Some say to workers:
“Give me the economy
and I’ll give you death.”
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Some lie to workers:
“You must return to your jobs;
your labor is essential.
Some say to workers:
“Give me the economy
and I’ll give you death.”
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Some lie to workers:
“You must return to your jobs;
your labor is essential.
Oops, I goofed again!
Should have taken sage advice
freely offered by the wise…
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If we don’t want to
remain a goof, we first have
to acknowledge them.
What are some good tips
for staying sane even though
insanity reigns?
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Harry Potter gives
a clue: yell ‘Ridiculus’;
imagine he’s a boggart.
Silence is golden
after days of endless noise.
How long can this respite last?
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It’s surprising what
talk of ultraviolet light
and bleach were able to do.
Rainy Saturday.
Of all available
options, I choose sleep.
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Sleep is for the weak.
Never for the weekend, Mom!
Time to rise and shine!
Since he’s always right,
perhaps his loyal faithful
will follow his every word?
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We can only hope
he’ll take his own advice and
swallow his words whole.
Until now we’ve been
able to avoid facing
life’s uncertainty.
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An uncertain life
can never be avoided
for longer than a moment.
Some people just love
to exercise their power
by canning the competent.
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When competent folks
are seen as threats, power filled
tactics are employed by fools.
Where denial thrives
we now know – Florida
beaches are the place to go.
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In the callous mind
of Governor DeSantis
economics trumps safety.
Do I have a start?
Now that’s a burning question
without a pressing answer.
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You might be burned out
from listening to all Trump’s
starts and stops and non answers .
Nowhere to go, but
plenty to do. I think I’ll
sit and mope instead.
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No time for moping!
There is a garden to plant,
among other honey dos…
There’s satisfaction
to be found in laboring
elbow deep in the good earth.
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It’s satisfying
to me too that it’s not me
laboring but you.
Sometimes memories
penetrate the veils of time
and leave us breathless with awe.
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Timeless memories,
hidden by mundane concerns,
still hold our history’s power.
What is it today?
Some new cockamamie plan
designed to usurp glory?
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A plan a day keeps
the reckoning away or
so he fervently believes.
Buttercups basking
in the sun gently soothed my
heart with golden promises.
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Don’t you yet distrust
sunny golden promises
made by orange buttercups?
Giant man-baby
only displays leadership
to those who really like him.
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Rock him, singing songs
of praise. When he falls asleep,
adults can get real work done.
Right now I yearn for
topical anesthesia.
The news frays my every nerve.
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Topical won’t do!
Naught to do- nowhere to go;
I want to be sedated!
Let’s not sacrifice
our aged, wise, and infirm
like some modern paschal lambs.
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If those with plenty
were willing to sacrifice
profit, they might gain their souls.
Are you listening?
Do you hear the trill of birds,
the sweet whisper of your breath?
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As long as breathing
lacks the rattle of rhonchi
or crackle of rales; good!
Maintaining distance
while assisting someone’s move:
an exercise in folly!
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Necessity is
the mother of invention.
Folly paves the way.
Why are we given
answers to questions we don’t
ask and none to those we do?
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One way to tell us
what they prefer us to think
is to give us those answers.
Days in close quarters,
surrounded by those we love,
is enough to drive us mad.
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A little bit of
wine, whiskey, or beer can help
the togetherness go down.
When we’re buried in
have to’s and must do’s, we are
actually buried alive.
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When one is buried
beneath an endless task list
it is hard to see the light.
Spring sees no reason
to despair, throws caution to
the wind and blooms anyway.
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Many flowers bloom.
Fewer are pollinated.
From them, futures germinate.
A week’s endless work
continues through the weekend;
socially isolating.
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Much that went undone
is now being done though it
seems weekends know no reprieve.
That turtle – is he
any clearer about his
destination than are we?
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He’s clear he’s lucky.
Wherever he is going
he can go and still stay home!
How can one distill
a lifetime’s experience
down to one meaningful page?
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One sentence might do:
“I learned not to waste my time
frequenting distilleries.”
Writing poetry
can open the closed window
of my fearful mind.
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Perhaps the closed mind
was to keep something hidden
from the blinding light of day?
Starting seeds indoors
lacks the smell of the soil
heated by the mid-day sun.
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Soon the seeds will sprout
and in no time you’ll both be
sweating in the sun.
On April Fool’s Day
we honor the huge genius
whose initials are D.T.
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Some fools are too huge,
at least within their own mind,
to be praised for just one day.