What ever happened
to mea culpa and why
did it disappear?
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As our world became
a culture of perfection,
vestra culpa seized control.
What ever happened
to mea culpa and why
did it disappear?
~
As our world became
a culture of perfection,
vestra culpa seized control.
What a taxing day!
Full of charge and counter-charge,
bombast and innuendo.
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If truth were taxed, he
would owe none since he never
found it worth investing in.
What would happen if,
as a nation, we acted
on what we say we stand for?
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We just might become
that shining hilltop beacon
we profess ourselves to be.
Qualifications?
Do we need a litmus test;
nomination implicates.
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We already have
litmus tests for character:
honesty and wise action.
Civilizations
die when tyrants shout and the
tyrannized remain silent.
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Evidence of that
institutional decay
sullies every monument.
How time slips away
in these Covid-19 days
of enforced isolation.
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We count the minutes,
hours and days but sadly
it’s just a zero sum game.
If we spent more time
with nature, perhaps we would
come to see more completely.
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We would surely see
from different perspectives
by spending time with some weeds.
Making a come-back
implies that you were behind:
hard admission for the “best”.
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No admission here –
just words from someone who is
asleep at the switch.
We live beneath one
sky. May we join the sun, moon,
and stars. May we too bring light.
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Into this darkness,
let’s add our luminescence,
dispelling willful blindness.
So, It’s a day late
and likely a dollar short…
sometimes it be like that, though.
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Always grateful for
your willingness to engage
in this, our poetic play.
May we continue
to work for the justice she
sought when she was among us.
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“We Shall Overcome”
was never more apropos
than it is right now!
How have we become
busier now, unemployed,
than when working full time jobs?
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Unemployed, we have
a chance to decide how best
to employ our energy.
If for a moment
our baggage disappears, why
hurry to claim it?
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That unclaimed baggage,
though out of sight and of mind,
pops back up when least welcomed.
Hours on the road
for a mission aborted
hinders the mood for writing.
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Mission aborted
after hours on the road?
You have permission to scream.
A simple yes is
not so simple when your mind
overflows with loud protests.
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Those who say “NO!”
to any protester says
loud and clear, “You don’t matter!”
Under the banner
of political thinking,
some people remain clueless.
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Banners have a way
of catching the breeze, flapping
a while, then growing limp.
Hands over hearts, we
pledge allegiance. May we act
in accordance with our words.
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Indivisible,
with liberty and justice.
Noble sentiments, FOR ALL!
“The mondo’s ready”,
I sent to her in a text.
God know how she’ll finish this!
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She’ll finish this as
she often does with a brief
observation and some snark.
To whom or what do
you turn for inspiration
in these disquieting times?
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Simple wood working
quiets the discordant mind
…and makes useful axe handles.
From those we dismiss,
disregard, and disrespect,
should we expect any less?
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There are those among
us with truly noble hearts
who forgive and give back more.
That strange streak of light
spread across the pond, has it
been there all along?
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Streaks come and they go.
Good they don’t last forever,
on pond either great or small.
Pushing and pushing
may force people to comply
but at a cost way too high.
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We can invite folks
to freely fly but pushing
tethers their spirit.
Tell me, can you count
slowly to ten before you
send that fire-filled reply?
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Of course I can count!
I bought the best M.B.A.!
I just don’t want to.
Ironic that masks
hinder communication
more than virtual meetings.
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Though imperfect, both
ways of communicating
are statements of care.
When minds and hearts take
off on an anxious journey,
writing guides us home.
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Reading travel guides
helps us circumnavigate
mindless fears of the unknown.
Confront unreason!
You can’t expect any change
but silent is complicit.
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Unreason is a
calling card. When it is passed
out, speak up and close the door.
Stoking the flames of
appreciation – that field
of bright sunflowers.
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Oh how they brighten,
turning their faces skyward,
warmed by their namesake’s return.
Days and days of gray,
cool, cloudy, crummy weather
can’t constrain summer swelter.
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How ironic can
it get – cool, cloudy and gray
still can’t keep the heat at bay.
Pointing the finger
at peaceful demonstrators,
Trump decries democracy.
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Blamers gotta blame.
It’s the only thing they know
how to do without prompting.
When the simple things
appear insurmountable,
it’s time to go take a walk.
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When we’re stuck it’s best
to relax and be guided
by a different GPS .