If you have an ace

somewhere up your sleeve, now is

the time to play it.

~

Or you could astound

your whole global audience;

snatch a rabbit from your… hat?

These fathers and sons,

Always at each others throats,

overlooking bonds of love.

~

I’ve marveled at how

sometimes men, sure of their love

for one another, play fight.

So much to do, so

little time to write. This will

have to do tonight

~

Once upon a time,

 maybe in tomorrow land,

compassion will reign

~

It may be raining…

or this dampness we’re feeling

could be exsanguination.

Obstreperousness

and obfuscation remain

my kids endless stock in trade.

~

I would say apples

don’t fall far from the tree, but

what would that say about me?

 How can we stay cool

if temperatures and tempers

soar this Mother’s Day?

~

Seems like every time

generational mothers

gather, temper soon follows.

When both options suck,

how is one supposed to choose

which bitter pill to swallow?

~

Before you swallow

either one, pause, look around –

sweet medicine might be found.

Beneath these blue skies

the wonder and the terror

of existence lies.

~

That which lies beneath

the surface of existence

remains the greatest wonder.

When a bad hombre

elects to break a bargain,

what price will the victims pay?

~

Victims pay the full

price while bad hombres abscond 

with amassed  bargains.

When fear runs rampant,

what helps some keep their wits, act

with caring civility?

~

A sure conviction

that whatever evil comes,

love will be our salvation.

Celebrating change

may lead to strong emotions

but that’s really no bad thing.

~

Strong emotions are

 the music of the many 

varied songs of life.

Have things always been

so crass, but better concealed

before? What comes next?

~

The pendulum swings.

Political correctness

breeds heartless, hateful, contempt.

Summer’s arrival,

so close upon Winter’s heels,

leaves no time to relish Spring.

~

The way things have been

going we may think she’s a

goner, but Spring might be back.

Didn’t anyone

tell May she didn’t have to

pretend to be June?

~

Fine ladies refrain

from displaying public heat;

or so says Emily Post!

Since before he ran,

he has drawn objurgation,

leading people into fear.

~

You don’t have to draw

a picture or name names for

me to know of whom you speak.

On these sun-lit days

of spring when pollen holds

us captive, Claritin rings.

~

The clarion call

of an antihistamine

rings like a crystal clear bell.

May May’s arrival,

bourgeoning with budding buds,

presage an august August.

~

Sometimes a poet’s

search for topic, words, and verse

may come in a gust.

Seeking reason in

the unreasonable is

a poor use of time.

~

Cutting one’s losses

is more than expedience;

simple self-preservation.

Betrayed by my id

and ravaged by my ego,

my body takes its revenge.

~

And when the body

screams, ego and id dissolve

into an unconscious mess.

If they’re going to

mount a soap box, couldn’t they

at least let their words be true?

~

Standing on the box

precludes the use of that soap

for washing out their foul mouths.

If we teach our kids

to ignore stereotypes,

will they recognize evil?

~

We can teach them to

pay attention. Sometimes wolves

come in sheeps’ clothing.

How can you keep from

bellyaching when you know

your belly actually aches?

~

You can bellyache

to your little heart’s content;

The world will still move forward.

Like making omelets,

fostering progressive change,

May break Humpty’s ego’s shell.

~

If it’s the Humpty

I’m thinking 0f, nothing could

break that ego shell.

How can we go back

to normal when it’s a state

we joyfully left?

~

We seldom regress

when we focus on the joy

and seek a brighter normal.

And so it begins…

the sharing of favorites,

movies, books, and TV shows.

~

A really sure sign

of trust is when we can share 

our unedited pleasures.

I know this must be

a sunny day for you and

your son in more ways than one.

~

A vision is blue,

arrives like a western breeze

bringing warmth along with her.

There’s a time to dance.

Or, at least, it would seem so

judging by these dressed up kids.

~

Whenever we yearn

to express what we feel, when

words just aren’t enough, we dance.

Just wondering – if

you were a gambling man,

what  are the odds you’d give us?

~

We’ve got better odds

than the White Rhinoceros,

but smart money’s on Bed Bugs.

These early spring rains

inundate country roadways,

enhancing the greenery.

~

But  we find ourselves

suddenly driving into

a soaking oblivion.

Doesn’t Winter know,

at least by now, that it just

can’t win this contest with spring?

~

A once compelling

force is often at a loss

knowing when it’s out of steam.