Hope the ocean sends

gentle waves of poetry

 my land bound, staycation way.

~

The slow, stately, swell

pushing ever westerly,

will bring harmony in time.

Sometimes poets need

a reprieve and thus one has

been duly granted.

~

Perhaps we could learn

from sunflowers how to thrive

in the heaviness of storms.

~

No ceaseless down pour

can effectively dampen

a sunny disposition.

It’s tough to focus

in this world of constant noise

demanding our attention.

~

If we were able

to transform the noise into

music, we could dance.

Sometimes an answer

 appears to a question we

never thought to ask.

~

But sometimes we seek

the deep and burning answers

to questions that escape use…

Have we forgotten

cautions in our Holy books

against graven images?

~

We turn away from 

the mystery and create

idols in our own image.

Sometimes the weather

is a quick change artist and

leaves us mystified.

~

And sometimes weather

changes quickly for better

leaving us all misty-eyed.

Responding to change,

though often less than pleasant,

is a skill we all must build.

~

Outer change occurs.

 It can take a while for

our inner self to catch up.

Pride and prejudice?

Sense and sensibility?

Which is it going to be?

~

Austen? No…Dickens!

A Tale of Two countries with

low expectations!

And another month

has come, and yet this virus

still refuses to depart.

~

Because this virus

has unmasked enablers,

it will linger long.

Beware. Aliens

are spreading Covid-19

through Louie’s face mask.

~

Gotta call Bullshit!

Everybody knows the truth.

He’s dreaming sex with demons.

Say any damned thing!

Doesn’t matter how crazy;

you’ll be on the evening news!

~

You mean something like

“I got the virus from my

face mask” or “Drink bleach”?

There’s not a bar low

enough that he can’t find a

way to crawl under.

~

He is the hugest,

greatest, and most fantastic,

expert at liars limbo.

Inexplicably,

the second amendment crowd

is silent about Portland…

~

Explicably, it’s

simply one of politic’s

unspoken non-mysteries.

To be perfectly

imperfect might take years, but

it could be worth trying for.

~

Imperfect Mondos

seem to be our stock in trade.

We’ve got them down pitch perfect!

The price of delay

always falls hard on the poor,

not the procrastinators.

~

While they take a break

the poor might be broken, but

they don’t even care.

The Lincoln Project

 reads the signs, “Lane ends. Merge Left”

and thus avoid collisions.

~

Some believe road signs

are signs of socialism

and, therefore, pay them no mind.

Ben Franklin told us

that founders may be great but

scions trend toward tyranny.

~

He also said, “He

who falls in love with himself

will have no rivals.”

“Follow the money.”,

is sage, time tested, advice

for investigating crimes.

~

But it is advice

not followed by many in

charge who have money to lose.

Since he flunks all tests

for compassion, they tested

him for cagey cognition.

~

Everybody is

peerlessly superlative

by some objective measure.

Labor in the sun

offers hot object lessons

on the benefits of school.

~

Being schooled by the

sun is one form of learning

that leads to other choices.

When we disagree

may we find a way to do

it respectfully.

~

If we can’t begin

with courteous dissension,

our common ground will be a grave.

How often must we

lower our expectations;

draw another line in sand?

~

The lines have been drawn

and we need to get in them

and cast our decisive votes.

It turns out talk is

not cheap. Without listening

it can cost a lot.

~

As best I can tell,

based on how much they chatter,

some folks get paid by the word.

Sometimes, what we want

is not in our best interest;

other times, it’s what we need.

~

Often only time

will reveal if that wanting

helped or hindered us.

How can the grandson

of immigrants turn against

those who seek a better life?

~

Because he believes

it takes a special person

to dream the ‘Merican dream

Our ability

to govern our response is

our responsibility.

~

If one doesn’t have

that ability how can

one govern at all?

So many points of

contention, so many points

of view – what would wise folks do?

~

Remember this truth:

Like anuses, we got ’em;

everybody else’s stink!

Are we just chasing

unicorns and looking for

rainbows? How do we find hope?

~

Unicorns are lies,

rainbow’s got no pot of gold,

and hope? Hell! That’s for snowflakes!