So many months pass.

So many years fly by, but

sometimes the days seem to crawl.

~

Perceptions of time

are ruled by their own Law of

Special Relativity

Bright colored flowers

offer a welcome greeting

after extended absence.

~

They ask no questions

nor expect a souvenir.

Their true colors shine.

Murphy, my cat, does

not give a cat’s meow that

I’m writing poems.

~

Meanwhile, my dogs

yap in mocking derision

at my poetic vision.

Chemical weapons,

banned by Geneva Accords,

linger in certain perfumes.

~

And the battle of

the sexes continues to

rage rampantly on.

The unspeakable

has been spoken, but some

ears refuse to hear.

~

Much like the blindness

of those who chose not to see,

this deafness: self-inflicted.

“Unbridled Chaos”

promises an eruption

every time his way is barred.

~

Interruption through

constant chaos will get him

attention, not election.

A wise woman once

said, “Speak up, but don’t talk down

as you shine truth’s light around.”

~

That light better be

ultraviolet A and B

to sanitize the GOP!

Thirty Seven PACs

bombarding my message app.

Bipartisan fear mongers.

~

Wish such messages

of fear would disappear. We

need no more of that.

That blue heron stood,

surveyed sunlit surroundings,

and pronounced them good.

~

Beneath him wise fish,

considering his presence,

scattered among grass and reeds.

Our greatest journeys

most often start with a step

we would never choose to take.

~

Though unchosen, when

we look back, we see it took

us where we needed to go..

If division is

wanted, try multiplying

sneers, lies, and insults.

~

Maybe, better yet,

divide hate filled rhetoric

by multiplying good will.

Five hundred miles

only to land in a room

brightened by photos from home.

~

Sometimes distance helps

us rediscover the warmth

and beauty of home.

The same event is

differently remembered by

each rememberer.

~

And those differences

become entrenched positions

from which blood feuds may ferment.

Obsolete networks

require painful updates…

that, or simple replacement.

~

Upon reflection,

we discover the same is

also true for us.

Tell me, wise son, if

he doesn’t have a leg to

stand on, how can he still run?

~

One without standing

is barred from filing suits!

Well… that’s how it used to be…

Perhaps insurance

companies, too, should be bound

by the hippocratic oath?

~

True, but they are bound

by a previous oath to

remain hypocritical.

In and out they go,

these cats and dogs, and when I’ll

sleep nobody knows.

~

Freedom of movement

are chief among dogs’ and cats’

inalienable rights.

Lord, help us be kind

when we are the least inclined

for the sake of unity.

~

Help us accept this

challenge to open our hearts

even to those who’ve caused pain.

It’s possible to

admire a man and still

question his choices.

~

There are differences

between admiring men

and trusting them with blind faith.

Stanley Kowalski,

at first glance, seems the hero.

Not unlike some other guy.

~

Not unlike someone

we know who much desires

to make himself great again.

Sometimes we want time

to slow, sometimes to speed up,

and sometimes to stop.

~

Like the great river,

time rushes, eddies, or stills

all at the moment’s mercy.

Here we go again;

allowing life’s distractions

to derail creation’s train.

~

Ii’s not long before

we’re back on track and ready

to begin chugging along.

Surveying the land,

that red fox sat patiently

in the morning sun,

~

Keeping watchful eye

for any who might approach

with less than benevolence.

Despite differences,

people of goodwill agree

all deserve civility.

~

Civilization

is based on civility,

but some prefer anarchy.

So far this summer

is filled with heated moments.

Cool reason has departed.

~

Heated rhetoric

is designed to blind the mind

thus freezing our reasoning.

As the heat rises,

one might reach the conclusion

that it’s an election year.

~

All the lies simply

fan the flames, maximize our

chance of dying from heat stroke.

Should we be surprised

that the Grand Old Party chose

Bloody Red to stand behind?

~

When their primary

strategy involves wounding

not dialogue? No surprise.

The United States

of America…was it

all just a pipe dream?

~

In Flint Michigan,

the pipes spew toxic nightmares.

Are these American Dreams?

Old familiar pains

turning up in new places?

Is this same old something new?

~

Recurring questions

such as these can become more

frequent as we age.

Time and time again,

we humans get it wrong. Will

AI do any better?

~

AI is designed

by us fallible humans,

so, garbage in, garbage out?