How do we lose track
of our pre-planned scheduled posts?
Poetry’s not surgery!
~
Poetry’s written
in a non sterile place where
all manner of bugs await.
How do we lose track
of our pre-planned scheduled posts?
Poetry’s not surgery!
~
Poetry’s written
in a non sterile place where
all manner of bugs await.
Cat leaves small presents.
I sadly decline. Perhaps
you’d like to opine.
~
All those moles and voles,
though not appreciated,
will eat no more Iris bulbs.
In whom do you trust
and is your faith well founded
if you’ve chosen unwisely?
~
I trust compassion
wherever and whenever
it flows. It’s there my faith grows.
Fat squirrels smile
as they down the last bird seeds.
The birds and I groan.
~
Smile in relief
because chubby smiling squirrels
won’t eat your car’s wiring.
A brisk winter’s walk
with ebony fur clad pals
provides a moment of joy.
~
It’s the simple things
that can often shift a mood
and make things better.
There’s always room for
change, but that room often gets
stockpiled with excuses.
~
Some things never change;
like the stockpile of trash
in her excuse of a room.
Those who give freely,
with no concern for profit,
warrant positive regard.
~
That they walk among
us lifts our spirits, gives us
hope and points the way.
A stark reminder –
unrestricted rights to guns
lead to horrifying wrongs.
~
When those rights go wrong,
some call for some restrictions,
others just blame the shooter.
“Trust those on the scene.“
Hardest words ever spoken
to a family far away.
~
Holding their loved ones
in their hearts, the families
sit and wait and wait.
Vowel asks consonant,
“Will you join me for a word?”
Consonant replies, “Ok”.
~
Number feels left out
Begs to join the equation
Suddenly, there’s Algebra!
A curious thing
about humanity is
how inhumane we can be.
~
Might humility
aid in the reformation
of us inhumane humans?
Conservatives fear
governments restricting guns;
~
but, not so much, banning books?
It’s not important
to insure our safety, but
they must conserve ignorance.
When you were little
you were Movie Boy. Do you
remember your escapades?
~
How could one so young
be attuned to the culture
that would engender “Me Too”!
Will it or won’t it?
The weathermen can’t decide
what the weather will render.
~
Perhaps it they’d ask
a weather psychic, they’d get
a sense of how the wind blows.
How do you know when’s
the right time to say out loud
what you haven’t said before?
~
Prepare for the worst
response you can imagine;
there’s no time like the present!
Why would a grown man
hate receiving compliments
with a nuclear passion?
~
Such an explosive
response, whether shared or not,
suggests fear or pain.
Why tell the birds they
must eat all the leftovers
before they get more?
~
Feather brained eaters
often overlook good food
looking for the sweet tidbits.

Unexpected art
displayed surreptitiously
provides sudden public joy
~
This public display
reveals that art and joy show
no sign of stopping.
In these challenging
times, may we not lose sight of
all that is good in this world.
~
Seeing challenges
around every single bend
hides the forest behind trees.
Even cloudless skies
seem a watery gray now
in, this, the soul of winter.
~
There are some who say
winter has no soul, but they
are summer lovers.
An hour ago
trees and grass glistened with rain,
but now they’re coated with snow.
~
Barring arctic chill,
another hour’s passing
may yield a sty’s worth of mud.
This white line fever
of freshly laid road salt brine:
harbingers of, yet more, snow.
~
In December’s warm
weather, we wondered what could
the new year bring. Now we know.
It’s hard to keep our
equilibrium when our
world turns upside down.
~
Topsy-Turvey days
strung together endlessly
yield their own kind of balance.
In the middle of
inner and outer storms, it’s
easy to get distracted.
~
Whirlwinds and thunder
have a way of commanding
undivided attention.
This icy weather
slows us down, gives us a chance
to rest and reflect.
~
Unless life’s demands
drag us out into the storm
on some essential mission.
From Virginia, south
Peepers and Cicadas drone
Counterpoint on muggy nights
~
But right now on these
cold winter nights we hear limbs
fall, branches crack, and folks sigh.
Cold, gray, and windy –
an unappealing trio
belted forth today.
~
It’s Udon weather.
That, or maybe good Ramen,
will provide appealing warmth.

“Too good to be true“
may be just the axiom
to crush opportunity.
~
We can fail to seize
the moment because we have
seized this axiom instead.
On this cold winter
day, I choose to focus on
the warmth and light of the sun.
~
Like an LED
the brightest of winter suns
offer only scantest heat.
They saw we argue
more with those we love the most…
I guess I’m the odd man out.
~
Or just an odd man,
one who doesn’t insist he’s
always in the right.