The boss’s day gift

was a large wooden mushroom.

Lurid office revelry.

~

For a high old time,

wood’s no good. Injest magic

mushrooms and watch your boss glow.

Unpleasant changes

don’t get any easier

even when they’re “for the best”.

~

What we think will be

an unpleasant “best” can be

a change we come to value.

Any wise words to

share with other members of

the sandwich generation?

~

Ketotic diets

are highly recommended

for those stuck in the middle!

Cleaning up debris;

the new national pastime

surviving this storm season

~

We do what we can

to prepare and afterwards

we do what we must.

Not so long ago

I carried you in my arms.

Now you chauffeur me.

~

The bearer is borne

in the process of aging.

So goes the cycle of life.

Global Climate Change.

Can we weather this cyclone

of our own manufacture?

~

All the himicanes

in charge twist in denial

 of multiple winds of change.

This morning I wished

there was a crow whisperer

who could get those guys to hush.

~

Huginn and Muninn

only listen to one voice!

The wise don’t ask Him favors.

Honor and respect

and accountability:

benchmarks of justice.

~

How can a judge hold

others to a standard he

himself does not meet?

Let’s bring all the light

we can to these dark times – each

of our lamps is needed now.

~

Evil flourishes

in all the ill-lit places;

let’s illuminate them all!

The die has been cast.

The Rubicon has been crossed.

History will reveal the cost.

~

We’ve paid in the past,

we’re paying now, we’ll keep on

paying ’til enough VOTE  NO!

When ambition flees

from a search for facts, avoids

 fairness, there are those who cheer.

~

“This is how freedom

dies; to thunderous applause’,

Padmé Amidala said.

His vainglorious

longing for recognition

blinds him to his impotence.

~

 Bound by self-interest,

hungry for praise, he attracts

lost, recognition-starved souls.

What will October

leave behind – a memory

of dark days or bright sunshine?

~

Both are possible,

but October’s one sure gift

is always a big surprise.

Adapting to change;

an indispensable skill

in this chaotic era.

~

Change is a constant.

There are positive ways to

adapt and negative ones.

Public displays of

 unrighteous indignation –

“You don’t count” from those that count.

~

Count on self-righteous

indignant public figures

to minimize people’s pain.

Lamenting the loss

of a moral compass by

various high officials.

~

Seems High officials

are the only kind we get

since DC legalized weed.

In whose addled mind

is a week’s delay a sham

but 10 months is a-OK?

~

We’re not talking mind;

we’re talking never mind and

look the other way.

Defining moments:

you never know when they will

come. May we meet them with grace.

~

Especially when

those moments are defined by

humiliation and shame.

The Rolling Stones said

“can’t always get what you want”;

but will we get what we need?

~

“What the world needs now

is love, sweet love” –  as true now

as in 1965.

Intimidator

won’t be intimidated –

supreme injustice

~

How can they support

a judge whose very judgement

is outweighed by arrogance?

Blindness trumps mere pain

When it comes to late night drives.

‘Bout now, I’d prefer blindness.

~

If only thinking

could be trumped by not seeing –

oh wait, it already has.

I wish I could say

I’d live to see the day he’d

lead with reason and fair play.

~

In this troubled age,

roiled masses vent their rage

by maligning every sage.

Measures of success

often, inadvertently,

speak volumes of our failures.

~

Each accomplishment

carries with it the burden

of relinquishment.

School’s back in session.

Learning resumes – except in

certain Washington quarters.

~

Some folk still belong

in remedial classrooms,

study halls, and detention.

Outrageous orange,

salmon, scarlet, and sanguine:

this post-storm palette on high.

~

Aftermath beauty

a natural solace for our

exhausted, storm-weary souls.

Even the weather

is teasing us – one minute

the sun, the next, a downpour.

~

This twisted weather,

so, so unpredictable,

No global warming! Trust me!

Cloudbursts and lightning,

gales and inundation; just

more adolescent weather.

~

It sounds like you’ve been

reading some of the latest

presidential tweets.

If it’s wisdom we’re

after, where do you suggest

we begin to look?

~

Start by looking back

at the bitter lessons learned

from our myriad failures.

Why must some feel robbed

of the chance to battle nature

when fate’s winds grant a reprieve?

~

They may not realize

 we may win a battle, but

we will always lose the war.

Why rush around in

circles, chasing our own tales

when we could just pen them in?

~

Penning our own tales

sure takes way less energy

than dashing ’round living them.