Seeking reason in
the unreasonable is
a poor use of time.
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Cutting one’s losses
is more than expedience;
simple self-preservation.
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.
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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?
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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?
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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?
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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?
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A conversation;
both talking and listening?
Who can even imagine!
One lone sentinel
stands over fallen comrades,
survivor of Winter’s wrath.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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…
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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!
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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.
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And in so doing,
prepare, for our progeny,
a most bountiful harvest.