So many scams, so

little time – a Trumpian

dilemma Barr none.

~

“Daddy, loan me a

little thing; a time machine

to fool them all, all the time!”

Many roads have we

gone down and sometimes we’ve lost

our way, but never our hope.

~

Hope always remains,

despite whatever evils

have escaped Pandora’s Box.

When integrity

flies out the window, who or

what walks through the door?

~

“Walks” might not quite be

the verb that you’re looking for;

“slinks” or “slithers” are more apt.

Has America

finally reached its tipping point

with its Narcissist-In-Chief?

~

Time will tell if we

have what it takes to reclaim

our stolen ship of state.

Surveying the trees.

Looking for a clue about

what to do. “Drop it,” they said.

~

 “Now wait just a sec!”,

the gymnosperms all exclaimed,

“It’s better to hold on tight!”

Begorrah has come,

tiny ball of brindle fuzz,

to breathe play into their lives.

~

And to decorate

their home for the holidays

with irregular presents.

“Pay no attention”,

the man behind the curtain

cries, “it’s all smoke and mirrors!”

~

Pull back the curtain

and what do you see? One big

mistake staring back at thee.

Why clarify when

obfuscation was the way

he got to be president.

~

Muddying waters

is a favorite tactic

of every bottom feeder.

 Scrambling to find

an unscrambled moment in

which to veg today.

~

I hear Ron Popeil

sells a handy device that

scrambled eggs still in their shells.

Under the weather

seems less like a state of mind

and more like a state of Grace.

~

Sometimes to rise up

we must first lie down and make

space for us and grace.

Are we like the frog

who fails to see he’s in hot

water until it’s too late?

~

Foolish frogs? Fake News!

Even frogs are wise enough

to escape from rising heat.

When your forests burn,

why would you call for aid from

a flaming egomaniac?

~

Let’s say those two walked

into a burning bar – they

would order a big cigar.

What’s it all about,

Trumpie? I guess if only 

fools are kind, you’re very wise.

~

Would that I could say

Trumpie was the only one

or that he was the wisest.

Can we not attempt,

as dry leaves begin to fall,

to plant a greener future?

~

Those who have a soul

of green will do the planting

as dry-leaved souls slowly fall.

Heroes and Villains

abound. On this sacred day

let us honor the heroes.

~

But don’t terrorist

shroud their sins in holy robes

and call themselves the heroes?

When we are offered

a chance to make things right, how

can we turn away?

~

Sometimes the payment

altruism requires

is too burdensome to pay.

What if he didn’t

twitter his time away in 

self-created storms?

~

Then the news cycle

might rotate its eye away

from his tempestuous ego.

Poetry must wait;

playing second fiddle to

threats to hearth and home.

~

We must orchestrate

the music of the heart first.

Poetry takes second chair.

Although we might yearn

for an effortless birth, it

still requires hard labor.

~

Every Labor Day

Labor celebrates a birth;

Management has a movement.

There is more than one

method to achieve a goal,

even if it’s not your way.

~

  That’s what I’ve been told

and perhaps before I die,

I’ll come to believe that lie.

Sometimes it is hard

to tell if we’re the jugglers

or the juggled ones.

~

There’s a universe

inside every one of us

as we’re in this universe.