What did today bring –

a song, a sorrow, a sigh?

How was it received?

~

Today brought labor,

received with some scant patience

and with even fainter praise.

What does it mean when

someone’s behavior is best

described by hazmat symbols?

~

If you have to ask,

it must mean you have limited

emotional intelligence.

Mind says there’s so much

to do. Body says first thing

on that to-do list is rest.

~

Any call to rest

supersedes other labor,

per procrastinator’s creed.

Not all Jay’s are blue

but they are all obnoxious,

overbearing bullies.

~

When Jays meet squirrels

at the bird feeder, they have

 a bullyful time.

Political Hint:

Can’t show grace under pressure?

Best not to show off or up.

~

Realpolitik

is based on pragmatism,

not amoral coercion.

Haiku-ku-ka-choo!

I write absurd poetry;

How ‘bout you? You write it too?

~

Sometimes instead of

my writing the words, they write

me. Seems this happened to you?

As the temperature

drops and winter approaches,

poetry could keep us warm.

~

At the very least,

if writing fails to warm hearts,

rough drafts can feed our fires.

We found the secret

of literary success:

post nothing; get lots of likes!

~

No need to struggle

with words and such, just keep your

readers in the dark.

Christmas Cactus bloomed

the day he won signaling

a prickly outcome.

~

It’s almost as if

it thought a show of color

might, somehow, soften the blow.

Patiently waiting

for temperatures abating

once the sun has set!

~

A welcome delay

to the ongoing decay

of the glacial ablation.

Celebratory

excesses notwithstanding,

there is a poem to write…

~

You chose not to take

a birthday pass, my son. That’s

the mark of a true poet.

It was fifty six

years ago when I first held

you, poet son, in my arms.

~

Shortly thereafter,

you read me a bedtime tale…

War and Peace, if I recall.

Nationalism

trumps pure Capitalism?

Would Adam Smith disagree?

~

For an update ask

 our Narcissist-In-Chief. He

espouses blending the two.

November trees with

their many colored leaves live

happily with differences.

~

And yet, on the ground,

those pretty leaves are engaged

in harsh chemical warfare.

Though it’s not very

 easy, some things can really

be worth waiting for.

~

Waiting’s easier

than all the uncertainty

about what we’re waiting for.

We watch and wait with

rising hope that we will soon

see the last of him.

~

Or we discover,

much to our shock and dismay,

that the fix was always in.

America proves

that folies à doux is sure

to become a household word.

~

Sanity can be 

restored if enough stand strong

and keep clear heads and warm hearts.

We can help create

 a new normal by voting

for reason and care.

~

And by extending

that care to those less than pleased,

normal can include healing.

This building fatigue,

growing, spreading sense of dread;

on what do we blame it all?

~

Let’s look for cause, not

blame, then set about finding

best possible remedies.

The full moon makes up

for the sun’s irregular

appearance these past few days.

~

Once in a blue moon

you find that you feel a need

for some moonlit surveillance.

Should we just dispense

with this “Trick or Treat” nonsense?

Haven’t we had our fill yet?

~

We should be pros now.

After 4 years of trick or

treat, we’ve had our fill.

Patience is so hard

to find especially when

there’s so little time.

~

Impatience only

benefits smarmy salesmen,

unless we shout, “Hell No!”

Leaves and grass battle

for the yard’s supremacy,

but the mower wins the day.

~

The land wins the day

with the mower’s shredding help

In battling leaves and grass.

The day might be gray,

but we can choose to focus

on the gold that’s also there.

~

Fire hues abound

both aground and amid trees,

defying the gray heavens.

Six years in the books!

May year seven mark the end

of our poetic protests!

~

It might be time for

poetic celebrations

instead. What say you?

There’s something about

rainy days and playful pups

that leave seniors in the dust.

~

Dig out your raincoat,

gather up your cane, and leash,

and walk that puppy to sleep.