When rage bursts forth in

rose gardens, did someone pick

a fight with a blooming fool?

~

Even schoolyard thugs

know that it doesn’t matter

who started the fight.

When the gardener

becomes completely unhinged,

Who will manage the vermin?

~

Nature has a way

of bypassing gardeners

as all rampant weeds know well.

When a president

rages in the rose garden,

do skies darken in Kansas?

~

Stormy visages

and incoherent bluster

won’t dim his faithful’s luster.

When will we react

to slowly increasing heat?

Are we not smarter than frogs

~

All creation took

a poll and they decided,

at this moment, no.

Why have we become

the Disunited States of 

America? Who’s it serve?

~

Disunion serves those

who didn’t serve and seek to

reap while sowing hate.

He hands out pyrite

in seeming oblivion

that his glitter has no gold.

~

Who’s fooled by fool’s gold –

the one who passes it out

or the ones who grab a load?

Why do we hurry

through our days when the sun, moon,

and stars keep a steady pace?

~

Perhaps we rebel

against time’s stately pace from

our ephemeral fears?

Rational people

can agree to disagree

while civility survives.

~

Oh Civility, 

Civility, wherefore art

thou, Civility?

If you knew where all

the flowers had gone, would you

let yourself pick one?

~

Those of us who’ve learned

listening to Uncle Pete,

pick neither fights nor flowers.

Are words relevant

when just hearing his voice breeds

instant incredulity?

~

Even though his words

lack credibility, WE

must speak. OUR words do matter.