As time grows shorter
blank page asks, “What is the sound
of one poet napping?”
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As time grows shorter
blank page asks, “What is the sound
of one poet napping?”
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When in a hurry
how can we keep from being
flurried and uncalm?
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Bury the flurry.
Erase the haste and worry
not about the coming storm.
Could all this talk of
spring and bloom, bud and blossom,
yield libidinous ardor?
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That’s a question best
answered by the birds and bees
and those ever young at heart.
Did little boy blue
have to blow his horn because
nobody else would?
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The inuendo
that’s galloping through my mind
is best withheld, at this time!
Does great wealth provide
greater potential to cause
greater good or greater ill?
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It’s all a matter
of what matters to the one
who’s blessed with such wealth.
When the least among
us have so little, what do
those who have the most still have?
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Like those with little,
those who have the most still have
a choice of how to use it!
Now that April fools
had their day, dare we hope the
“fools on the hill” are done too?
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As long as there’s fools’
gold to be had, you can count
on those fools to persevere.
Who is more foolish
today – the fooler or the
one caught being fooled?
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The true fool is he
who responds in anger to
one who honors him with glee.
On our myopic
leaders: Is their vision fault
a problem of eye or heart?
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To see or not to
see is a question for all
leaders’ and followers” hearts.
When did our leaders
lose concern for others and
turn the focus on themselves?
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Mighty myopic,
are they not? They can’t see past
their fear, to clearer futures.
Our founding fathers
did not fight for our freedom
to impress others, did they?
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You might be thinking
not of our founders but of
Young Turks on the hill.
But what about those
who peddle us their poisons
in liberty shaped bottles?
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Just as clothes don’t make
the man, neither does container’s
shape reveal what lies within.
When confronted by
harsh and bitter, unpleasant
truth, what is the best response?
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Because the truth can
set us free, we must embrace
unpleasant liberators.
How likely is it
that we will ever see real
liberty at Liberty?
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I suspect I’m not
“at liberty” to say, but I’ll
bet “Sweet Briar” flowers first!
Since we’ve managed
to vint heavenly nectar,
what is manna’s recipe?
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Manna’s recipe,
at the risk of sounding not
modest, is momma’s.
How do we begin
to transform the grapes of wrath
into communion wine?
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Strip first, the bitter
skin of anger and vengeance,
then ferment the heart and soul.
And when that light shines,
What manner of creepy things
Will scurry for deeper clefts?
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When light reaches breadth
and depth, perhaps then creepy
things will be transformed.
When every which way
we look, we can only see
dark dead-ends, what then?
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Then, perhaps, the time
is ripe, to cast a little
light into those dark corners.
And what, do pray tell,
Is it, about our demise,
That seeds such dread in us?
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Ah, if only it
were not so final perhaps
we’d be able to relax.
Even when we know
a stitch in time saves nine, we
still procrastinate, but why?
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It’s just a habit
for some. But for others
it’s practice postponing death.
With united goals
and singular purpose,
how can we be overcome?
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Trust me, my dear son,
when I say we have somehow
always found a way.
How does one achieve
balance in an unbalanced
world spinning out of control?
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If many people
join hands and spin together,
balance can be restored.
Words can not describe
The truth of any thing. So,
Why do we talk constanly
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The truth that silence
brings can pierce our defenses
and reveal reality.
When ignorance is
bliss becomes the foundation
of belief, what can be done?
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You can quote Occam
to the closed minded fools,
but his razor will miss them.

If the Almighty
made this yesterday, can’t he
heal all our rifts tomorrow?
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The earth might be more
cooperative than our
hardened human hearts.
What wisdom are you
bringing back with you now that
you’ve been to the wild west?
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This place has taught me
that, despite hardships untold,
life will always find a way!

Walk in this canyon
and wonder. What legacy
will we leave for those to come?
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May we leave behind
a canyon and a world where
wonder is still possible.
When reason fails and
bluster holds sway, how can we
make a difference?
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Bend while the gale blows,
Knowing that the breeze will pass.
Rigid trunks will be broken.
When all has been said
and not much of anything
has been done, what then?
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Why, you raise money,
Of course! The hour grows late!
It’s time for re-election!
Where can you run to
Escape this modern world
And it’s electronic leash?
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To escape, walk, don’t run,
to a quiet place, open
a print book and read.