Those ghosts and goblins

haunting our nation cage young

children, deport decency.

~

Yet the real evil

lurking in those heartless men

remains concealed in shadow

It’s not the weather

that’s the source of Congress’s

sudden horripilation.

~

Let’s let those cold creeps

get screaming heebie-jeebies

from their daunting task at hand.

Don’t you sometimes wish

we could be as wonderful

and wise as we were at three?

~

Some folk still believe,

even though they’re not still three,

 that they’re wise and wonderful.

Ahh! Sunday at last!

Our momentary reprieve

from the instant news cycle.

~

We all need to pause,

recenter, find our place in

the natural order of things.

These autumn mornings

shrouded in luminous veils…

alabaster radiance!

~

Such beauty catches

the eye, transports mind and heart

to another realm.

When some congressmen

behave like storming morons,

we need better lightning rods.

~

If we could convince

the electorate to strike,

we’d shock’em back under par.

If they’d spend just half

the energy listening

spent planning their rebuttal…

~

Sadly, this is true

of all of us. As the song 

goes, “When will we ever learn?”.

When nobody’s home,

why keep knocking? Some doors will

stay forever closed.

~

Persistent pounding

on doors long since painted shut,

still supplies satisfaction.

Why paste a smile

on a sad face? Isn’t that

what circus clowns do?

~

Incongruity

between mood and affect

is often diagnostic.

When did the Little

Engine that Wouldn’t replace 

The Little Engine that Could?

~

An Engine that won’t

run even though capable

surely NEEDS to be replaced.