Tell me my learned

son, does someone design lots

of obscure words just for you?

~

There are polyglots

and linguists beyond counting

at my constant beck and call.

Shall we sit idle

As narcissists run amok

Or stand in opposition?

~

When narcissists run

we can’t just sit or stand, we

must also learn to fly.

When Wonder Woman,

Superman and reindeer can 

fly, what’s to stop you and I?

~

Earthbound souls are we:

neither goddess, alien,

nor even mythic cervid.

Will narcotic haze

influence our poetry

for the better or the worse?

~

We’re just a heartbeat

away from purple cows and

polka dotted elephants.

They say Santa keeps

track of who’s nasty and who’s

nice. Doesn’t Trump do that too?

~

Santa keeps a list 

of how people treat others;

Trump’s list is all about Trump.

Why do we insist

on mourning over losses

that were never ours to lose?

~

Because we love, we

mourn for losses not our own

and rejoice for others’ gains.

What’s the best we can

hope for now that we’ve left grim

November behind?
~

For recovery

And healing of many wounds

most often self inflicted.

As we contemplate

the tragedies behind us,

what comedies lie ahead?

~

The fatal flaw is

in us all and will lead to

both tears and laughter.

Any suggestions

for how to recover from

post Thanksgiving blues?

~

Remember, as blue

as we may be, we’re still

better off than that turkey.

Since we can expect

the unexpected, how can

we hope to craft a good plan?

~

Any crafter of

good plans prepares for the worst

and hopes for the best.

What if Santa, like

Trump, decided it was much

better to receive than give?

~

Then he would collect

disappointment and sorrow

for all the hopes unfulfilled.

She regards the sea,

but when viewed through feline eyes,

does she see like thee and me?

~

The world she sees is

much like ours, but she sees what

is, not what she wants to be.

How many turkeys

did it take to fix dinner

on Thanksgiving day?

~

Thanksgiving dinner

was prepared well in advance

by just one tired turkey.

How can one relax

and enjoy the holiday

when there’s so much work to do?

~

Sometimes we need to

forget work and remember

what happens when we don’t play.

Teens with chores – why are

they frequently full of sass

and as slow as molasses?

~

They share a common

core, when it’s time for their chores;

Molasses. sassy. asses.

Would time pass slower

if our mad, frenetic pace

took a pause, and sought out grace?

~

Time will pass as time

will, but if we ourselves go

slow, we might find grace abounds.

Why now and not then?

Why then and not now? 

Why never? Why forever?

~

The time was not right

to strike when the iron’s hot;

now it’s too cold for striking.

What if we ponder

how Thanksgiving looks from the

turkey’s point of view?

~

Probably safe to say

nothing makes the lettuce quake

quite like vegitarians.

When seeking guidance

from the spiritual plane,

can beggers be choosers too?

~

Neither a begger

nor a chooser be. Simply

let go and open to grace.

What will sustain us

when days grow short and nights grow

long and even the moon hides?

~

Rest at ease my friend,

for Coyote roams the night

bearing riddles and guile.

Why do I arise

in the middle of the night?

Tell me, please, oh learned sage!

~

The question isn’t

why you arise . Rather it’s

what is arising in you.

When we encounter

difficult folks what do we

need to remember?

~

Best to keep in mind

when seen from their perspective,

you’re likely the different one.

What is fifty two?

Hardly old but neither young;

Does it hold deeper meaning?

~

The veil is always

thinner at these in between

times. Look and share what you find.

When you’ve aged a year

what, if anything, becomes

oh so very clear?

~

A minute wasted

dreading some unpleasantness

darkens times of joy with fear.

When the “there” we were

going to has vanished, where

do we go from here?

~

We keep moving on.

The journey may be longer;

just over the horizon.

Shall I raise a fuss

and get all tied up in knots,

or give that clown ample rope?

~

When the circus ends,

why raise a fuss? The clowns will

bring their house down soon enough.

Life has a way of

turning on a dime. Should we

give permanence no quarter?

~

When it comes to change,

my two cents worth seems worthless

stacked up against one red cent.

When those tensions rise,

upon whom can we rely

for a calming voice of reason?

~

We want to look to

leaders for such a voice, but

first we must find it in ourselves.

What will be our fate,

after all this seething hate

and such rancorous debate?

~

Our fate will be formed

from the choices we make as

we move forward  together.