The end of the old,
the beginning of the new –
what is up for you?
~
Elevated ire
on the closing of the year
breeds a rage a wise man fears.
The end of the old,
the beginning of the new –
what is up for you?
~
Elevated ire
on the closing of the year
breeds a rage a wise man fears.
There is no justice
when pain rears it’s ugly head
in this season of joy.
~
Justice there may not
be, but love abides and drugs
remain to remove the pain
A cathartic meal,
sharing of dyspeptic pasts
tempered by a fine repast.
~
Good food combined with
honest talk can make what was
hard easier to digest.
The way that youngster
disregarded Trump’s Santa
question shows Congress a path.
~
From the mouths of babes
springs forth the withering truth
old grey men fear to utter.
Another Christmas
has passed into history
but what will tomorrow bring?
~
What if the spirit
of peace and the wonder of
joy is here if we but looked?
Family gathers –
what happens next? – your guess
is as good as mine.
~
Merriment ensues
punctuated by bloodshed
and alternative carols?
When the packaging
costs more than the gift, we must
be in Trump’s America
~
When the poetry
is less engaging than the
title – Mondo Sedoka.
How can we find time
in this chaotic life to
Wish you Happy Holidays?
~
And yet, in your own
style, in the midst of it all,
you found a poetic way.
~
When agreement and
praise come knocking, can you guess
who is opening the door?
~
Whoever’s knocking
with sycophantic fawning
won’t likely find who they want.
Someone is to blame!
Naturally, of course, we bear
no responsibility!
~
The world we know would
be irrevocably changed
were it to be otherwise.