He’s top of the heap!!!

… and yet, still unfulfilled.

Ain’t no mountain high enough…

~

Sometimes getting to

the top leaves unaddressed holes

waiting to be filled.

Finding no one home,

should we knock on other doors

in search of some common sense?

~

Common sense is scarce

whichever doors knocked upon.

Better to just grow your own.

A well performed farce

elicits more smiles than

farcical reality.

~

It’s one thing to watch

a farce on stage, another

to find yourself living one.

As autumn leaves drop,

is there anything you would

like to see fall before Spring?

~

Some monuments and

monumental egos sure

could stand to take a tumble.

Is this irony?

Only Donald Trump could make

Virginia turn solid blue?

~

We give thanks for this

unintended gift from an

ill-intentioned president .

Your photograph of

snow and yellow woods brought peace

to a restless day.

~

We all need deep peace

of quiet woodland pathways

in these loud, contentious times.

In this yellow wood

there is no road diverging,

only solitude and snow.

~

Neither do the eyes

diverge from such splendor as

yellow woods and snow.

Sun can melt frost with

presence and warmth, but it’s not

much help with fire.

~

Only cooler heads,

through prodigious effort, can

contain a wildfire

“Rest!” The doctor said.

So I sought solitude:

a salubrious Summit.

~

We know we’re really 

tired when rest becomes a

peak experience.

Suckerburg invites

paid lies. They’re profitable

so why change the face of things?

~

When booking ad space,

veracity and honor

garner fewer followers.

Expect an onslaught

filled with bluster and thunder

as we rise from this darkness

~

May we be heartened

by the courage of those who

speak truth to bluster.

Those ghosts and goblins

haunting our nation cage young

children, deport decency.

~

Yet the real evil

lurking in those heartless men

remains concealed in shadow

It’s not the weather

that’s the source of Congress’s

sudden horripilation.

~

Let’s let those cold creeps

get screaming heebie-jeebies

from their daunting task at hand.

Don’t you sometimes wish

we could be as wonderful

and wise as we were at three?

~

Some folk still believe,

even though they’re not still three,

 that they’re wise and wonderful.

Ahh! Sunday at last!

Our momentary reprieve

from the instant news cycle.

~

We all need to pause,

recenter, find our place in

the natural order of things.

These autumn mornings

shrouded in luminous veils…

alabaster radiance!

~

Such beauty catches

the eye, transports mind and heart

to another realm.

When some congressmen

behave like storming morons,

we need better lightning rods.

~

If we could convince

the electorate to strike,

we’d shock’em back under par.

If they’d spend just half

the energy listening

spent planning their rebuttal…

~

Sadly, this is true

of all of us. As the song 

goes, “When will we ever learn?”.

When nobody’s home,

why keep knocking? Some doors will

stay forever closed.

~

Persistent pounding

on doors long since painted shut,

still supplies satisfaction.

Why paste a smile

on a sad face? Isn’t that

what circus clowns do?

~

Incongruity

between mood and affect

is often diagnostic.

When did the Little

Engine that Wouldn’t replace 

The Little Engine that Could?

~

An Engine that won’t

run even though capable

surely NEEDS to be replaced.

Despite desires

to become a timely scribe,

still the pen falters…

~

 All poets falter

from time to time. Scribing is

easy but it’s hard to rhyme.

Busy days make for

poemless nights, but still we’ll

never write it off.

~

In these crazy times,

how can we tell write from wrong

or distinguish fiend from foe?

Sunlight still breaks through

though you can’t escape the grey

on this cloud-filled day.

~

Long awaited rain

brings the promise of relief

to parched pasture and meadow.

Don can rest assured;

History will regard him a

“Superlative President”.

~

Extraordinary

to be sure as a heartless

wonder and a Russian tool.

If there were a prize

for temper tantrum throwing

who would be some nominees?

~

No Caucus needed!

There will be one clear winner

by the most bigly landslide.

Some say anything

to get their heart’s desire

yet find no satisfaction.

~

When integrity

and desire intersect,

satisfaction can be found.

Circle the wagons!

The bourgeois are revolting!

All peasants man the towers!

~

Royalty, of course,

will collect the benefits.

The peasants will never know.

Just a pile of

manure and a pitchfork is

all he needs to keep his base.

~

Is this what they mean

when they say mushroom farmers

must be great pitchmen?