Some will make the time,

planning early, how to vote.

We shall call them Patriots.

~

Some will not accept

a result they do not want.

We shall call them Trumpians.

Can there be any

debate about caged children

or kidnapping governors?

~

Everything is moot,

if there’s no basis in fact

upon which we can rely.

From inside this box,

the world is very scary,;

unpredictably open!

~

We seek protection

by living in boxes and

don’t see the danger within.

A puppy helps us

discover the delight that

can be found in a pinecone.

~

Pinecones are such fun

for the young and young at heart;

if we are allowed to play

Sometimes the mood strikes.

Other times it goes on strike.

Let’s just not strike the colors.

~

You triumphed over

every passing mood and wrote

anyway. That’s all that counts.

So many chances

to worry, so many times

to return home to the breath.

~

When returning home,

finding only empty fears,

tends to take one’s breath away.

I am exhausted!

Worn out by wearing the hats

and bridging the gaps all day!

~

A gap day or two

where you take off those hats and

simply rest is best.

 Knock, knock, who’s there? Knox.

Knox who? It’s the pits. No bull.

I need a home too.

~

Anyone can find

some old place to rest their head,

but that ain’t what makes a home.

Beyond any doubt,

what seems logical to some,

is irrational to me!

~

They say one man’s truth

is another man’s lie and

his meat another’s poison.

A creator’s joy –

to see what emerges is

far better than expected.

~

Looking at this piece…

that’s but one of many gems

we took from our creator!

Teak and old iron,

salvaged from deck box and chest,

becomes patio table.

~

Visionaries see

beyond what is and transform

what was into something new.

Rather than a force

to reckon with, he’s a farce

 to be ashamed of.

~

History will regard

this defective President

as a pox upon our house.

All great men reside

somewhere on a line between

hero and a horse’s ass.

~

And every woman,

great or not, has to point out

where he now resides.

Possible autumn

comforts: colorful trees, Mitch

ditched, and a new president.

~

Any one of these

would reduce autumnal blues,

two or three would be gravy.

Uncontrolled passions

are a liability

crippling as heartlessness.

~

Extremes of fire

and extremes of ice ravage

both giver and receiver.

The president gets

 a medical exam on

 live tv? You’re kidding me!

~

A comprehensive

physical is worth the watch…

at least the prostate exam.

Who’s Ralph and who’s Jack,

and poor Piggy and Simon,

in our war torn paradise?

~

Whoever the fly

lands on is the war lord’s pick

to help his lies go viral.

Too bad they haven’t

found a vaccine for human

stupidity yet.

~

That vile virus

is almost untreatable

and, sadly, rarely fatal.

Trump defeats Covid?

Perhaps a bit premature…

like “Dewey Defeats Truman”?

~

And he did it all

so quickly without even

his well-touted bleach.

How we feel about

dark clouds hovering depends

on our need for rain.

~

Seemingly grim news

may be better in the end

than all our wildest dreams.

No…but than again…

Yes, but just a little bit…

not out of the woods quite yet…

~

Much talk but little

substance. Why complicate things

by circling all around.

For the sparks to fly

sometimes you do not even

have to strike a match.

~

With some folks there is,

for unkenable reasons,

spontaneous combustion.

Curbing base instincts,

we change course, here in mid stream,

deferring our planned critique.

~

We agreed it seemed

wrong to kick a man when he’s

down though that’s what he would do.

Over head birds soar

as we plod step after step

through another day.

~

Some steps would be good!

A day wasted reading deeds

to allay another’s fears…

Did he toss his hat

into that time honored ring,

expecting Donnybrook Fair?

~

When you dance a jig

with Donny you get only

foot-stomping lies, nothing fair.

What ever happened

to mea culpa and why

did it disappear?

~

As our world became

a culture of perfection,

vestra culpa seized control.

What a taxing day!

Full of charge and counter-charge,

bombast and innuendo.

~

If truth were taxed, he

 would owe none since he never

found it worth investing in.

What would happen if,

as a nation, we acted

on what we say we stand for?

~

We just might become

that shining hilltop beacon

we profess ourselves to be.

Qualifications?

Do we need a litmus test;

nomination implicates.

~

We already have

litmus tests for character:

honesty and wise action.

Civilizations

die when tyrants shout and the

tyrannized remain silent.

~

Evidence of that

institutional decay

sullies every monument.