April fools alone
contemplate, and scribble rhymes
in this material world.
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Foolish from their love
of words, poets dare to speak
in a sometimes hostile world.
April fools alone
contemplate, and scribble rhymes
in this material world.
~
Foolish from their love
of words, poets dare to speak
in a sometimes hostile world.
Will someone answer
that questioning owl so we
get a moment’s peace?
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Owls only ask
these existential questions
to those they know can answer.
Do we recoil
from these absurd policies
or do we lean in and fight?
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It’s natural to
recoil from such harmful
policies, but we must fight.
Trump now lays claim to
April First as a day of
honor for his followers.
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Who’s the bigger fool;
the foolish King wannabe
or those sold to peasantry?
This shade of verdure,
somewhat more yellow than green,
forecasts Irises blooming.
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Hints of lovely things
to come can be found if you
pause and look around.
I guess they think our
homeland will be more secure
if they plan for war, not peace.
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Full transparency
in government requires
nothing to be classified?
Do clouds mar the pure
cerulean sky’s expanse
or highlight its dynamics?
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It all depends on
the viewers and whatever
mood they happen to be in.
Dandelions dot
our path, brightly announcing
Spring has come at last.
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And flashes of white
fringe and highlight the woods
heralding hope with sorrow.
Beautiful spring days,
balmy with warmth and flowers,
massage our tired spirits.
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Spring’s green message of
renewal reminds us gray
doesn’t have the final say.
It seems toxic waste
has spread as far as Congress,
the White House, and way beyond.
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This, once great, nation
now’s a great superfund site
and the EPA is dead.
Giving enough rope
will not work this time around;
the whole world will hang with him.
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When everything hangs
in the balance it is time
to open our eyes and act.
As the full moon fades,
the trees reach out to the stars,
hoping for a bit of light.
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Only trees, these days,
have the patience to invest
in such lofty goals.
When our simple joys
become more pains than pleasures,
it’s time to find new hobbies.
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The source of joy might
lie in simply being as
much as it lies in doing.
The sudden stillness
after the big wind left us
wondering what was to come.
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Like a hurricane,
that sudden calm just may be
a pause before the second wind.
As darkness deepens
and the winds begin to howl,
all wise folk seek out shelter.
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Riding out the storm
is the first step followed by
assessment and cleaning up.
Et tu, King of Clubs!
Beware, this, your Ides of March,
lest you suffer Caesar’s fate.
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If you reign with clubs,
as our present highness does,
a grim fate likely awaits.
?
So, three point one four,
once essential for building,
is now just about dessert?
~
Son, your reference
to pi and the Bloodhound Gang
is just not family friendly.
Let’s not be out trumped
by muskiness, Surely we
can reverse the tide.
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Of course he’s the Don!
And Musk’s what, his enforcer?
Casa Bianca’s all mobbed up.
That man can subfusc
the brightest of spring mornings
with his joyless agenda.
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His governance
by shenanigans brings out
darkness everywhere.
To look busy, they
found nonexistent problems
and dashed around solving them.
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As an afterthought,
when their actions made things worse,
they blame their predecessor.
Wanton disregard
has become this president’s
essential requirement.
~
His associates
mirror his own essential
quality quite precisely.
No one ever said
“Compassion is the killer.”,
but the term’s barely begun.
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The real killers are
already loose: hot heads joined
with ice cold disdain.
All that windiness
is not nature’s doing, but
comes from heated rhetoric.
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Heated rhetoric
may not cause all climate change
but it sure is blustery!
It’s the standing snags,
long dead but not yet fallen,
that fool us with hollow strength.
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Leaders pretending
to care, but whose hearts are dead
deceive with displays of strength.
When those at the top
ignore the needs of those at
the bottom, Musk and Trump beam.
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Old trees with deep roots
weather this chaos with ease
while beaming old men are felled.
Ninety-nine minutes
and the needle never moved
fans and opponents unswayed.
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What did move was his
lying tongue and his waving
hands seeking an audience.
Where are our leaders
as our national light starts
to flicker and die?
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Hiding in the dark
in terror their own party
will feed them to the Wendigo.
How much evidence
will it take ‘til some believe
that guy’s just up to no good?
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Misplaced loyalty
blinds some from seeing all that
they don’t wish to see.
When you don’t know how
to negotiate, you just
bully and berate.
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The Art of the Deal
involves insults and shouting
for an artless narcissist.
Surely all must call
this benighted second dose
national recrudescence
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Another outbreak
of crudeness has descended
upon the White House.