Wandering the Louvre
wondering where people are;
Ahh! Queued for Mona Lisa!
~
That enigmatic
smile draws folks in, enchants
across centuries.
Wandering the Louvre
wondering where people are;
Ahh! Queued for Mona Lisa!
~
That enigmatic
smile draws folks in, enchants
across centuries.
And so we return
to the old familiar grind.
Why do we rejoice?
~
It’s strange, isn’t it,
how familiiarity
sometimes breeds content.
How best to handle
the inevitable surge
of work when vacation ends?
~
Just buckle down and
put your nose to the grindstone?
Or, just take another week!
What is the shortest
path to equanimity
on rainy days at the beach?
~
Lithium, of course
is lickity split, but beer,
in a pinch, will turn the trick.
Well, the weather is
over us, so shall we see
whether the pleasure’s at sea?
~
The pleasure’s right here
in the boat of our hearts as
we ride weather’s waves.
After a few days
of family vacation,do
you feel bonded or just bound?
~
Bonded by boundless
affection is family,
But also bound by duty.
So we’re here, away.
Did we escape our troubles,
Or did we pack them along?
~
For a short while
we’ve packed them away and left
that suitcase back home.
Any advice for
old-timers trying not to
run out of patience or time?
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Grace, patience, and time;
Races without finish lines.
You’re winning if you’re running.
As time approaches
to take a vacation break,
how best to get away clean?
~
Clean getaways are
nice, but sometimes it’s fine
to only air out our minds.
In the end, my son,
what will you remember most
when I am finally toast?
~
I’d love to say wit
but, in truth, it’s likely “checks”
that will linger long beyond…
When we stand our ground
and insist upon our rights,
must we fear how we’re perceived?
~
Possibly we can
find a way to do so that
doesn’t create fear.
Is it possible
for a teen to acknowledge
a parent may know some things?
~
When I was thirteen
I knew it all; happily,
I’ve grown dumber since.
When the moon grows full,
is everyone stirred or just
mad men and lovers?
~
Subconscious oceans,
just like terrestrial seas,
feel the tidal pull.
Now that July is
finally saying goodbye,
what would be a good send-off?
~
Whatever we try,
it will be with a dry eye,
giving July the brush-off.
Which do you prefer,
After the rainfall’s ending
Or before the coming night?
~
It is hard to choose
between afters and befores
when both can be so sweet.
Ambiguity
reigns, don’t you think, with phrases
such as “There’s no place like home.”.
~
Relativism
Is hardly ambiguous;
It’s the American Way.
How can you tell the
honest explanation from
callous justifications?
~
Often brevity
or tone signal the speaker’s
authentic intent.
Tell me, my poet
friend, do you think folks mostly
do the best they can?
~
Good folk do their best,
but greedy folk make their buck
at the cost of all the rest.
Pray tell me, will you,
in this era of sound bytes,
where have all the Statesmen gone?
~
The answer, my friend,
is blowing in the wind
along with all those flowers.
Why do they call it
“common courtesy” when it’s
all too uncommon?
~
Irony perhaps?
But “Congressional Restraint”
seems more Oxymoronic.
In early morning,
when the bed’s summons beckons,
is it pointless to resist?
~
To such a question
I can ask an equally
pointed one, “Why do you ask?”
How many hornet’s
nests can one politician
kick before he’s badly stung?
~
The courtesy shown
lawyers by sharks may save that
politician from the sting.
When the wind rises
and storm warnings are posted,
must we all seek safe harbor?
~
Prudence is itself
an act of valor often
underrated and unsung.
Tell me, dear poet,
what do you do when your muse
is on vacation?
~
Eat, drink, and relax.
A vacationing muse sings
a peaceful healing ballad.
When the weather cools
during this blazing season,
what is the best reaction?
~
When blazing days grow
cool, don’t pause to ask questions,
just answer with gratitude.
If you had a chance
to make a real difference,
where would you begin?
~
Every one of us
will make a real difference
in all the lives that we touch.
Truth and opinion
both clouded my history;
how can we know what is what?
~
Truth is what remains
when everything cloudy has
been allowed to drift away.
Why is it so hard
to hear the truth when spoken
from the mouths of enemies?
~
We are conditioned
to believe the enemy
always lies by bad leaders.
Where oh where has my
young son gone, where oh where can
he possibly be?
~
Grown old and jaded
everyone, bitter and
salty, as the sea.
What if money did
grow on trees – would we change our
currency to leaves?
~
Smarter people would
invest in groves; the greedy
would denude the whole forest.