivor said, ” You
shrug off dead kids but freak out
over rainbow wedding cakes.”
In addition to
offering thoughts and prayers,
what if we took some action?
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If we took action
we would be obligated
to own the consequences.
Undying passion,
on this day of Valentines,
does this thing really exist?
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Love and affection
really do exist, The world
has never needed them more.
Whereabouts art thou,
my fine fellow poet? I’m
longing to pen a response.
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A day spent swimming
in the depths of mania
leaves little space for writing.
At the Olympics,
our own vice president – just
how low can he go?
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Not as high by half
as a youthful medalist
expressing jubilation!
Guess acerbic wit
is probably genetic;
watch for unintended bites.
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From generation
to generation, wit with
a bit of a bite doth flow.
Asked for parenting
advice by some newlyweds;
said, “Always use a condom”.
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If that fails, take heart,
you can write bad poetry
like some sons and mothers do.
The American
dream…has it become a game
of Russian roulette?
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Has it not always
been thus? Some capricious game;
an evil three-card monte?
Flying cars in space,
filled with science fiction tropes;
whatever’s that all about?
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Technology we
have, but wisdom we lack – the
plight of modern man.
A military
parade to honor a man
who never served? Trumpets blow!
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Don’t we have two days
already dedicated
to those who serve our nation?
The hours fly by,
ever faster and shorter,
as we hasten to our doom.
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Such a grim note must
come from a poet who has
been watching only Fox News.
When times are tense, we
must find a way to act with
compassionate clarity.
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With clear compassion
and action from a pure heart
we transcend every tension.
Here we are again,
ignoring the substantive
in favor of circuses.
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Circus directors,
much like Marie-Antoinette,
prefer we eat cake.
Even my dogs know
they must be vigilant if
peace is bought with a snarl.
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It takes no genius
to distinguish a smile
from a predator’s growling.
Winter, in vengeance,
returns with freezing fury
just in time for Groundhog Day.
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The ever-changing
weather is nature’s answer
to climate change deniers.
Bookending our days
with poetry provides us
with fruitful measure.
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At least a measure
of meter and maybe a
bit of rhyme to pass the time
Inconsistency,
though expected with weather,
is poor leadership style.
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True, but if style
without substance is what folk
want, he models that in spades.