Summer colds aren’t so
hot, which is why, believe it
or not, I have gone to pot.
~
Smoking wacky weed
won’t quite make breathing a breeze,
but will shift your perspective.
Summer colds aren’t so
hot, which is why, believe it
or not, I have gone to pot.
~
Smoking wacky weed
won’t quite make breathing a breeze,
but will shift your perspective.
Our lives like rivers
Roaring from their origins
Meandering near the end
~
Flowing along ’til
at last they join ocean’s vast
and open embrace.
Listen to the crows.
They can teach you how to crow
and squawk as needed.
~
Such learning must be
mandatory for those in
political arenas.
Some people never
learn from making huge mistakes;
naming them great victories.
~
Thinking they can’t be
outtrumped, they simply move on
to another game.
I was all booked up
and ready to read, but fell
fast asleep instead.
~
Your body informs,
in ways that books never will,
exactly what you needed.
Some reap benefits
as if it were their just due;
eschewing obligations.
~
And the question is
why do we elect them so
they can do what they just do.
What does it say if
one continues to support
what is unsupportable?
~
Some can not admit
any error in judgement
fearing what truth will reveal.
If a President’s
guilty of financial crimes,
why should I pay my taxes?
~
You are better than
the former president as
are all honest citizens.
No need to lose your
cool. Just grab this chance to walk
your heated emotions off.
~
I’d need lots more shoes
to walk off the endless heat
from his vapid rhetoric.
As the spring succumbs
to summer prematurely,
will we, somehow, keep our cool?
~
In the last few days,
Spring made a major comeback
thus helping us keep our cool.
Dancing in the dark,
those lightning bugs bring pleasure
to all who see them.
~
Raving in the dark
those who blind themselves equate
Conspiracy with Justice.
Some people keep score,
not by account balances
but, by services rendered.
~
Settling scores or
keeping them can be a trap
that ensnares us with numbers.
When there are no words,
we sometimes try to speak
but fail to get what we seek.
~
Silence speaks volumes
if one has the natural wit
to sit still and listen close.
Poetic effort
is, sometimes, not required
for the pen to hit the pad.
~
But without effort
and poetry, we mainly
end up with just lists.
We’re a free country.
May we always remember
the price so many have paid.
~
But do not believe
they made those sacrifices
so we could limit freedoms.

This brief epitaph
seems such poor punctuation
for the story of a life.
~
Unidentified
lives matter too and were shown
here the respect they deserve.
So many moments
of potential joy if we’d
only notice them.
~
More than just notice,
harvesting potential joy
requires an active choice.
Four in the morning.
I awake to a day filled
with moonlight and I smile.
~
By seven o’clock,
rain supplants that bright moonlight,
and yet, I smile as well.
A day on the road
does provide ample fodder
to inspire many rhymes.
~
But sometimes it leaves
us so tired we must first
take time to unwind.
Even if we don’t
have answers, you’d think we could
at least have some good questions.
~
We have good questions!
We just need them considered,
Not drowned in hostile soundbites.
Sunlight and shadow
engage in endless battle
beneath the leaves of this tree.
~
But when night enters
their seemingly endless fray,
the battle’s over.
The world that’s seen by
hummingbirds and butterflies
is a sight for our sore eyes.
~
A wider spectrum
and multiple lenses can
make a midden beautiful.
Early morning rain
awakens me… not my brain…
it leaves that to my bladder.
~
When nature calls, our
bodies must answer even
if our brains prefer to rest.
.
Begorrah, my dog,
Your warmth is like an anchor
Binding me here to this bed.
~
Saphira, my cat,
your constant meowing drives
me protesting from my bed.
Tiny flecks of light
dance in the late evening sky.
wishing us goodnight.
~
Careless of mere bats,
heeding old gospel tunes,
they let their little lights shine.
Hopes and dreams linger
like fading recollections
of once momentous events.
~
Perhaps hopes and dreams
are reluctant to leave til
they become events.
On the other hand,
What if we’re the only ones
modeling true leadership?
~
Change begins at home
they say. Perhaps modeling
such true leadership would spread.
The week begins with
warmth and light. May we model
those qualities too.
~
Optimistically,
if we manifest these traits
society will follow.
They say, “S#!t happens.”
And although that might seem trite,
that don’t make it any fun!
~
When s#!t overflows,
a constipated moment
is much to be desired.
Here at my house, folks
laze in bed. Unlike the sun
they refuse to rise and shine.
~
Lazing in the bed
has much to recommend it,
if dosed in moderation.