Do we reach beyond
our normal, rational, selves
when we presume to create?
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Indeed it is true
and life is more interesting
when we do so reach.
Do we reach beyond
our normal, rational, selves
when we presume to create?
~
Indeed it is true
and life is more interesting
when we do so reach.
As poets we don’t
know where our words will take us,
but we do enjoy the ride.
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We find pleasure in
knowing neither origin
nor direction in our work.
To carry or not
to carry an umbrella …
that was yesterday’s question.
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Yesterday’s rainfall
would likely have exceeded
any umbrella’s limits.
Rising and shining
is considered virtuous.
Is this just propaganda?
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Sinking and dimming
aren’t considered virtuous,
but appeal to the weary.
Pollen covered pond
lies still, waiting for the rain
to wash its troubles away.
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Careless are the trees,
scattering widely their seed,
hoping to impregnate fish?
Why are invasive
flowers all so beautiful
and equally reviled?
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It could be said that
we’ve gotten it wrong and that
we are the real invaders.
A small, dark creature
scampered across the yard. I
was relieved it had no stripes.
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I enjoy it when
small darknesses come calling;
the great dark blobs-not so much.
Dear, I hope you know
family stories poking fun
all translate to “I Love You”.
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When we count the ways
family members show their love,
some add while others subtract.
Knox stands in the sun,
inviting the squirrels to come
for a morning run.
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Squirrels stand on branches
mocking Knox out in the sun
waiting for him to go in.
If I am not free
to disagree civilly,
can I be called truly free?
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Is it the land of
the free when peaceful protests
and selected books are banned?
When will we ever
learn that enough is really
and truly enough?
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Enough is enough?
Egregious quitter talk
To the mass consumptionists!
Does the fact we can
contemplate God’s existence
imply we Do have free will?
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The fact that we can
affirm, deny, or ignore
suggests that we do.
Watching my green lawn
slowly fill with yellow blooms
won’t endear me to neighbors.
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All yellow blossoms
are not, by nature, evil,
Unless you’re a greenskeeper.
Is humanity,
I fervently hope and pray,
more than just taxonomy?
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We can only hope
humanity will become
defined by its humaneness.
I don’t know if those
two woodpeckers thought they could
bring down that tree but they tried.
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Woodpeckers prefer
their trees to remain upright.
That way, their snacks are cleaner.
Why won’t current flow
Through my tractor as it should
Instead of through my ankle?
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Could the current be
telling you that you’re the one
that needs to get up and go?
Yellow butterfly
flits about in morning light,
glad the rain has stopped.
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Our Irish kin say
it is a departed soul
peaceful in the afterlife.
Earth Day came and went
And I didn’t mow the lawn
or at least not all of it.
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I’m sure the birds sang
with joy not to have to
compete with that lawn mower.
The sun failed to bless
us with golden light on this
gloomy Sunday morn.
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Overcast brings joy
Of another caliber
to life’s peaceful arsenal
Old Albert Hofmann,
the day after biking high,
pressed onward in his research.
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He had hopes that through
LSD we’d come to see
nature and ourselves deeply.
Hoping to find some
magic, they traveled the world.
All the time, it was at home.
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Using arcane keys
found on various journeys
opened hidden doors to them.
When linemen gather
Discussing state of the art
Sparks are sure to fly
–
When poets gather
the sparks they strike create rhymes
in search of created verse.
The road was lined with
buttercups bringing color
to an otherwise gray day.
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Though the grey highway
winds its way into the gloom
buttercups gild its passage.
Somewhere in between
My idea and your reading
A poem is born
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And even if not
one person reads it, it’s here
alive and waiting.
Knox briefly paused, then
quickly chased that retreating
fox, inviting him to play.
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As the quick brown fox,
spying a quite spry young pup,
chose to quickly quit the field.
As days grow longer,
instead of dancing all night,
why choose an early bedtime.?
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Choices increase as
options expand. How will we
spend this increase in daylight?
They dine together,
those two cardinals, but take
time for a beak to beak kiss.
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Those beaky smoochers
need to be together more
to curtail public displays!
Awash in numbers
Eyes pulsating with fatigue
Just take the money, I beg!
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All our resources
are taxed by April fifteenth
each and every year.
Before the sun’s up
they are, these cats, dogs, and birds,
telling us to rise and shine.
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Choose not to succumb
no matter how insistent
their demanding seems
Must poetry be
analyzed and sterilized
in professorial form?
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Not unless you want
poetry to slowly be
stripped of its vitality.