Nighttime fears falter

when they meet the light and find

their place in a larger whole.

~

The cleansing power

of bright, unfiltered, sunlight

emasculates dark demons.

I can’t remember;

what day is this that has dawned

without a poem written?

~

Sometimes days go by

so fast that inspiration

fizzles and poems aren’t written.

When one poet’s down,

we will take a brief break ’cause

we make these things together.

~

Sometimes there are no

words powerful enough to

pierce the throbbing fog.

Though we couldn’t all

be together, the sun sent

warm greetings this Thanksgiving.

~

And culinary

adventures will continue

to warm us all from within.

Dons shining armor,

mounts noble steed and sallies

forth to tilt children’s windmills.

~

We knew the wind was

of his own making, but Don

has nothing noble to ride.

What did today bring –

a song, a sorrow, a sigh?

How was it received?

~

Today brought labor,

received with some scant patience

and with even fainter praise.

What does it mean when

someone’s behavior is best

described by hazmat symbols?

~

If you have to ask,

it must mean you have limited

emotional intelligence.

Mind says there’s so much

to do. Body says first thing

on that to-do list is rest.

~

Any call to rest

supersedes other labor,

per procrastinator’s creed.

Not all Jay’s are blue

but they are all obnoxious,

overbearing bullies.

~

When Jays meet squirrels

at the bird feeder, they have

 a bullyful time.

Political Hint:

Can’t show grace under pressure?

Best not to show off or up.

~

Realpolitik

is based on pragmatism,

not amoral coercion.

Haiku-ku-ka-choo!

I write absurd poetry;

How ‘bout you? You write it too?

~

Sometimes instead of

my writing the words, they write

me. Seems this happened to you?

As the temperature

drops and winter approaches,

poetry could keep us warm.

~

At the very least,

if writing fails to warm hearts,

rough drafts can feed our fires.

We found the secret

of literary success:

post nothing; get lots of likes!

~

No need to struggle

with words and such, just keep your

readers in the dark.

Christmas Cactus bloomed

the day he won signaling

a prickly outcome.

~

It’s almost as if

it thought a show of color

might, somehow, soften the blow.

Patiently waiting

for temperatures abating

once the sun has set!

~

A welcome delay

to the ongoing decay

of the glacial ablation.

Celebratory

excesses notwithstanding,

there is a poem to write…

~

You chose not to take

a birthday pass, my son. That’s

the mark of a true poet.

It was fifty six

years ago when I first held

you, poet son, in my arms.

~

Shortly thereafter,

you read me a bedtime tale…

War and Peace, if I recall.

Nationalism

trumps pure Capitalism?

Would Adam Smith disagree?

~

For an update ask

 our Narcissist-In-Chief. He

espouses blending the two.

November trees with

their many colored leaves live

happily with differences.

~

And yet, on the ground,

those pretty leaves are engaged

in harsh chemical warfare.

Though it’s not very

 easy, some things can really

be worth waiting for.

~

Waiting’s easier

than all the uncertainty

about what we’re waiting for.

We watch and wait with

rising hope that we will soon

see the last of him.

~

Or we discover,

much to our shock and dismay,

that the fix was always in.

America proves

that folies à doux is sure

to become a household word.

~

Sanity can be 

restored if enough stand strong

and keep clear heads and warm hearts.

We can help create

 a new normal by voting

for reason and care.

~

And by extending

that care to those less than pleased,

normal can include healing.

This building fatigue,

growing, spreading sense of dread;

on what do we blame it all?

~

Let’s look for cause, not

blame, then set about finding

best possible remedies.

The full moon makes up

for the sun’s irregular

appearance these past few days.

~

Once in a blue moon

you find that you feel a need

for some moonlit surveillance.