Because we want things
sooner, we often end up
paying for them much later.
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We also end up
paying more for what we want
than if we had just waited.
Because we want things
sooner, we often end up
paying for them much later.
~
We also end up
paying more for what we want
than if we had just waited.
Dishwater grey sky,
Oppressively sticky air
Portend evening turbulence
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And early the next
morning the trees glisten, kissed
by the rising sun.
Where the poet starts
and where the poem goes can
surprise even the poet.
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Poets are open
to chronicle all events
no matter their relevance.
Seeking the answers
seems a futile exercise
when the questions keep changing.
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As I age, questions
and answers absorb me less,
and being interests me more.
The sun made a brief
appearance, but long enough
to lift our spirits.
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And afternoon storms
dampened me and my spirits
while I smoked pork for dinner.
Aching muscles
serve us as a reminder
that our peak is in our past.
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When goals muscle past
good judgment in an effort
to be met, aching ensues.
On that rainy day
it seemed inspiration was
washed away, but it returned.
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The tide ebbs and flows.
The seasons follow their course.
Great Sequoia sprout and fall.
Rainy beginnings
turn to felled tree removal
leaving little time to write.
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Rain and felled trees can
delay the most committed
of writers, but you rallied.
Remember when we
tried to pass for twenty-one?
Lately I aim for sixty.
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Seems the “Golden age“
is always somewhere ahead…
until we think we’ve missed it.
Despite diligence
even well-tended gardens
sometimes run to weeds.
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Diligence matters
nonetheless as the harvest
eventually will make clear.
That politician’s
sharp tongue cuts truth in two, leaves
behind maddening half-truths.
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As they slice the truth,
so too, does their rhetoric
cleave our United Nation.
The pressure to rise
and greet the glorious dawn
often comes from the bladder.
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Sometimes it’s the dog’s.
Sometimes it’s our own. Sometimes
the dog fakes it ’cause …squirrels!
The hummingbirds ask
why do they eat seeds when they
could sip sweet nectar?
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A liquid diet
leads some to intemperance,
thus they eat seeds and berries.
The call of the sheets
on an overcast morning
is difficult to ignore.
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Alas, I couldn’t
answer the call and it was
sent to rest waiting .
Will liberty and justice
for all be upheld
or will we all be let down?
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One man’s liberty
is another’s oppression…
or so zero-sumers say.
Behold the dawning –
glorious, in its splendor,
slowly supplanting darkness.
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We too can be part
of a dawning, supplanting
darkness if we choose.
Another Monday
has arrived and we’re counting
the days til Friday.
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Enumeration
matters less each passing day
as we near the goal.
If Hummingbirds fail
to find their needed nectar,
what is their alternative?
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Like us, they must move
on and look for sweetness from
a completely different source.
Woodpecker pair comes
each day and she happily
accepts the seeds he feeds her.
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Even birds must wait
upon their fair paramours
to maintain a peaceful nest.
Why worry yourself
about the unknowable;
missing this flower’s splendor?
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Why not stop and look
at all that’s here instead of
trying to see what isn’t.
When thrown off course, let’s
look around. There’s no telling
all that could be found.
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“Course” implies a race.
But should we be in such haste
when we know not what awaits?
The jungle out there
seems like open savanna
next to the morass within.
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That’s why we spend so
much time on our devices
looking for relief.
How many lives are
lost? How many saved because
of the use of guns?
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Guns don’t make the best
tools to minister the sick
or heal the injured.
Let us not be cowed
by his bluster and bombast.
He’s just frightened, bless his heart.
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As far as I can
tell, he has no heart and that’s
all we need to know.
A cool, gray June day
warmed by cardinal’s bright winged flight
and woodpecker’s steady beat.
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There is no debate.
When it comes to free form jazz
These birds are the cat’s meow!
When it comes to joy
Nothing fills my heart quite like
Poetry and art.
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Watching the birds fly,
nest, and feed always takes me
to a joy filled place.
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Never let illness
be the sole motivation
for reconciliation.
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If we think we might
be nearing the exit door,
our hearts may choose to open.
Unwelcome outer
change sometime precipitates
needed inner change.
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On the other hand,
Some, stubbornly, double down
insisting they’re the victim.
What’s a man to do
when gentle admonitions
fail to aid reformations?
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It may take some time.
Reformation moves slowly,
but don’t give up hope.