How do we keep our
minds when all about us, the
news tells us,”Don’t try”?
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One way to assure
that no one will rock the boat
is to float a great big lie.
How do we keep our
minds when all about us, the
news tells us,”Don’t try”?
~
One way to assure
that no one will rock the boat
is to float a great big lie.
How dare we find joy
in simple acts of living
while death awaits in the wings?
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One of the few dares
worth taking is this one, though
we know death surely awaits .
How can something so
simple be forgot? Is it
old age or simply my lot?
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Sorry. I know you
can’t respond to a question
that was never asked.
As these decades pass
and the shock fades from our minds,
can we still address our wrongs?
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As long as there’s breath
there’s time to address wrongs
done to us and the ones we’ve done.
We Americans
seem to think all problems have
solutions. What if they don’t?
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Every problem does
have a solution but some
are fixed sans Americans.
Nearer the bottom
of the whiskey bottle lies
something; but is it the truth?
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The word on the street
is that truth comes when we, not
the whiskey, hit rock bottom.
When worry elbows
its way into our lives,
how best to escort it out?
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Pushing and shoving
may sometimes do the trick but
a softer approach is nice.
When constant drumming
plucks on your very last nerve,
how do you respond calmly?
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Perhaps you should try
responding to the beat of
your very own drum.
When dealing with that
stubborn child within, what
would you recommend?
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Heed the little one.
Ignoring their every whim
just makes them more demanding.
When life gets tougher,
How do we meet the challenge;
with grace or resignation?
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No matter what, may
we be compassionate as
we meet life’s tough challenges.
What is sweeter than
sugar, higher than the sky,
and will never, ever lie?
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Midnight fantasy!
Like ordinary lovers
that never, ever, disagree!
Infectious drama
is sweeping through the household;
what might offer some relief?
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Infectious laughter
brings quick relief for dramas
of most any kind.
What would you say to
a child who asks, “Why do
clowns have to wear masks?”?
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Alarming truths, dear,
can have a deeper impact
when clad in disarming masks.
How can we quest for
recovery when systems
are questing for the billing?
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Recovery is
priceless, but systems aren’t made
to recognize this.
When the need to be
right is so strong, how can we
ever admit we are wrong?
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When we surrender
ego in the name of peace,
we demonstrate divine strength.
Can we, together,
like a band of brothers, stand
united despite wedges?
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If that band also
includes sisters we can stand
united despite wedges.
What helps us open
our hearts when the first thing we
encounter is pain?
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Water is made of
hydrogen and oxygen;
likewise love and pain make life.
Why do ladies dap
their wrists and necks with drops
of whale regurgitation?`
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Why do gentlemen
persist in asking foolish
questions such as this?
If we don’t know if
we’re coming or going, what
exactly is it we know?
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Listen! Your heart knows
emotions differ between
motion to and motion from.
If agony serves
us as proof of life, are you
living to your fullest yet?
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Living life to its
fullest, we experience
both extremes and the middle.
When someone asks, “How
do you do?” is it ok
to let them know that you don’t?
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A “Howdie do” can
be courtesy or question.
Which can be hard to fathom.
Must we always rush
or can enough be enough
so we can enjoy the hush?
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UnAmerican
questions such as these are proof
we need to guard our borders.
As we look ahead
to a new school year what would
be better to leave behind?
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Car accidents and
shattered cell phone touch screens and
chronic procrastination.
How can flowers bloom
buffeted by ceaseless gales
mired in this vile sludge?
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Is it our current
political climate of
which you poetically speak?
Has anyone tried
to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge
lately and did you buy it?
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I would rather buy
a “bridge to nowhere” than one
that would take me to Brooklyn.
Will happiness be
found in some abandoned place
far from internets and memes?
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What if it turns out
we are the abandoned place
where happiness lies waiting?
It’s Twenty Sixteen,
but why does it seem more like
Nineteen Eighty- Four?
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Now, is the hour
of our discontent, beneath
Big Brother’s scornful scowl!
Does summer’s swelter
only saturate the skin
Or also soak the spirit?
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Summer saturates
and simultaneously
inflames, but what can we do?
If there’s no money
in it, why do we poets
not cease and desist?
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We poets scribble
just because we are alive.
We’ll desist when we’re deceased!
What greater pleasure
than awakening at home
after those lengthy travels?
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Perhaps the heartfelt,
tail wagging, joyful greeting
from four-legged family.