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?

I thought I saw him,

my fellow poet, but he

took his words and flew away.

~

Again time escapes!

It’s like nailing down jello…

or some other orange fellow.

Need a whisperer

to calm this presidential

bucking bronco down.

~

There is not enough

Xylazine on any farm

to put that nag off his feed!

Stuttering along,

singing off key, Orange Clown

makes a mockery.

~

How foolish must a

Jester be, to misconstrue

ridicule as mirth?

This little piggy

might have to eat crow and cry

on Fox News all the way home.

~

But in his own mind

he fancies he’s Jack Horner

and our nation is his plum.

This rising tide won’t

lift all boats; it’s likely to

sink one leaky ship of state.

~

What hopefully sinks

is this ship of fools disguised

as a ship of state.

So many scams, so

little time – a Trumpian

dilemma Barr none.

~

“Daddy, loan me a

little thing; a time machine

to fool them all, all the time!”

Many roads have we

gone down and sometimes we’ve lost

our way, but never our hope.

~

Hope always remains,

despite whatever evils

have escaped Pandora’s Box.

When integrity

flies out the window, who or

what walks through the door?

~

“Walks” might not quite be

the verb that you’re looking for;

“slinks” or “slithers” are more apt.

Has America

finally reached its tipping point

with its Narcissist-In-Chief?

~

Time will tell if we

have what it takes to reclaim

our stolen ship of state.

Surveying the trees.

Looking for a clue about

what to do. “Drop it,” they said.

~

 “Now wait just a sec!”,

the gymnosperms all exclaimed,

“It’s better to hold on tight!”

Begorrah has come,

tiny ball of brindle fuzz,

to breathe play into their lives.

~

And to decorate

their home for the holidays

with irregular presents.

“Pay no attention”,

the man behind the curtain

cries, “it’s all smoke and mirrors!”

~

Pull back the curtain

and what do you see? One big

mistake staring back at thee.

Why clarify when

obfuscation was the way

he got to be president.

~

Muddying waters

is a favorite tactic

of every bottom feeder.

 Scrambling to find

an unscrambled moment in

which to veg today.

~

I hear Ron Popeil

sells a handy device that

scrambled eggs still in their shells.

Under the weather

seems less like a state of mind

and more like a state of Grace.

~

Sometimes to rise up

we must first lie down and make

space for us and grace.