As November ends

and this bitter cold descends

we seek comfort among friends.

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Friends and fires bring

us warmth when we find ourselves

lost, forlorn, and cold.

Come, join me in this

sacred space where silence sings

wordless songs of peace.

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Silently singing

peans of poetic praise

sanctify the sacrament.

He lay expounding

on the evils of camels

approaching ever faster.

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With each beat of his

heart, the young boy’s fear of those

nightmare camels grew.

With so much other

stuff to do, it’s hard to find

time to make things rhyme.

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Hours on the phone

tracking down medications

trying to find them in stock!

Every morning Knox

does the downward facing dog,

inviting me to just try.

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Bright rising daylight

counterpointed by cold air.

Contrasts of Autumn.

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Coughing fits conflict

with a desire to hear

the leaves crunch beneath our feet.

It’s hard to believe

in humanity’s goodness,

but small acts of kindness help.

~

The steady pressure

applied by all the masses

overwhelms One’s evil deeds.

Thankful gratitude

for the joys of existence

and for the sorrows as well.

~

Knox asked me to add

a word of thanks for joyous

play with his squirrels and sticks.

This cold autumn rain,

even more than winter snows

provokes aches in every joint.

~

The sun now evokes

relief from the aches all that

autumn rain provoked.

Hurried and harried,

we make it through the day,

savoring nought on the way.

~

Rather, breathe deeply,

and watch the world around us

unfold in shocking splendor.

Digging through misused,

long neglected storage space

freed some ancient allergens.

~

Digging through storage,

we can discover more than

we were looking for.

I was doing my

mindful meditation when

I recalled what I forgot.

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Recalling the lost

seems to defeat the point of

meditating mindlessly.

All analysis

entirely depends on

the quality of data.

~

Not entirely.

The integrity and skill

of the analyzer counts.

Extending a paw,

Murphy invites me to join

her in a moment of purrs.

~

That serene moment,

punctuated by purring,

represents pure inner peace.

Just my opinion…

Any god that’s worth his salt

can’t be a one trick pony.

~

I don’t think it’s God

that has only one trick. I think

it’s God made in our image.

The bare bones of truth

remain after all the lies

and denials rot away.

~

And as time goes by

those old ossified remains

keep getting re-elected!

I remember when

I thought thirty-six was OLD

doubting I would live that long!

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And yet here you are

teetering on the brink of

sixty , my young son.

Those who come late to

the bird feeder avoid fuss,

but still eat plenty.

~

Early arrivals

get to choose the choicest nuts

while laggards peck at millet.

What if our leaders

focused more on needs at hand

than on history’s legacies?

~

Making history

by addressing present needs?

How revolutionary!

One more discussion

that goes nowhere because hearts

and minds are closed tight.

~

History demonstrates

that tightly closed hearts and minds

are pre-conditions for war

History often paints

the most beautiful portraits

of despicable people.

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Whoever is in

power decides who and how

to paint the chosen portraits.

Justifying words

can defy and conceal truths

that the heart knowingly holds.

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A deceitful heart

loves obfuscatory words…

Anything to hide behind.

Life is a highway

and I want to ride it, all

unto death embrace.

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We’ll ride life’s highway

together until I leave

for a rest stop in the sky.

Election Day – We

honor our democracy

when we cast our vote.

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Corporate “people”

cast about vast stacks of cash;

selfishness outweighs honor.

In the dark of night,

in these chill depths of autumn,

vixens scream their wanton cries.

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With the rising sun

comes lilting sounds of waking

birds to warm the chill of night.

Recalibrating

the sun is not an option,

so we just reset our clocks.

~

Human nature makes

changing clocks much easier

than just rising with the sun.

A pair of drumsticks;

pale commemoration for

so bright a music lover.

~

Finding symbols to

commemorate anyone’s

life is not easy.

What we see depends

on the angle we look from,

but it’s just a partial view.

~

By stereopsis

and parallax displacement,

we can see the world with depth.

This month’s early freeze,

perhaps a snowy winter;

compliments of El Niño!

~

The world could use some

cooling off after heated

battles leave us scorched.

I swear inscribed on

that passing funeral car were

the words “Lucky Stiff”.

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All things considered,

given the state of the world,

an argument could be made…