When we realize what
we don’t know exceeds what we
do, wisdom begins.
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Knowledge does not make
the being; but by being,
the knowledge is born
When we realize what
we don’t know exceeds what we
do, wisdom begins.
~
Knowledge does not make
the being; but by being,
the knowledge is born
Inside the icehouse,
it’s easy to minimize
heat related illnesses.
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That’s definitely
true if the icehouse of which
you speak is the heart.
Knox wanders the land,
nose to the ground, in search of
a multitude of pleasures.
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Canine wanderlust
fueled by pleasant odors
leads them on to adventure.
This Covid Bullshit
sure is playing merry hob
with head and chest and bowels!
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I know it is hard
to live in Covid hell when
all you want is to feel well.
It can be hard to
maintain equilibrium
in these tumultuous times.
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Like a little boat
cast adrift on heavy seas,
we just try to stay upright.
Uninvited guests
came with us from overseas.
Seems like we were body jacked.
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Some visitors know
no bounds and like viruses
take up residence unasked.
A speaker of truth
vies with a memoir liar
Wonder who will be V.P.?
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Lies go down easy.
The truth is a bitter pill.
Now’s the time for medicine.
Bitter foes drive by
inconvenient homeless men
too worn down to ask for change.
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Without compassion,
driven by narcissism,
they ride in splendor.
Off the starboard rail,
some whale did that blowhole thing.
Everybody cheered.
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And Trump said he could
blow harder than the biggest
of them and get no blowback.
Cats intently gaze
at flurry of birds outside.
It’s their cat tv.
~
Bermudan cats snooze
uninterested in mere fowl,
preferring to laze in shade.
In all directions
and endless empty expanse
of wave, sky, cloud, and ocean.
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Please take refuge in
such beautiful emptiness.
Too muchness will greet you soon.
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His world and ours might
change if before opening
his mouth he would count to ten.
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Sequences are not
exactly his strongest suit.
He’s Mister Non-sequitur.
Crepe Myrtle blossoms
maintain cheerful vibrancy
wilting in August swelter.
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To wilt vibrantly
is a condition to which
many of us aspire.
So many months pass.
So many years fly by, but
sometimes the days seem to crawl.
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Perceptions of time
are ruled by their own Law of
Special Relativity
Bright colored flowers
offer a welcome greeting
after extended absence.
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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.
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Meanwhile, my dogs
yap in mocking derision
at my poetic vision.
Chemical weapons,
banned by Geneva Accords,
linger in certain perfumes.
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And the battle of
the sexes continues to
rage rampantly on.
The unspeakable
has been spoken, but some
ears refuse to hear.
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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.
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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.”
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That light better be
ultraviolet A and B
to sanitize the GOP!
Thirty Seven PACs
bombarding my message app.
Bipartisan fear mongers.
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Wish such messages
of fear would disappear. We
need no more of that.
That blue heron stood,
surveyed sunlit surroundings,
and pronounced them good.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Sometimes distance helps
us rediscover the warmth
and beauty of home.
The same event is
differently remembered by
each rememberer.
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And those differences
become entrenched positions
from which blood feuds may ferment.
Obsolete networks
require painful updates…
that, or simple replacement.
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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?
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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?
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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.
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Freedom of movement
are chief among dogs’ and cats’
inalienable rights.