That sudden burst of
roadside blue – could it be some
bachelors eager for summer?
~
Anticipating
a buoyant Beltane ballet
with Buttercups and Bluebells!
That sudden burst of
roadside blue – could it be some
bachelors eager for summer?
~
Anticipating
a buoyant Beltane ballet
with Buttercups and Bluebells!
The ground we’re standing,
often governs who we see
as heroes and as villains.
~
Taking the high ground
will help us see them far more
comprehensively.
How many aides does
it take to change his light bulb
when dark thoughts fill every room?
~
Since roaches relish
dimly lit nooks and crannies,
where’s the incentive to change?
Waiting two hours
for this pointless appointment:
Federal Efficiency.
~
Hours come and go.
Some move fast and some move slow.
Mind and heart take their measure.
If it’s progress we
want, let’s stop building walls and
shredding the truth.
~
Some believe they’re Right
to build walls to keep folk out,
to lock truth deniers in.
Endless foolishness,
flowing freely from the swamp,
inundating hearts and minds.
~
Nothing that flows from
that swamp is free, as many
soy farmers have discovered.
Just trying to be
patient with my impatience
and that of others .
~
Just so long as you’re
loving to the odious
and their patent odium.
In equal measure,
elation and misery
scaffold this glorious life.
~
And then there’s all that
falls between these two extremes
and glues it all together.
It’s not for lack of
wise teachers that we remain
heartbreakingly ignorant.
~
Like stubborn horses
with our bits between our teeth,
from that trough, we will not feast.
Just because we’re not
laboring for your pleasure,
doesn’t mean we’re at leisure.
~
Your pleasure is not
a measure of a job done
honestly and well.
.
To govern well, don’t
you have to be able to
first govern yourself?
~
Intemperate acts,
unregulated passions,
model modern government.
Too incompetent
to successfully collude
despite ample willingness?
~
Perfect example
of the apple not falling
too far from the tree.
Middle school students,
insulted by policeman,
invite him to meet and talk.
~
Is he man enough
to admit childish acts
before that jury of peers?
How have I managed,
these fifty five years alive,
without kenning hollies bloom?
~
Minds must bend, limbs must
quake when such kenning happens
before it’s too late.
Hark! What is that sound
we hear? Could it be good hearts
singing lullabies to fear?
~
Heart-felt harmonies
with compassionate refrains
muffles discordant malice.
When the world assumes
this lemony patina,
one can’t help but gasp.
~
Can’t make lemonade
out of this patina, so
it’s best to wear a face mask.
How many songs must
the prospective jailbird sing
til someone buys his record?
~
Jailbirds and ConMen
will spin their broken record
until their tunes hit the mark.
Swirling roadside spill,
environmental nightmare!
That’s no yellow paint… Pollen!
~
I take it you fail
to appreciate the fine
artistry of Spring.
A tracery of
new green adorns fields and woods.
Where is there new green in you?
~
There is certainly
none hiding in my wallet,
given my chosen profession.
Opposites attract,
‘least that’s what they always said.
Where, then, is the common ground?
~
When they each stretch out
their hands to one another
they’ll find common ground.
Children torn from their
parents – an American
dream turns into a nightmare.
~
We the people can
wake up, reverse the nightmare,
elect compassion.
What acerbic fool
insists upon some litmus test
just to show he’s no one’s tool?
~
And fails to realize
all the while that he has
fallen for another’s guile.
Our dogs and Trump
have something in common. They’ll
howl til they get attention.
~
If your dogs had hands,
they, and the groper in chief
might be even more alike
Solid surety
in politics, poetry;
artful ambiguity
~
Something to strive for
though not easy to achieve
and yet we still try.
Why search far, why search
wide when what you’re looking for
can be found inside?
~
Why bother searching
at all? Why not just sit there
contemplating Vulpine News!
This whipsaw climate,
squeezed between shifting seasons:
can we find stability?
~
Each season has its
reasons and sometimes, like now,
we can’t listen to either.
Oh say can you see
any help for a nation
gone so far astray?
~
Riotous bombast
lights the way forward instead
of righteous indignation
Are some citizens
worth less than any others
based upon the votes they cast?
~
The answer one gives
shows something about one’s own
qualifications to choose.
While we sing a song
of sixpence, he sits in the
White House counting his money.
~
Sixpence merits song!
Tuppence and a groat is good
when all you got’s ha’pennies
“Self-sufficiency!”
screams the egotistic flea
nestled on giant’s shoulders.
~
From this lofty perch
there is much that he can’t see –
like his own dependency.