Do I have a start?
Now that’s a burning question
without a pressing answer.
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You might be burned out
from listening to all Trump’s
starts and stops and non answers .
Do I have a start?
Now that’s a burning question
without a pressing answer.
~
You might be burned out
from listening to all Trump’s
starts and stops and non answers .
Nowhere to go, but
plenty to do. I think I’ll
sit and mope instead.
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No time for moping!
There is a garden to plant,
among other honey dos…
There’s satisfaction
to be found in laboring
elbow deep in the good earth.
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It’s satisfying
to me too that it’s not me
laboring but you.
Sometimes memories
penetrate the veils of time
and leave us breathless with awe.
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Timeless memories,
hidden by mundane concerns,
still hold our history’s power.
What is it today?
Some new cockamamie plan
designed to usurp glory?
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A plan a day keeps
the reckoning away or
so he fervently believes.
Buttercups basking
in the sun gently soothed my
heart with golden promises.
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Don’t you yet distrust
sunny golden promises
made by orange buttercups?
Giant man-baby
only displays leadership
to those who really like him.
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Rock him, singing songs
of praise. When he falls asleep,
adults can get real work done.
Right now I yearn for
topical anesthesia.
The news frays my every nerve.
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Topical won’t do!
Naught to do- nowhere to go;
I want to be sedated!
Let’s not sacrifice
our aged, wise, and infirm
like some modern paschal lambs.
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If those with plenty
were willing to sacrifice
profit, they might gain their souls.
Are you listening?
Do you hear the trill of birds,
the sweet whisper of your breath?
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As long as breathing
lacks the rattle of rhonchi
or crackle of rales; good!
Maintaining distance
while assisting someone’s move:
an exercise in folly!
~
Necessity is
the mother of invention.
Folly paves the way.
Why are we given
answers to questions we don’t
ask and none to those we do?
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One way to tell us
what they prefer us to think
is to give us those answers.
Days in close quarters,
surrounded by those we love,
is enough to drive us mad.
~
A little bit of
wine, whiskey, or beer can help
the togetherness go down.
When we’re buried in
have to’s and must do’s, we are
actually buried alive.
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When one is buried
beneath an endless task list
it is hard to see the light.
Spring sees no reason
to despair, throws caution to
the wind and blooms anyway.
~
Many flowers bloom.
Fewer are pollinated.
From them, futures germinate.
A week’s endless work
continues through the weekend;
socially isolating.
~
Much that went undone
is now being done though it
seems weekends know no reprieve.
That turtle – is he
any clearer about his
destination than are we?
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He’s clear he’s lucky.
Wherever he is going
he can go and still stay home!
How can one distill
a lifetime’s experience
down to one meaningful page?
~
One sentence might do:
“I learned not to waste my time
frequenting distilleries.”
Writing poetry
can open the closed window
of my fearful mind.
~
Perhaps the closed mind
was to keep something hidden
from the blinding light of day?
Starting seeds indoors
lacks the smell of the soil
heated by the mid-day sun.
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Soon the seeds will sprout
and in no time you’ll both be
sweating in the sun.
On April Fool’s Day
we honor the huge genius
whose initials are D.T.
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Some fools are too huge,
at least within their own mind,
to be praised for just one day.
Why could this virus
not make some people turn mute?
That is one I’d gladly spread!
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Would that those spreading
the virus of blame, shame and
misinformation went mute.
“If you can’t be kind,
be quiet” If we took this
to heart, you’d hear a pin drop.
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If a pin is dropped,
but no one’s there to hear it,
does it make a sound?
Must we all endure
some great terrible crisis
to learn what is important?
~
To focus on the
shortage of toilet paper
or not becomes the question.
In line, on line or
out of line, we are all still
strangely connected.
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People will connect
any way they can work out
being social animals.
What absurdities
will be presented today
at the President’s briefing?
~
Chief among them will
be the cheat and whatever
the !@# he chooses to speak.
Searching for answers
that make some sense? The White House
is not the place you should look.
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The wheels in his mind,
like a gyroscope spinning,
always working an angle.
Real information,
long a conference premium,
dominates the news.
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What? Has this crisis
somehow caused a miracle
and brought Fox into the fold?
Wishing the rain would
wash away the mind’s debris,
water hope instead.
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A mental lavage
requires stronger solvents
than gently falling water.
What if I come back
to the place I fell safest?
Please don’t throw out my Legos…
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Ah, those safe places,
those havens of the heart…How
much we need them now.