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.
As November ends
and this bitter cold descends
we seek comfort among friends.
~
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Rather, breathe deeply,
and watch the world around us
unfold in shocking splendor.
Digging through misused,
long neglected storage space
freed some ancient allergens.
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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.
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Not entirely.
The integrity and skill
of the analyzer counts.
Extending a paw,
Murphy invites me to join
her in a moment of purrs.
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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.
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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?
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Making history
by addressing present needs?
How revolutionary!
One more discussion
that goes nowhere because hearts
and minds are closed tight.
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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.
–
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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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…