Social distancing

slows the spread of viruses

but what about toxic thoughts?

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Toxic thoughts can go

viral too through our unwise 

use of social media.

In your considered

opinion, how many Trumps

does it take to manage Mitch?

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No one can manage

unmanageable egos…

even infinite Donalds.

Often fate steps in,

takes the reins, and drives us where

we would never choose to go.

~

Sometimes, it seems, fate

knows us better than we know

and provides us what we need.

What will this day bring –

good news or bad to those whose 

hope filled dreams are spiraling?

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We can’t hope to judge

this day’s news, as good or ill,

’til time reveals the flavor.

Here we are, again;

clay… beneath the potter’s thumbs…

hope he ain’t makin’ ashtrays!

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The quality of

the clay will have much to say

about what the potter makes.

It’s a family game,

fun for young and old alike,

cards against humanity.

~

A game that seeks to

make the unacceptable 

fun is liked by some.

How can we hear what

rings true when we’re bombarded

with incessant clamoring?

~

The truth will whisper,

with a steady insistence,

deep in compassionate breasts.

Finding replacements

for great egomaniacs

takes great consideration.

~

Egomaniacs

may be huge, but they’re not great. 

Let’s look for servant leaders.

No need to look far

for signs of polarity.

Just take a gander within.

~

You’re a silly goose;

trying to get in touch with

your hidden inner gander!

Things will fly apart

when the center does not hold.

It sucks to be the center.

~

The center’s the glue

that holds things together when

they’re about to fall apart.

When you get hopeful,

start preparing for the fall

just over the horizon.

~

By joining hope’s song

to awareness of what is,

was and could be, we prepare.

Pardon me, but when

did it become ok to

pass out pardons like candy?

~

When you’ve been given

both passes and deferments,

you learn that’s just how it works

A great long weekend;

no tv or internet

and only minimal strife.

~

When blessed reprieves

such as this come along, we

sigh and offer heartfelt thanks.

Trump had a fit when

he learned President’s Day did

not celebrate only him.

~

No one celebrates

any sitting president

unless they are sycophants.

My dear Senators,

is it obstructing justice

when A’s G can’t do their job?

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They can do their job,

but if they choose not to, then

there’s obstruction of justice.

Those tiny bits of

yellow on a gloomy day

chase the gray away.

~

Some golden glitter

amid the gray leadership

would be a welcome relief!

Will this gilded age,

with just the rich getting richer,

end like all that came before?

~

A thin covering

of gold soon peels and reveals

all it once concealed.

So low, he can’t get

under it – the bar set by

AG William Barr.

~

No matter how near

rock bottom you place the bar,

that cockroach still slides under.

As Affluenza

patients gentrify, how does

symptomatology change?

~

Though superficial

improvement, the symptoms of

dissatisfaction don’t change.

“What does it profit

a man to gain the whole world,

yet forfeit his soul?”

~

 What does it cost him;

paying what he never had?

Now that’s a true artful deal!

The footprints we leave

once we have departed will

be our lasting legacy

~

No footprint or path

lasts forever but that does

not mean they didn’t matter.

How would things change if

we did one small, kind thing each

and every day?

~

But don’t we do that

here on this digital page;

bending words and minds at will?

Around the table

people from different places

often find much common ground.

~

Some say if you don’t

have a place at the table,

you might be on the menu.

We celebrate all

beacons of light whenever

and wherever we find them.

~

Sunlight on cloud tops.

A promise of hope to come

after the recent tempest

Happiness rises

from enjoying all you have,

not from reaching out for more.

~

Better than any

painkiller is the care and

kindness of friends and family.

Can’t wait for that old

pendulum to begin its

necessary swing.

~

All pendulums need

a little kick now and then

to maintain their momentum.

He gives them his worst

when they should expect his best,

yet they clamor, still, for more.

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There’s no accounting

for their puzzling failure

to hold him accountable.