If we keep singing

do you think the rain will fall

 fast asleep at last?

~

If the tune is right,

falling rain will harmonize

lulling all in blissful sleep.

When vultures circle

patiently above  the maimed,

do we label them evil?

~

A certain Martin

is aptly labeled evil

and is also charged with fraud.

Do you really think

it’s a sign of weakness to

be the first to blink?

~

Some may perceive strength

in those who are slow to blink…

or… it might be Parkinson’s.

How do you assist

those in need of assistance

when they won’t assist themselves?

~

We can offer but

not insist, allowing them

freedom to resist.

Am I daft or not

to hope that mind and heart may

come together and bring peace?

~

Hope is never daft

 but faith won’t guarantee

peaceful unification

Why does sudden snow,

unexpectedly falling,

buoy my spirits upward?

~

Perhaps it takes you

back to times when things were more

simple and a lot more fun.

How can we condone

active acts of violence

and follow the Prince of Peace?

~

Perhaps “free will” means

hypocrisy is a choice

unwise folk are free to make

Can teenage mortals

 ever learn that there’s a vast

realm beyond cell phones?

~

There are realms beyond,

but so many realms within.

With luck they’ll find a balance.

Weekend once again

and yet, will there be a chance

for true rest from our labors?

~

 The solution rests

 on whether we can give our

  accustomed doing a rest.

Now that the new year

is here, what should we do with

the old year just past?

~

Maybe best to wrap

it up in swaddling clothes 

and leave it in a manger.

At Janus’ gateway,

we find ourselves once again:

but what shall we leave behind?

~

Year after year we

resolve to leave things behind 

then  just snatch them up again.

As this year slowly

fades, what causes your poet’s

heart to skip a beat?

~

Diversity breeds

an asynchronous rhythm

when we welcome it inside.

Is it a sad truth

that just the presence of pain

provides us with fresh perspective?

~

Sometimes pain can be

a crowbar that loosens the

old and makes way for the new.

Are we completely

daft to hope that before long

snow will fall and fires warm?

~ 

When hearthfires burn

and winter snows return, 

we will daftly hope for spring.

Sales and Santa sail

off to hidden storage bins;

how to keep that joy within?

~

Ah, and therein lies

the rub for we have to learn

to catch joy on the fly.

It’s the day AFTER

Christmas. Why haven’t the kids

gotten that sleep memo yet?

~

Alas, Boxing Day,

at least within this household,

is no day of servants’ rest.

After record warmth,

perhaps we should consider

spending Christmas down under?

~

I thought the whole point

of Christmas was to help us 

avoid going down under.

It’s the night before

Christmas. Why haven’t the kids

gotten the memo on sleep?

~

You are so old school!

If you want those kids to sleep,

You must email, text, or tweet.

How can one protect

beloved family members

from so poorly misplaced trust?

~

We do our best through

love, vigilance, and prayer,

taking action when we must.

Ok, so there’s no

snow. Are we going to just

be left with those plain red cups?

~

Why go to and fro

over the absence of snow?

Candles set red cups aglow!

Today’s a Monday.

How can we make it stand out;

unlike every other day?

~

I know you can’t be

serious. Just ask any

single Mondayphobe.

If this is the most

wonderful time of year, what

does it say about the rest?

~

When superlatives

are used gratuitously

they lose all meaning.

Will our spirits rise;

lifted like all other boats

by the approaching Yuletide?

~

If our spirits are

to rise, we must learn to ride

the Yule’s irregular tide.

With only seven

days to go, how will we find

great, amazing gifts in time?

~

Most amazing gifts

seem to find there way to us

when we give up seeking them.

With this constant noise,

how can we find peace enough

to regain our poise?

~

When there’s noise without,

we can move within, follow

our breath, circumvent the din.

What ever happened

to heralded holiday

cheer this harried year?

~ 

I fear it’s been lost

behind emails and toupees

and rattlings of sabers.

When you rarely see

the light of day at your home,

can it be your guiding light?

~

Home fires beckon

and light the way even when

 night replaces day.

What would you say if

Jolly Old Saint Nick 

took the batmobile this year?

~

“Holy Ghost, Batman!

It Looks like your ride’s been swiped

by a bloated elf in red!”

When a timely passage

takes one from this mortal realm,

is there cause to celebrate?

~

When a life has been

well lived and the time ripe, there

may be cause to celebrate.

If someone hopes for

 a small  sprinkling of snow on

Christmas Eve are they reindeer?

~

Like snow and reindeer,

and men in jolly red suits,

all just holiday fodder.