Have we become so
worn down by repeated lies
that we can’t discern the truth?
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When it comes to lies,
discernment’s not the problem,
it’s the will to name bullshit!
Have we become so
worn down by repeated lies
that we can’t discern the truth?
~
When it comes to lies,
discernment’s not the problem,
it’s the will to name bullshit!
Humor can succeed,
in daily education,
where stern reprimands can not.
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Humor can create
openings while those stern
reprimands only build walls.
Sometimes you don’t know
how much you needed a rest
until you get one.
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Wise men make carriers
seeming to appear busy
all while emulating sloths.
Unexpected trips
yield unexpected results,
thus, become an adventure.
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Better to view such
trips as adventures than to
see them as aggravations.
Grandkids made my day
though I continued to see
things in my old way.
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Broadening the mind,
first, requires that one must
seek a wider point of view.
Pay close attention!
I absolutely do not
serve at his will and pleasure!
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Try as I might, I
can’t get that message across
to His Royal Highness, Knox.
I remember those
days, long past, when Burma-Shave
poems adorned the roadside.
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Hardly Robert Burns;
but any roadside poem
may broaden somebodies mind.
With the first deep freeze,
hard anon, in evidence,
do we find our souls prepared?
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When with warm hearts we
invite others to join us
by the fire, we’re prepared.
Sometimes it feels like
I get snagged in a net when
I go on the internet.
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There is a reason,
other than sweet consonance,
they named the net “World Wide Web”.
There are more trees bare
now than remain color clad,
casting the hues heavenward.
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So grateful all trees
aren’t quick change artists and some
still wear their bright garb.
I don’t need to set
an alarm. Each morning I
awake to hungry meows.
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I sleep through meows
much like I sleep through alarms
and about everything else.
Personality
is neither curse nor blessing,
but a feature… like a nose.
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And like noses, some
personalities are more
preferred than others.
It would be helpful
to know where the line we just
crossed was located.
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Once we’ve crossed the line,
what benefit do we gain
by learning where it had been.
Oh, my cable tow,
how I lament your great length
as you drag me to and fro…
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The sacred ties that
bind sometimes require us
to go to great lengths.
The climate of change
must come fast if we’re going
to halt climate change.
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Would we could equal
the swift rate of climate change
with a speedy reaction!
Wonder of wonders!
A celebration was held
and there was zero bloodshed!
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In honor of your
recent maturity, we
were on our best behavior.
Fifty seven years
ago I birthed a wee boy.
Now he’s a middle-aged man.
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Only outwardly
is that boy an aging man;
his heart still wees from the stoop!
Nothing tastes quite like
a crusty, fresh, French baguette
on the left bank of the Seine.
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The senses rejoice,
filling heart and body with
deep satisfaction.
Peanut butter snacks
may not be the answer to
life’s problems, but they do help.
~
Any snack will help
ameliorate hardships
and improve dispositions.
They don’t need to share
their internal dramascape
with everyone around them.
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For them and for us
sometimes things just spill over
and then the clean-up begins.
All along the way
we meet those who help and those
who hinder. Let’s be helpers.
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When we greet strangers
as if they were long lost friends,
one who’d hinder may help out.
Gold leaves and pink streaked,
pale blue sky – Nature has its
own special style.
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Uninvested in
silly human conventions
like contrast or complement
Does scarcity drive
consumption more than outright
prohibitive injunction?
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What’s beyond our grasp
for whatever reason makes
us reach for it even more.
Time crawls when waiting
for test results, but the mind
doesn’t stop racing.
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Anxiety builds
in the silence of waiting
amplifying every fear.
Indivisible?
You keep pledging to that, friend,
but do you know what it means?
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And what about that
other part -with liberty
and justice for all?
Today’s news wasn’t
music to my ears, but we
can compose a different tune.
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A Cacophony
is, sometimes, just what it takes
for us to pay attention.
Icy autumn rains
with the warnings of a freeze,
presage garden’s sudden death.
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Or at least a long
winter’s sleep before a new
beginning next spring.
Limited options
can sometimes release latent
creativity.
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Creativity
flourishes under hardship,
thus producing improvements.
Pulling out often
doesn’t go quite like we plan…
in both love and war.
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All plans, from the best
laid plans to the unbest, oft
can go astray.