When the “there” we were

going to has vanished, where

do we go from here?

~

We keep moving on.

The journey may be longer;

just over the horizon.

Shall I raise a fuss

and get all tied up in knots,

or give that clown ample rope?

~

When the circus ends,

why raise a fuss? The clowns will

bring their house down soon enough.

Life has a way of

turning on a dime. Should we

give permanence no quarter?

~

When it comes to change,

my two cents worth seems worthless

stacked up against one red cent.

When those tensions rise,

upon whom can we rely

for a calming voice of reason?

~

We want to look to

leaders for such a voice, but

first we must find it in ourselves.

What will be our fate,

after all this seething hate

and such rancorous debate?

~

Our fate will be formed

from the choices we make as

we move forward  together. 

As the time grows short

and this dread election nears,

how can we control our fears?

~

“The only thing we

have to fear is fear itself.”

Step up and get out the vote.

What would Coyote

have us do when darkness falls

and there is no light?

~

Coyote just might

tell us that the dark is light

and offer us a blindfold.

If we will not stand

in the face of tyranny,

how can we preserve our land?

~

Preservation has

come through standing, sitting, and

even lying down.

When not to refrain

is the refrain we mostly

hear,  how to turn a deaf ear?

~

Deaf ears and blind eyes,

Along with tightly sealed lips,

rarely unearth hidden truth.

When competition

Just yields entrenched resentment,

Let’s try cooperation?

~

 The spirit behind

the means is more important

than the means themselves.

“The art and science

of governing citizens” –

what does politics now mean?

~

In this modern world,

leadership takes a back seat

to feeding voter frenzy.

As elections near,

will ire’s raging fires

consume November’s cooling?

~

We can hope cooler

heads and warmer hearts prevail

 and ire’s fire is banked.

Witches and goblins

are on the loose, so why

are we opening our doors?

~

Leave a little milk

for those wee spirits most fey.

That will keep those haints at bay!

When it comes to art,

is it easy to discern

masterpieces from doodles?

~

One man’s masterpiece

is another man’s doodle,

so it’s up to you to say.

If  a little dab 

will do ya, why insist on

trying to get more?

~

Some smarmy greasers

want the whole enchilada;

less will never do!

Somehow we have slid

quietly into year three.

Can you believe this journey?

~

I never would have

thought such an unlikely pair

as we would  get to year three.

When old solutions

to current problems don’t work,

why do some still turn to Trump?

~

It is often said

“Expecting different results

from the same old thing is nuts!”

Now that the masters

are clutching their pretty prize,

can we all get back to work?

~

 As every mother

knows, the work’s never done and 

prizes are seldom given.

Whose idea was it

that pumpkins were better

used as lanterns than as pie?

~

Once, in the old world,

turnips served as spirit wards.

New worlds require bigger.

Must we jump through hoops,

like packs of well trained puppies,

to earn meaningless awards?

~

You can look before

 you leap and decide, hoops or

no hoops, what’s worth jumping for.

When there’s no there there,

should you turn to Fox News in

hopes they’ll find something?

~

Since the only news

you’ll ever find on Fox News

is all propaganda; no.

As Autumn mists rise

and leaves begin to color,

can we enjoy the changing?

~

Color me full of

joy at the prospect of change

after a heated summer.

Isn’t our country

great? Even an idiot

can run for public office.

~

I’ll reserve judgement

until checks and balances

prove they work to good effect.

When we exercise

those old creative muscles,

does just our vision sharpen?

~

What grew dormant springs

into life at the first twitch

of those old muscles.

When we look into

the future, what happens to

this moment right now?

~

When looking ahead,

it’s easy to overlook

today and forget the past.

In this day and age

of instant news and sound bites

who would welcome the limelight?

~

For some the only

worthy news is news of them

in limelit splendor.

If our head is in

the clouds and our feet are on 

the ground, where’s our heart?

~

Soaring in between

solid ground and whispy dreams

having taken joyous flight.

Can we seek the joy

that’s been manifested by

unlikely combinations?

~

Joy can be found in

many combinations – some

likely and some not so much.

Doesn’t how we get

there help determine whether

we should even make the trip?

~

The means of travel

distinguishes a mere trip

from an epic adventure.