Look at those people,
Idle rich and working poor,
Have they got aught in common?
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When we look beneath
the separating surface
we find shared humanity.
Look at those people,
Idle rich and working poor,
Have they got aught in common?
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When we look beneath
the separating surface
we find shared humanity.
When we rush to get
somewhere, we can go to some
places we’d rather not be.
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Why bother rushing?
You’ll miss so much on the way!
It’s all about the journey!
A frigid sunset,
repeat with colored splendor,
can warm spirits, hearts, and souls.
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Warmth can be found on
the coldest of days if we
take the time to look.
A playful male fox
eyes her from afar, wonders
who’s that vixen in the car?
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Vixens often drive
bright-eyed foxes to wonder
why they stay so far away.
Something of value
may have no intrinsic worth,
but it is far from worthless.
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Photographs that bring
back memories of times shared
with a loved one are priceless.
When we see how we’re
depicted in another’s
story, it can be a shock.
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Some shocks startle us
into making needed change,
others just electrocute.
Like some huge millstone,
this six pound dog anchors me,
firmly, to this comfy spot.
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My eighty pound dog
interrupts my busyness,
invites me to play.
After a long day
we want to wave work away
and make room for rest or play.
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Having our druthers
may be one of many things
that await retirement.
I’d give cold hard cash
to see a court nominee
give that Senator what for!
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What’s that Senator
for anyway? All we hear
is what he’s against.
Mini choices made
throughout the day tip the scale
to the plus or minus side.
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It’s those little things
that truly make the difference
in the lives of Everyman.
Ill-conceived actions
and gross miscalculations
construct the perfect mousetrap.
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The world won’t beat paths
to rat Putin’s door to watch
him get caught in his mousetrap.
The pond is caressed
by wind and light as birds sing
mid-day lullabies.
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That’s quite a journey,
when you consider darkness
once rested on the deep’s face.
Unlikely beach scene
gracing my waking window;
perhaps a precognition?
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Whether the beach scene
was from the past or future
it brought grace to the present.
Knox offered the cats
a chance to play hide and seek,
but they huffingly declined.
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Hide and seek with Knox?
Akin to playing slap-jacks
with a rattlesnake!
Life’s not measured by
only a number of years
but all the living in them.
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Let’s swim fully in
life’s ever-changing river,
grateful for the chance.
Knox’s collection
of sticks steadily grows. It’s
doggone dog hoarding.
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If he keeps it up
you’ll both watch your dog tv
from your little doggie house!
Long days out with friends.
Early morning dental care.
Recipe for soothsaying…
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Self-care’s such a good
predictor of well-being,
there’s no woo-woo about it.
March has many moods,
sometimes all in one short day.
Makes me long for May.
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April’s welcome balm
is the perfect salve to sooth
all March’s wounds and itches.
Viewing shifting sands
in this semi-wake dream state
yields more questions than answers
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It’s always better
to shift to questions than to
think you have all the answers.
Vultures in flight -so
majestic, but on the ground
their appeal is gone.
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Eating carrion
serves a more noble purpose
than parading proud plumage!
Well… it’s not Covid
that has me feeling this bad,
so, I guess, that’s some good news.
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A half loaf’s better
than none, but we still hunger
for the full loaf of relief.
How many bluejays
can meet at the bird feeder
before a battle begins?
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A critical mass
is more about density
than empirical numbers.
Now I lay me down
to toss and turn for hours.
Allergy season returns.
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For everything there
is a season, but why add
allergies to the Spring mix?
small yellow flower,
nearly invisible, dwarfed
by towering trees
~
to some that tiny
oasis of color is
a vast and wonderful world
The horrors of war
and historic parallels
strengthen the call of the void.
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May we put that call
on hold and answer the heart’s
calls for compassion instead.
It’s real hard to find
a way forward when holding
tightly to the past.
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If you want to rise
from the depth to the surface,
you, first, let go the anchor.
Hawks and Doves complain
about the unreasoned stance
upon which the others perch.
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All in a flutter
over differences but no
melodious songs of peace.
It’s lonely out here
in Poemville. I wish my
fellow poet would visit.
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Asleep at the switch
again as per usual…
good thing this ain’t a railroad!
Pink streaked sky watches
over the close of a warm,
welcoming early March day.
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A little known fact;
Virginia’s most epic snows
historically fall in March.
Was this what he meant,
when speaking of Putin fondly,
“I like the cut of his jib”?
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If he likes to sail
with an autocrat, maybe
he has a similar jib.