Christmas is coming

 fast and some in Congress are 

rushing to give themselves gifts.

~

Unlike the Magi,

their gifts require little

self-sacrifice to bestow.

Offering comfort

across partisan divide,

his compassion flowed.

~

What manner of man

could ever do such a thing;

could it be, GASP, a statesman?

Why must some profit

from illness and misery

and the digital divide?

~

There’s no “must” about

it. Some choose to place profit

before fairness or caring.

An Alabama

testament – if Moore offends

thee, then cast him out.

~

Dixie firmly said

Old times are not forgotten

and neither are evil deeds.

Unexpected red

burning in this winterscape

fails to offer any warmth.

~

Seems like you may be

looking for warmth in all the

wrong places, my poet son.

If we’re unwilling

to ask open questions, won’t

we close lots of doors?

~ 

Some may slam the door

when confronted with the truth

and asked to look deep within.

Regard this orchard,

standing bare amid the snow,

mirroring frigid spirits.

~

In a frigid world

beauty still breaks through, bringing

comfort, delight, even warmth.

When we look outside

and see a blanket of white

have we just been snowed?

~

We have not been snowed

if we can stay inside, warm,

and enjoy if from afar.

Tangled in these webs

Evasion, misdirection

how can we perceive the truth?

~

First we determine

whose webs we are tangled in –

are they theirs or our?

Seventy five years

ago a magnificent

creature made her earthly debut.

~

Twenty five years more

basking in its radiance

and we may all get a tan.

When we see beauty,

is our first question, “Is that

Lotus or Waterlily?”

~

If questions are asked

at the sight of beauty, they

tend to be ones of how, not what.

Any thoughts on how

to keep your cool in heated

times such as these?

~

Heated spirits rise

in these uncertain times but

surely cooler heads prevail.

When illness rises

and spirits, likewise, descend,

how can we find time to write?

~

Sometimes writing can

soothe our sickness and distract

us from our lingering woes.

A truly sunny

Sunday lifts the mood, opens

hearts to gratitude.

~

Sunny warm Sundays

in this chill, frosty, season

must be counted as a gift.

How long will it be

before they begin to see

the cost of sycophancy?

~

When screwers become

screwed their learning curve improves..

Until then? Who knows, my friend.

Early December –

fifty-eight degrees outside.

Who turned up the heat?

~

Everybody has

there hands on the thermostat

but will we, yet, turn it down?

Looking for some lights

on this darkest evening:

found them in a traffic jam.

`

It’s funny isn’t

it, how light can be found if

we only slow down.

We may be out of

school, but there’s a lot to learn

that can’t be shared on twitter.

~

But all the wisdom

we post here on the daily

fits easily in a tweet.

On a bell shaped curve

occupying both tail ends

is not a thing of pleasure.

~

No one likes where they

fall on such a curve. They think

it could always be better.

He looked everywhere

for happiness, thinking it 

was somewhere out there.

~

But it wasn’t found

in Kansas or Missouri;

it was in him all along.

Being a sandwich

means you’ll be, forever, squeezed

between two crusty slices.

~

If you’re a sandwich,

my metaphor-loving son,

you’re the squeezer and the squeezed.

                                                                                                           JDG

Peace of mind – how do

we find it in a world filled

with endless chatter?

~

Insist on silence.

Silent strolls through silent woods

with cell phones in silent mode.

My apologies

for the grimness yesterday;

it was the migraine talking.

~

With a migraine, you

still chose to join this noisy

bunch – that speaks volumes to me.

So, can we just say

a little bit of being

together goes a long way?

~

If we knew today

was the last we had to live

is this how we would spend it?

As the sun descends

after another long day,

shall we not embrace the dark?

~

Evening and night hold

a gentle offering of

sanctuary at day’s end.

Can you tell me what

sun says to morning dew that

sets her ashiver?

~

His protestations

of hot incandescent love

reduce her to steamy vapors.

Thanksgiving’s approach,

for the over-functioner,

means more work than giving thanks.

~

Under-functioners

give thanks for their existence –

makes their own much easier.

Countdown to that time

of year when friends and family

gather and flaunt politics.

~

Just keep “Uncle Don”

and his crotch-grabbing cronies

far from the children’s table!

How many times can

they paint unchanging landscapes

before the gallery revolts?

~

The landscapes, they are

a-changing even if the

big painters persist.

When we’re broken, friends

 and family help us pick up

the pieces and help us mend.

~

But don’t expect that

help to come without a price;

sarcasm and snarky wit.