And thus, Canada

becomes the beacon of hope

shining brightly on the hill.

~

Perhaps that guy Trump

has inadvertently lit

such beacons across the world.

A tree stands alone

in a field, branches outstretched,

waving to the sun.

~

A lone testament

to a once vast forestland

long since broken to the plough.

When the cat’s away,

mice will tend to overeat,

and lounge about carelessly.

~

When the cat comes back

he finds a remarkable

feast awaiting him.

Hurry makes things worse

when it comes to  writing verse.

Fun is what it’s all about.

~

If there is no fun,

 verse, despite meter and rhyme,

reads like a sealed indictment.

Instead of  arming

ourselves with guns, what if we

armed ourselves with compassion?

~

 If you don’t believe

compassion can be lethal,

you ain’t been in the Deep South!

I find myself lapped

by the poetry cycle

of our daily exercize.

~

We don’t need to race.

Do you want to slow down for

a while and catch your breath?

Watching a blossom

caught by the wind fly far

from its place of origin.

~

And all the while,

wondering where its wander

will waft it, at last. to rest.

Spent time dealing with

Anthem Customer Service…

Now need Migraine remedy!

~

Trying to reason

with them insures your health will

certainly be compromised.

From across the pond

comes a loud howl. A complaint

or supplication?

~

Either could be true;

On the other hand, maybe

they are just saying, I’m Here!

So many poems

fully formed within my mind

don’t survive to be written.

~

Many of us have

a large collection of fine,

though unwritten, works.

That robin arrived

just in time to give his mate

a tiny kernel of seed.

~

That poor henpecked guy

surely doesn’t understand

why she’d rather have a worm.

The clear air is filled

with the tiny white flowers

of towering Black Locusts.

~

Enthusiastic

oversharing is common

at this time of year.

After the sun sets

and night wanders in, the moon

begins to glow with delight.

~

And dances, in joy,

with celestial partners

unconcerned by observers.

What is the best way

to address and counteract

a confirmation bias?

~

Genuine questions

can open the minds and hearts

of the asker and the asked.

Something about dogs,

so insistent on leaving

their marks, reminds me of Trump.

~

Lasting legacies

are oft not as appealing

as their makers imagine.

Viewing a blank page

elicits the highest praise

from some of our audience.

~

At a time full of

words, their absence may be quite

highly regarded.

A freshly mowed lawn

shimmers in the sunlight as

birds chirp with pleasure.

~

Waiting patiently

for the inevitable

promise of April showers.

Why file taxes

when the government’s failing

to meet their obligations?

~

Bankruptcy isn’t

only about money as

Trump so nobly shows us.

Braving April’s rain,

the birds stand on the porch rail

waiting to be fed.

~

Patience always pays

dividends that far exceed

the high price of hasty rage.

Neither red nor blue.

All those elected puppets

don’t exist above the waist!

~

Whose bidding are those

“elected” puppets doing?

It’s surely not the peoples’.

To enforce tariffs

or not to enforce tariffs?

He waffles on that question.

~

Waffling’s easy

when the gesture’s import

outweighs the outcome.

When a soul craves wealth

and seeks it by any means

can it be satiated?

~

Unlike the ego,

the soul cherishes, but leaves

craving to others.

The vultures gather

to feast on the remains his

overseers wrought.

~

And if they heeds not

the rural byway’s traffic,

his fête galante will be their end.

Do those billionaires

imagine some good fortune

will be found in civil strife?

~

Their uncivil acts

bring misfortune to many

but leave them untouched.

White clouds glide across

a sun lit blue sky on this

balmy April day.

~

But in time’s fullness,

likely sooner than later,

balm will cool and blue will grey.

Alone with our thoughts

in this crowded empty field

among granite sentinels.

~

So many loved ones

lie here. Our hope is that they

know how much we care.

As we share stories,

we only wish you were here

to add your own special twist.

~

For in that telling,

from your unique point of view,

could the full saga unfold.

The voice of reason

can’t be heard if it remains

unspoken because of fear.

~

Even when spoken,

reason’s dulcet serenade

often falls upon deaf ears.

Of survival skills,

the one most underrated

is resiliency.

~

We’re going to need

that and a sense of humor

in the years ahead.

Our minds can wander

to places unknown while

our pens wait for words.

~

Our pens can wander

on pages unknown while

our minds churn anxious butter.