Should we just dispense
with this “Trick or Treat” nonsense?
Haven’t we had our fill yet?
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We should be pros now.
After 4 years of trick or
treat, we’ve had our fill.
Should we just dispense
with this “Trick or Treat” nonsense?
Haven’t we had our fill yet?
~
We should be pros now.
After 4 years of trick or
treat, we’ve had our fill.
Patience is so hard
to find especially when
there’s so little time.
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Impatience only
benefits smarmy salesmen,
unless we shout, “Hell No!”
Leaves and grass battle
for the yard’s supremacy,
but the mower wins the day.
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The land wins the day
with the mower’s shredding help
In battling leaves and grass.
The day might be gray,
but we can choose to focus
on the gold that’s also there.
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Fire hues abound
both aground and amid trees,
defying the gray heavens.
Six years in the books!
May year seven mark the end
of our poetic protests!
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It might be time for
poetic celebrations
instead. What say you?
There’s something about
rainy days and playful pups
that leave seniors in the dust.
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Dig out your raincoat,
gather up your cane, and leash,
and walk that puppy to sleep.
Some will make the time,
planning early, how to vote.
We shall call them Patriots.
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Some will not accept
a result they do not want.
We shall call them Trumpians.
Can there be any
debate about caged children
or kidnapping governors?
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Everything is moot,
if there’s no basis in fact
upon which we can rely.
From inside this box,
the world is very scary,;
unpredictably open!
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We seek protection
by living in boxes and
don’t see the danger within.
A puppy helps us
discover the delight that
can be found in a pinecone.
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Pinecones are such fun
for the young and young at heart;
if we are allowed to play
Sometimes the mood strikes.
Other times it goes on strike.
Let’s just not strike the colors.
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You triumphed over
every passing mood and wrote
anyway. That’s all that counts.
So many chances
to worry, so many times
to return home to the breath.
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When returning home,
finding only empty fears,
tends to take one’s breath away.
I am exhausted!
Worn out by wearing the hats
and bridging the gaps all day!
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A gap day or two
where you take off those hats and
simply rest is best.
Knock, knock, who’s there? Knox.
Knox who? It’s the pits. No bull.
I need a home too.
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Anyone can find
some old place to rest their head,
but that ain’t what makes a home.
Beyond any doubt,
what seems logical to some,
is irrational to me!
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They say one man’s truth
is another man’s lie and
his meat another’s poison.
A creator’s joy –
to see what emerges is
far better than expected.
~
Looking at this piece…
that’s but one of many gems
we took from our creator!
Teak and old iron,
salvaged from deck box and chest,
becomes patio table.
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Visionaries see
beyond what is and transform
what was into something new.
Rather than a force
to reckon with, he’s a farce
to be ashamed of.
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History will regard
this defective President
as a pox upon our house.
All great men reside
somewhere on a line between
hero and a horse’s ass.
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And every woman,
great or not, has to point out
where he now resides.
Possible autumn
comforts: colorful trees, Mitch
ditched, and a new president.
~
Any one of these
would reduce autumnal blues,
two or three would be gravy.
Uncontrolled passions
are a liability
crippling as heartlessness.
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Extremes of fire
and extremes of ice ravage
both giver and receiver.
The president gets
a medical exam on
live tv? You’re kidding me!
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A comprehensive
physical is worth the watch…
at least the prostate exam.
Who’s Ralph and who’s Jack,
and poor Piggy and Simon,
in our war torn paradise?
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Whoever the fly
lands on is the war lord’s pick
to help his lies go viral.
Too bad they haven’t
found a vaccine for human
stupidity yet.
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That vile virus
is almost untreatable
and, sadly, rarely fatal.
Trump defeats Covid?
Perhaps a bit premature…
like “Dewey Defeats Truman”?
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And he did it all
so quickly without even
his well-touted bleach.
How we feel about
dark clouds hovering depends
on our need for rain.
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Seemingly grim news
may be better in the end
than all our wildest dreams.
No…but than again…
Yes, but just a little bit…
not out of the woods quite yet…
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Much talk but little
substance. Why complicate things
by circling all around.
For the sparks to fly
sometimes you do not even
have to strike a match.
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With some folks there is,
for unkenable reasons,
spontaneous combustion.
Curbing base instincts,
we change course, here in mid stream,
deferring our planned critique.
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We agreed it seemed
wrong to kick a man when he’s
down though that’s what he would do.
Over head birds soar
as we plod step after step
through another day.
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Some steps would be good!
A day wasted reading deeds
to allay another’s fears…