Is it possible

that the great teachers were right

and love is the source of all ?

~

Maybe not the source

but certainly the solace

for the many ills of life.

Whether the weather

Is windy, sunny, or wet,

Is the day filled with regret?

~

Internal climates

are changed by the stories we

tell ourselves throughout the day.

With Fall coming soon,

should we prepare for winter

or begin missing summer?

~

These changing seasons

bring a longing for the past

and a dread of the future.

How best to react

when casual bigotry

flows so freely all around?

~

Trying to grasp their

point of view could keep us from

casual bigotry too.

How many Trump fans

does it take to form just one

complete and coherent thought?

~

Thinking from that camp

is not incoherent, just

tinted with a bloody taint.

What do we discard

in our rush to newer things?

Are they really worth the price?

~

There is an appeal

in new things but their true worth

is shown by how well they age.

So…what do you know

that might ease the flow between

weary heart and tired mind?

~

Perhaps a cooling

wade in pebbled stream will help

us to find some peace of mind.

Who expects healing

within gray cinder block walls

or on verdant concrete lawns?

~

Hurt and healing take

place in both likely and quite

unlikely settings.

How do we keep our

minds when all about us, the

news tells us,”Don’t try”?

~

One way to assure

that no one will rock the boat

is to float a great big lie.

How dare we find joy

in simple acts of living

while death awaits in the wings?

~

One of the few dares

worth taking is this one, though

we know death surely awaits .

How can something so

simple be forgot?  Is it 

old age or simply my lot?

~

Sorry. I know you

can’t respond to a question

that was never asked.

As these decades pass

and the shock fades from our minds,

can we still address our wrongs?

~

As long as there’s breath

there’s time to address wrongs

done to us and the ones we’ve done.

We Americans

seem to think all problems have

solutions. What if they don’t?

~

Every problem does

have a solution but some

are fixed sans Americans.

Nearer the bottom

of the whiskey bottle lies

something; but is it the truth?

~

The word on the street

is that truth comes when we, not

the whiskey, hit rock bottom.

When worry elbows

its way into our lives,

how best to escort it out?

~

Pushing and shoving

may sometimes do the trick but

a softer approach is nice.

When constant drumming

plucks on your very last nerve,

how do you respond calmly?

~

Perhaps you should try

responding to the beat of

your very own drum.

When dealing with that

stubborn child within, what

would you recommend?

~

Heed the little one.

Ignoring their every whim

just makes them more demanding.

When life gets tougher,

How do we meet the challenge;

with grace or resignation?

~

 No matter what, may

we be compassionate as

  we meet life’s tough challenges.

What is sweeter than

sugar, higher than the sky,

and will never, ever lie?

~

Midnight fantasy!

Like ordinary lovers

that never, ever, disagree!

Infectious drama

is sweeping through the household;

what might offer some relief?

~

Infectious laughter 

brings quick relief for dramas

of most any kind.

What would you say to

a child who asks, “Why do

clowns have to wear masks?”?

~

Alarming truths, dear,

can have a deeper impact

when clad in disarming masks.

When the need to be

right is so strong, how can we

ever admit we are wrong?

~

When we surrender

ego in the name of peace,

we demonstrate divine strength.

What helps us open

our hearts when the first thing we

encounter is pain?

~

Water is made of

hydrogen and oxygen;

likewise love and pain make life.

If agony serves

us as proof of life, are you

living to your fullest yet?

~

Living life to its

fullest, we experience

both extremes and the middle.

When someone asks, “How

do you do?” is it ok

to let them know that you don’t?

~

A “Howdie do” can

be courtesy or question.

Which can be hard to fathom.

Must we always rush

or can enough be enough

so we can enjoy the hush?

~

UnAmerican 

questions such as these are proof

we need to guard our borders.