Of tweeting the truth
he’s constitutionally
unable, or so it seems.
~
If he’d take to heart
the preamble, maybe he’d
strengthen his constitution.
Of tweeting the truth
he’s constitutionally
unable, or so it seems.
~
If he’d take to heart
the preamble, maybe he’d
strengthen his constitution.
Row after row of
freshly planted corn – rural
testament of faith.
~
Along comes a flood,
fueled by warming climate,
and faith is all that remains.
Some rites of passage
are to be celebrated,
others just endured.
~
It depends on where
you stand. Are you a witness
or participant?
If easy does it,
why do we continue to
make it really hard?
~
Most folk devalue
what they come by easily;
choosing labor over faith.
The ways we choose to
commemorate our fallen,
speak to what we hold most dear.
~
A fitting way to
honor their sacrifice is
to live lives worthy of it.
When the gardener
becomes completely unhinged,
Who will manage the vermin?
~
Nature has a way
of bypassing gardeners
as all rampant weeds know well.
When a president
rages in the rose garden,
do skies darken in Kansas?
~
Stormy visages
and incoherent bluster
won’t dim his faithful’s luster.
When will we react
to slowly increasing heat?
Are we not smarter than frogs
~
All creation took
a poll and they decided,
at this moment, no.
He hands out pyrite
in seeming oblivion
that his glitter has no gold.
~
Who’s fooled by fool’s gold –
the one who passes it out
or the ones who grab a load?
Why do we hurry
through our days when the sun, moon,
and stars keep a steady pace?
~
Perhaps we rebel
against time’s stately pace from
our ephemeral fears?
Rational people
can agree to disagree
while civility survives.
~
Oh Civility,
Civility, wherefore art
thou, Civility?
If you knew where all
the flowers had gone, would you
let yourself pick one?
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Those of us who’ve learned
listening to Uncle Pete,
pick neither fights nor flowers.
Are words relevant
when just hearing his voice breeds
instant incredulity?
~
Even though his words
lack credibility, WE
must speak. OUR words do matter.
At day’s end sun still
shines bright. I wish I could say
the same about me.
~
Our glorious sun
burns ceaselessly, day and night,
while we humans have limits.
What is the sound of
two poets past their deadline
sleeping soundly at the switch?
~
After pondering
this poetic riddle, I
vote for the sound of silence.
I sit and wait as
my familiar companion.
anxiety, natters on.
~
That’s one companion
whose omnipresent chatter’s
best stifled by joyous song.
Lengthy silences
punctuated by quiet:
Family meal’s finest moments.
~
May we feast on this
and other such fine dining
moments when we can.
In honor of my
son and daughter, I call this
fond memories day.
~
Holy effing hell!
Where can I possibly go
from that softball pitch? Thanks, Mom!
Just because you hear
and see and speak no evil
doesn’t mean it isn’t real.
~
Sometimes evil casts
a spell so insidious
it leaves folks senseless.
As the school year ends,
how do you plan to survive
summer vacation?
~
Perhaps unending
education will teach us
not to sweat tiny details.
Sometimes things work out
even better than we plan
but can we rely on fate?
~
Whether fate turned in
our favor or not, we’re left
to work with what is.
What do you plan to
plant this Spring that you hope to
harvest this Autumn?
~
That which I would plant
now, in this bitter springtime,
will take longer to flourish
A tyrant is born
of ludicrous proposals
rational minds disregard.
~
When arrogance is
deified and ignorance
sanctified, tyrants are born
Though we know things aren’t
necessarily as they
seem, we act as though they are.
~
From an abundance
of hope, we delude ourselves;
we fake it ’til we make it.
I will be amazed
or so I have been assured.
What if I remain nonplussed?
~
When things don’t add up,
it’s certainly no wonder
that you are nonplussed.
The inside story
can be radically changed by
external events.
~
Unfortunately,
external reality
doesn’t march to inner drums.
When words escape me,
will inarticulate howls
convey meaning just as well?
~
Keep howling until
you find your pack. Who knows what
good changes you all will bring?
At day’s end, before
dozing off, what moments do
you fondly recall?
~
Today was a day
in which all fine moments come
AFTER dozing off.
Sometimes I feel like
a frayed old rope tied between
irresistible forces.
~
Sometimes I feel like
a frayed old rope tossed into
a dusty corner.