What fires is he
trying to put out when he
fires his fire fanner?
~
Perhaps he just likes
the sound his vocal cords make
when he utters, “You’re fired.”
What fires is he
trying to put out when he
fires his fire fanner?
~
Perhaps he just likes
the sound his vocal cords make
when he utters, “You’re fired.”
Why must some stake out
little bits of turf and fight
to the death defending them?
~
If we could figure
out the why maybe we would
not need the why and wherefore.
Have we elected
a wizard as president
or have we merely gone to Oz?
~
Just so we pull back
that blasted emerald curtain,
it will all work out!
Eyes deceived by nose.
The fragrance of privet lends
luster to a wilted rose.
~
In time our eyes will
see what that sweet smell conceals –
privet’s take-over attempt.
What can we do to
stay afloat when the House of
Reps threatens to sink our boat?
~
We can stay afloat
if we all get out and vote
in a tide that lifts all boats.
Amorous chorus
Echoing though the forest
Treefrog serenade
If there is no good
and neither is there evil,
upon what can we rely?
~
You might ask Nietzsche,
alone on a mountain top,
beyond good and evil.
Frost said, “Something there
is that doesn’t love a wall.”
but what does a poet know?
~
Some poets know much
both of love and walls they say
“Good fences make good neighbours.”
On this sunny morn,
with these delightful breezes,
how can one be grim?
~
Ah, if one really
tries, grimness is only a
few negative thoughts away.
What might a poet
and a politician have
to say to one another?
~
Whatever they say,
neither one will comprehend
as they speak in different tongues.
When the race is run
and you’re gasping for your breath
to what will you look forward?
~
I’ll look forward to
looking back – glad that even
though I faltered, I still ran.
This May Day let’s leave
virtual reality,
take a stroll, smell the flowers.
~
Decorate Maypoles
and leap the Beltane fires
among other rites of spring.
By the time climate
change deniers wake up will
there be anything to see?
~
Maybe they’ll wake up
just to see an angry sea
nipping at their knees.
Where does freedom stop
and responsibility
for community begin?
~
Freedom doesn’t stop
when responsibility
begins; instead, it’s enhanced.
When will supporters
open their eyes and see their
emperor is without clothes?
~
More importantly,
when will the emperor see
and on whom shall he lay blame?
When dumb and dumber
threaten the peace of the world,
what can simple peons do?
~
They can stop watching
Fox News, put on their walking
shoes and get out there and vote.
With so much at stake
how could we have elected
such a great big flake?
~
Fools thought the system
to be profoundly broken;
now can they grasp their mistake?
Why are some deceived
when infamous oligarchs
dress in populist clothing?
~
It is the custom
of wolves to dress themselves in
sheeps’ clothing and dine quite well.
What is this process
of learning and unlearning?
Why can’t we just get it right?
~
Nothing is unlearned!
Some things learned must be relearned
in the process of progress.
Celebrate “Earth Day”
by amending behavior
and mending the damage done.
~
May we come to see
ourselves as just one part of
an interdependent whole.
Answers are given
to questions that are not asked.
Is Spicer speaking?
~
When Spicer’s speaking,
as much as they may crave them,
nobody’s getting answers.
If we surrender
our need to control will we
become cogs in others’ wheels?
~
Control is a myth,
not something to surrender;
but we can gum up the works.
Can we be prepared
for coming atrocities
perpetrated in our name?
~
Let us begin now
to make such atrocities
a thing of the past.
He took it all, but
took nothing in so always
he had to go back for more.
~
Resources squandered
to no discernible gain
most always leave one hungry.
Must we just accept
petulant protestations
of our twitterer in chief?
~
They say a divine
spark is within each of us.
Reject tweets; look for the spark.
Once upon a time,
in a land so far away,
people lived in peace.
~
Fairy tales always
begin that way. How can we
bring that far away land home?
Did you know that when
a group of poets gather
they’re referred to as a Heard?
~
It’s also well known
that gathering four poets
will produce a fifth.
How can we find joy
when we bathe, regularly,
in sludgy human psyche?
~
As kids we loved to
play in mud. Perhaps we can
bypass adult aversion.