Even the weather
can’t make up its mind so what
can mere mortals do?
~
Bluster like the wind,
and blow about endlessly
in ceaseless vacillation?
Even the weather
can’t make up its mind so what
can mere mortals do?
~
Bluster like the wind,
and blow about endlessly
in ceaseless vacillation?
Can we handle frost,
with spring so firmly rooted
and new life all around us?
~
What’s new often gets
a frosty reception, but
if we’re rooted, we’ll spring back.
If the game is rigged
and those in the know control
data flow, what can we do?
~
Kirk knew what to do;
rewrite a code or two
like “Kobayashi Maru”!
When fatigue sets in
and the will to move falters,
Can a weekend recharge us?
~
A weekend recharge
may help, but changing “will” to
“want” works much better.
When so much is in
the hands of so few, what are
the rest of us to do?
~
Since they have small hands,
we build vast fortunes on what
trickles between their fingers.
In rising springtime,
when all is green and blooming,
why do some feel such unease?
~
We might interpret
stirrings of new beginnings
as discomfort and unease.
How can we repay
acts of kindness from strangers?
Are sincere thank yous enough?
~
When you can’t give back,
for whatever the reason,
you can always give forward.
Must there really be
So little civil discourse
About civil liberties?
~
Few civilities
remain after so many
liberties have been taken.
If poets go with
the flow, what becomes of shore
and river beds?
~
Shores and beds both serve
to slow the poet’s flowing,
allowing time to eddy.
As we rush about
in our busy “daytime jobs”,
can we find inspiration?
~
It’s said that a true
poet can be inspired
even by mosquito bites.
If we could get clear
why we’re looking for a thing
would we still want it?
~
Clarity may kill
desire, yet crystallize
all those unmet needs.
How does one remain
composed, even sort of sane
when confronting pain?
~
An unexpected
sanity may come when our
hearts open as we suffer.
Could you tell me please
why we do things that make for
unease and disease?
~
When puffing a fag
and chasing the rush, thoughts of
consequences are a drag.
What cost comes with fame,
but lost anonymity,
and, at what expense, success?
~
Success has a price,
tis true. But I’d rather pay
my pittance than not be seen.
If you met a man
with seven wives would you think
you were headed to Saint Ives?
~
Such vast abundance
of great connubial bliss,
surely gave Cornwall a miss!
When the heavens dance
with the Moon and Jupiter,
does it matter which one leads?
~
When the heavens dance
with either one of these, it
matters not one whit who leads.
What does poetry
have to offer to a world
in such dire need?
~
Though poetry can’t
change the world’s great need, it can
change the way the need’s perceived.
Why’s it always seem
that any decision made
will, consistently, be wrong?
~
But you must decide.
For choosing not to decide
is another decision.
If some poets were
to run for president, what
would their slogan be?
~
You can rest assured,
though they claim to love the truth,
lies and hatred will prevail.
When we are busy,
how best to avoid errors
brought about by rushing?
~
To avoid saying
whoops, it might be best to pause
before jumping through those hoops.
If we could have known
in the past what we know now
would things be much different?
~
Access forsight with
crystal balls and tarot cards…
Hindsight’s always much clearer.
Why are some content
with embracing other’s fears
without thinking for themselves?
~
Feeling our fear, or
that of other’s is not as
hard as thought can be.
Is it a good sign
when we begin to look for
questions rather than answers?
~
When asking questions
our minds remain open but
not so, when seeking answers.
When Bradford Pears bloom
and Cherry trees are budding,
how can snowfall be forecast?
~
The influence
of climate change deniers
has bud-washed these trees.
When a zen master
said, “Don’t side with yourself,” was
he just trying to be difficult?
~
The zen master knows
that there are no sides to take
in perfect states of being.
When these mean spirits
wrap themselves up in virtue,
how can we best redress them?
~
The answer, my son,
is to find another line
and put them out of fashion.
The question remains –
who benefits when fear wins
and love is mocked as weakness?
~
Weakness and fear are
all that remains when love is
mocked and questioned for profit.
What is the purpose
of putting nose to grindstone
except to ruin flour?
~
Such activity
can also serve the purpose
of giving us daily bread.
When the pied piper’s
tune is finally over,
who will we follow sober?
~
They who make outland
ish promises of grandness;
that’s the American way.
As home fires near
and adventure draws to a close
Is ennui avoidable?
~
Ennui goes up in
flames when curiosity
takes the reins and guides us home.