Seeking reason in

the unreasonable is

a poor use of time.

~

Cutting one’s losses

is more than expedience;

simple self-preservation.

Betrayed by my id

and ravaged by my ego,

my body takes its revenge.

~

And when the body

screams, ego and id dissolve

into an unconscious mess.

If they’re going to

mount a soap box, couldn’t they

at least let their words be true?

~

Standing on the box

precludes the use of that soap

for washing out their foul mouths.

If we teach our kids

to ignore stereotypes,

will they recognize evil?

~

We can teach them to

pay attention. Sometimes wolves

come in sheeps’ clothing.

How can you keep from

bellyaching when you know

your belly actually aches?

~

You can bellyache

to your little heart’s content;

The world will still move forward.

Like making omelets,

fostering progressive change,

May break Humpty’s ego’s shell.

~

If it’s the Humpty

I’m thinking 0f, nothing could

break that ego shell.

How can we go back

to normal when it’s a state

we joyfully left?

~

We seldom regress

when we focus on the joy

and seek a brighter normal.

And so it begins…

the sharing of favorites,

movies, books, and TV shows.

~

A really sure sign

of trust is when we can share 

our unedited pleasures.

I know this must be

a sunny day for you and

your son in more ways than one.

~

A vision is blue,

arrives like a western breeze

bringing warmth along with her.

There’s a time to dance.

Or, at least, it would seem so

judging by these dressed up kids.

~

Whenever we yearn

to express what we feel, when

words just aren’t enough, we dance.

Just wondering – if

you were a gambling man,

what  are the odds you’d give us?

~

We’ve got better odds

than the White Rhinoceros,

but smart money’s on Bed Bugs.

These early spring rains

inundate country roadways,

enhancing the greenery.

~

But  we find ourselves

suddenly driving into

a soaking oblivion.

Doesn’t Winter know,

at least by now, that it just

can’t win this contest with spring?

~

A once compelling

force is often at a loss

knowing when it’s out of steam.

In the urban heart,

twentieth century walls

reflect a bygone era.

~

Reflectors become

the source of reflection for

poets who pass by.

Police car stops. Blue 

lights flash. Traffic halts. Mother

duck and ducklings cross the road.

~

There are some hallmarks

of languid southern culture

that the north could emulate.

Remain dignified

when filled with indignation!

Confusion to the rival!

~

In these times nothing

is more confusing to foes

and rivals than dignity.

Monday? Snow. Friday’s

forecast? Eighty one – and yet

many who count aren’t counting.

~

They’re all to busy

to worry ’bout the weather;

tending more pressing concerns.

Do all graduates

of the Wharton School perceive

life as a zero-sum game?

~

Those who excel at

the business of life don’t think

you must lose for them to win.

How can we listen

to others if the only

voice we can hear is our own?

~

A conversation;

both talking and listening?

Who can even imagine!

One lone sentinel

stands over fallen comrades,

survivor of Winter’s wrath.

~

Such early spring sights

sadden and gladden the heart –

a seasonal paradox.

How many teens does

it take to pick up

a dropped morsel from the floor?

~

With my lazy teens

and hyper-vigilant dogs,

the answer, of course, is none!

Everyone believed

spring, at last, had finally sprung,

but winter had other thoughts.

~

Winter not only

rained on Spring’s parade, it snowed!

But then this IS Virginia.

A woodpecker’s tongue

helps him shield his brain. Perhaps

Trump’s tweets help shield his brain too.

~

Many find true wit

from Woody Woodpecker’s tongue.

Not so much from the other.

The structure of spring:

Evident in every branch;

Manifest in every bloom.

~

The structure of your

magic is visible in

your photographs and words.

Sometimes nothing is

better than something. A blank

page can speak volumes.

~

Oh for pity’s sake!

And sometimes death is better

than life; but should we seek it?

After long hours

of helping with dire need

must we find more need at home?

~

Need knows no boundaries

as every helper knows. It

 helps to find a song within. 

Smile turned to sigh…

it was”perils” not “pearls” in

your last night’s mondo reply.

~

Both pearls and perils

may linger, undiscovered,

even on a well trod path.

I’ve  been told many

times that there are better ways

of doing things than mine, but…

~

Sometimes someone’s best

may contain hidden perils

for those following behind.

Good days and bad days,

seems to be the way of things.

Help me Zen my way past that!

~

You’ve taken your pen

and found the zen that took you

  to the laugh in you.

Our beliefs are made

manifest in our lives’  fruits.

Let’s cultivate compassion.

~

And in so doing,

prepare, for our progeny,

a most bountiful harvest.