What has the world come
to when little dogs laugh and
forks run off with spoons?
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Absurdity reigns
When statesmanship gives way to
Wish fulfillment fantasy.
What has the world come
to when little dogs laugh and
forks run off with spoons?
~
Absurdity reigns
When statesmanship gives way to
Wish fulfillment fantasy.
When embarking on
a spiritual journey,
what must one be sure to pack?
~
Spiritual journeys
are more about unpacking
and traveling light.
So tell me, my fine
son, how can we still shine when
our light has grown dim ?
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“Luminous beings
Are we, not this crude matter.”
Our glow, inexhaustible.
But what’s a writer
to do when the ink dries up
yet the deluge continues?
~
Computers and their
keys can compensate with ease
and hold the flooding writer.
When minds run out of
ideas before pens run
out of ink, what can be done?
~
A little doodle
In the margin may restore
The balance of ink and thought.
As rivalries go,
college sports is quite benign.
What is the most malignant?
~
A big contender
must be parents who don’t see
games for what they’re meant to be.
Have you figured out
what the hokey pokey is
really all about?
~
Some odd reference
To the Virginia Tech Jail,
Or so the Wahoo’s tell me.
Now that March has come
has anything really changed
or is this just a redo ?
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Winter months seem to
endlessly march, seamlessly,
one to another, ’til spring.
Is the almighty
dollar really the finest
measure of value around?
~
The dollar can buy
many things, but value lies
in what’s bought and not the means.
How does one explain
to a Christian Congress what
“Love thy neighbor…” means?
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No explanation
necessary. They know but
there’s no profit in caring.
While we’re awaiting
inevitable warming,
how’s best to pass these cold days?
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How best to pass these
days? Let me count the ways … nap,
sleep, and maybe dream.
Can you help me see
the possible benefit
of February?
~
Though it is briefest,
this bleakest of months serves to
provide counterpoint for spring.
If fire tempers
the forge hardened sword blade,
what tempers an ice hard heart?
~
Ice can’t be tempered.
The only recourse is to
melt it with compassion’s warmth.
How do you clear a
slate when the words have been etched
so firm and so deep?
~
Some grooves never fill
but time and overburden
will turn them into fossils.
How many problems
could we overcome just by
asking different questions?
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Where, when, what, why , how,
who – simple words that define
the problem and solutions.
Where should we look for
answers when we’re not even
sure of the question?
~
Look for the answers
in all the old internal
spaces. Questions be damned!
When seeking greatness,
is plain old hard work the key,
or is there something other?
~
Greatness comes not from
seeking but from devotion
to something other.
How many snowflakes
does it take to warm a kid’s
heart and stop us cold?
~
Here in the Deep South,
bread disappears and hearts warm
days before the first flake flies!
I’m Dreaming, but is
Universal acceptance
Really too much to ask for?
~
Though the wise ones tell
us to be careful what we
ask for, we still need to ask.
When the winds of war
howl, will we be able to
hear the unforced call for peace?
~
Heeding the call for
peace is difficult enough
without sabers rattling.
Is there any hope
that spring’s coming warmth might
thaw this fury frozen globe?
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Hope springs eternal
so may this Spring’s warmth extend
to human hearts and bring peace.
If Spring is around
the corner, what’s this icy
block we’re standing on?
~
Alas, I’m fearing,
this frigid icy mass
is Dogma’s frozen wasteland.
Here in winter’s grip,
how can we expect blooming
of tender loving flowers?
~
Flowers bloom not from
expectation but from love
even in winter’s cold grip.
When cupid’s arrows
miss their mark, where should we turn
for satisfaction?
~
Return, perhaps, to
that reflection and therein
find a lovable target.
And those unseeing
souls, are they not expecting
adoration from others?
~
To see and be seen
is both a need and a gift
if we could but see.
On a bright, sunny
day what causes some folks’ thoughts
to turn toward the gray?
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Sadly, some people
see not light in their spirit
nor beauty in their mirror.
Could it be, that we
write ’cause we can’t draw a tree
and ’cause we can’t hit high C?
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Why we write remains
a mystery. For some it’s
a simple necessity.
How bad can a day
that begins with tangerine
clouds turn out to be?
~
Tangerine trees and
marmalade skies made good days
for John, Paul, George, and Ringo!
Given a whole world
full of wonders and mentors,
what will be your muse?
~
The world is my muse,
my amusement, my koan,
and my temporary home.
If you were going
to St Ives, how many folks
would you likely meet?
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Seeking quality
I would like to meet only
Cornwall’s Grand Bard, Mick Paynter.