Is it irony
when our most cherished beliefs
are not supported by facts?
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It is ironic
when our passionately held
truths turn out to be fiction.
Is it irony
when our most cherished beliefs
are not supported by facts?
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It is ironic
when our passionately held
truths turn out to be fiction.
Nothing light, nothing
heavy – just a much welcomed
ordinary day.
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… at least, what passes
for ordinary in these
extraordinary times.
It’s an achievement;
I’ve been blogging seven years?
So they would have me believe!
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And how long have we,
fellow poet, been blogging
daily with one another?
Today I offered
a silent thanks. Things worked out
better than I thought they would.
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Low expectations
offer us greater chances
to be pleasantly surprised.
When we are surprised
by something unexpected,
why conceal our reaction?
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Surprises sometimes
leave us frozen, unable
to feel or react.
There’s something about
a dog that invites us to
relax, let go, and have fun.
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Positive regard,
canine’s stock in trade, breeds
self-actualization.
Love trumps logic
and financial common sense .
It’s this that makes us humane.
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Love is a logic
of the heart that is deeper
than pockets will ever be.
Why play ego games
with the economy when
we all have so much to lose?
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Modern politics;
studies in aggrandizement
at the cost of Statesmanship.
Action long delayed
yields immense satisfaction,
when, finally, undertaken.
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Then we shake our heads
and wonder what in the world
made us wait so long.
Is there anything
that spells contentment as much
as cats basking in the sun?
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Maybe pigs in slop
are equally contented,
but oddly less appealing.
Beneath the night sky
we walk with flashlights, waiting
for the rising moon.
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She, upon rising’s,
clad in orange; homage to
forest fires, far away.
That smoke and mirrors
they use to obscure the facts,
only proves there’s a fire.
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Fires, used rightly,
can provide warmth and light, but
they’d call it socialism.
Poems await their
poets and their poets wait
for inspiration.
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Inspiring words
often arrive a bit late,
leaving us poets hungry.
Get your hands dirty,
they said, it builds character,
they said, with un-calloused palms.
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With calloused hearts, they
proclaim while their characters
could use some cleaning.
Three yellow flowers
shimmering in the sun – though small
they lit up my day.
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And three butterflies
flitter between them all day
under the shimmering sun.
Introducing men
to the meaning of manhood‘s
not about testosterone.
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Indeed it isn’t,
and what a blessing it will
be when that news spreads.
When poets argue,
do they do so in rhyme and
does verse make it worse?
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We seek out the wurst
poetry has to offer.
Don’t contend this is a crime.
I can’t bring myself
to dwell in anger or grief
for events decades ago.
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What can we learn from
our fear based reactions to
those past heart wrenching events?
The morning light on
rain soaked trees – a wet welcome
to a bright, sparkling day.
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Hopeful harbinger
to the coming icy rime
of November’s frost-clad limbs.
Great expectations
inevitably result
in crushing disappointment.
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Sometimes, but sometimes,
like with the first moon landing,
those expectations paid off.
At dinner tonight
Knox explained to me his plight.
He’s a young dog and I’m old.
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Grant him your blessing
to galavant with others
so he’ll not abandon you.
When will people learn?
There are things you just don’t stop
without great transition plans.
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Transitions occur.
Sometimes we have a chance to
plan for them and sometimes not.
Oh, wee fox, it’s night
and not the time to be in
the road looking for dinner.
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Dining on the road
Is never recommended…
for neither beasts nor humans.
Bowling with brothers
over a pitcher of brew
is what family’s all about.
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Being together
no matter what’s brewing does
strengthen family bonds.
I know life’s not all
butterflies and hummingbirds,
but it was for me today.
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Toil and sweating
were more today’s cup of tea
over here, ‘round my abode.
When you swim in seas
of ulterior motives
how do you recognize sharks.?
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Seldom do they look
like sharks. They often come dressed
in bikinis and loincloths.
This rain was a breath
of cool air at a time when
it was most needed.
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Any change is good
when facing humidity
nearing ninety-nine percent.
Anticipation
is often much more painful
than reality.
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“Before Spaces” are
hard to occupy when they’re
filled with dark imaginings.
September begins,
but there’s no end to doldrums,
compliments of the virus.
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Whirlwinds come to pass,
innocence can never last,
wake me when September ends.