Who knows what we’ll find
if we open our eyes and
set all assumptions aside?
~
Let’s assume WordPress
makes changes not just on whim
and embrace block editing.
Who knows what we’ll find
if we open our eyes and
set all assumptions aside?
~
Let’s assume WordPress
makes changes not just on whim
and embrace block editing.
Just like pulling teeth,
these needlessly dramatic,
circular conversations.
~
A drama a day
keeps facing unpleasant truths
at bay where it’s hoped they’ll stay.
Even though the truth
stares us in the face, we’ve learned
to rely on lies.
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Truth’s hard to swallow
while lies slide down real easy
when you only talk the talk.
Here at the Drive-in,
yes, promise, they still exist,
watching vintage commercials!
~
This vintage mother
sits at home viewing Netflix,
no commercials, on tv.
As the years go by,
more and more lives are lost, but
many resist gun reform.
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As the years went by
more and more lives were lost, but
many resisted seat belts.
A brief time away
can alter your perspective
And recharge your very soul.
~
When we leave behind
our familiar daily cares,
we often regenerate.
They gained the whole world
but did they also lose their
souls in the process?
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From my perspective,
that seems like the deal they made.
Guess we’ll see how they profit.
Here we go again,
collecting numerous likes
on another empty page!
~
Wordless poems must
be all the rage and no work
is needed. You can’t beat that.
A Virginia spring
has a magic all its own –
medicine for tired souls
~
Now that spring has sprung,
Cicadas will soon emerge,
making us long for winter.
Velvety velour
somehow seems sandpapery
because of one bit of grit.
~
No matter how hard
we try, the grit seizes our
attention and won’t let go.
A tangerine sky-
promise of a juicy end
to a busy day?
~
Going farther west
that tangerine looks peachy
and rather more sfumato.
Beneath this downpour,
those dejected daffodils
hang their heads and cry
~
The morning brought change,
but to their dismay, what came
was not sun, but snow.
When racing against
clocks, it’s hard to make the time
to track each fleeting moment.
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Racing against time
hardly seems worth the effort
since it has such a head start.
Active deception
builds a climate of mistrust
regardless of intentions.
~
It’s especially
hard to trust the sunniest
forecasts in such a climate.
Going somewhere slow
sure beats going nowhere fast
unless speed is all that counts.
~
Fools always rush in
where Angels are reluctant
to fly supersonicly.
Fairy lights dancing
in hues of purple and blue
through the distant misty woods.
~
You will trip the light
fantastic if you decide
to dance among them.
Often when we go
on a quest, we find something
much different than what we sought.
~
There’s no pot of gold
lurking rear the rainbow’s end,
but magic’s found in searching.
Idling away
this resplendent afternoon,
kenning life’s meaning.
~
and not so many
miles away, you are joined
by another life kenner.
A sane voice rings out,
calling us to remember
that truth does matter.
~
Sane voices can’t quite
drown out shrill insanity
rehashed with such stridency.
This feuding must end.
We can’t be a whole nation
full of Hatfields and McCoys.
~
We can disagree
with civility and use
differences creatively.
Sometimes the best thing
to do is nothing, but that’s
an affront to can-doers.
~
Nobody can tell
when nothing’s being done if
everybody looks busy.
…And just how often
must a person be cautioned
before they will heed advice?
~
Many a classic
tale centers around just such
a perennial question.
Color me confused.
They’re pro-life but they won’t take
the COVID vaccine?
~
Odd… They won’t wear masks
yet still they hide behind them?
Fundamental enigmas!
Asleep at the switch;
is that what poetry shares
with a railway disaster?
~
Poets do sometimes
doze off, but we hope we don’t
put our poor readers to sleep.
Tiny birds visit
the pile of fallen trees,
paying homage to what was.
~
In life, a refuge
from weather and predators,
in death, still, refuge for prey.
A single blossom,
this one lonesome daffodil,
will, anon, become many.
~
This early bloomer
lights the path with golden light
for all who will soon follow.
Even our dogs know
you can learn a lot from the crap
that is left behind.
~
Let’s hope the Bureau
lets slip their dogs to follow
the crap back to the crappers!
Pulled so many ways
by pleasures and duties,
how is one to cope?
~
Coping begins with
learning what to say yes to
and when to say no.
Sunny and cold beats
warm, gray, and wet. I gladly
don my coat as Spring draws nigh.
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Can we both agree,
regardless our preferences,
a freezing rain is the worst?
This incessant gloom
is begging to be replaced
by the approaching springtime.
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Even the gloom seems
to yearn for a bit of light,
a wish soon to be granted.