Why do they call it
“common courtesy” when it’s
all too uncommon?
~
Irony perhaps?
But “Congressional Restraint”
seems more Oxymoronic.
Why do they call it
“common courtesy” when it’s
all too uncommon?
~
Irony perhaps?
But “Congressional Restraint”
seems more Oxymoronic.
In early morning,
when the bed’s summons beckons,
is it pointless to resist?
~
To such a question
I can ask an equally
pointed one, “Why do you ask?”
How many hornet’s
nests can one politician
kick before he’s badly stung?
~
The courtesy shown
lawyers by sharks may save that
politician from the sting.
When the wind rises
and storm warnings are posted,
must we all seek safe harbor?
~
Prudence is itself
an act of valor often
underrated and unsung.
Tell me, dear poet,
what do you do when your muse
is on vacation?
~
Eat, drink, and relax.
A vacationing muse sings
a peaceful healing ballad.
When the weather cools
during this blazing season,
what is the best reaction?
~
When blazing days grow
cool, don’t pause to ask questions,
just answer with gratitude.
If you had a chance
to make a real difference,
where would you begin?
~
Every one of us
will make a real difference
in all the lives that we touch.
Truth and opinion
both clouded my history;
how can we know what is what?
~
Truth is what remains
when everything cloudy has
been allowed to drift away.
Why is it so hard
to hear the truth when spoken
from the mouths of enemies?
~
We are conditioned
to believe the enemy
always lies by bad leaders.
When in the course of
Human events,misanthropes
Grow grim, and do what?
~
What they don’t do is
pledge their Lives,Fortunes,and their
sacred Honor to each other.
,
Where oh where has my
young son gone, where oh where can
he possibly be?
~
Grown old and jaded
everyone, bitter and
salty, as the sea.
What if money did
grow on trees – would we change our
currency to leaves?
~
Smarter people would
invest in groves; the greedy
would denude the whole forest.
If delusion is
belief despite evidence,
what then could faith be?
~
For some,trust in what
can’t be seen is delusion;
for others it’s simply faith.
What is it about
the sound of crickets that stirs
such simple longing?
~
Like punctuation,
crickets chirping lends structure
to timeless, silent evenings.
Where does logic go
when desire ventures out
from beneath that heavy rock?
~
Logic wants to know
what desire was doing
under that rock anyway.
Could you tell me why
we have to have July with
its heat, mosquitoes, and flies?
~
So we can look back
with longing fond affection
once August invades in force.
Given this horrid
summer inferno, how do
we refrain from eruption?
~
If every day we
let off a little steam, we
might prevent an eruption.
When we seem to be
going nowhere fast, should we
switch direction or change speed?
~
Changing direction
or changing velocity
will not change destination.
When lives fall apart,
how do we reconcile
what is with what was?
~
Sometimes willingness,
courage, and grace are all we
have to see us through.
How might we look past
the ridiculous and find
the truly sublime?
~
The subliminal
message is often hidden
within ridiculousness.
How can we declare
Our independence from blind
demagogues and their dogma?
~
If we acknowledge
our interdependence, we
will see independently.
If we can’t see out
far and we can’t see in deep
why do we bother?
~
Foresight and insight
shine in contradistinction
to insidious hindsight.
But why must we hear
all of these bogus tall tales
from the mouths of candidates?
~
They can tell those tall
tales, but nothing says we have
to take the time to listen.
How long must we wait
until we’re willing to hear
everyone’s story?
~
Not all tales merit
an ear but the sooner we
listen, the more we can learn.
When flying blindly,
how can you tell when you’re in
uncharted territory?
~
I find myself in
uncharted territory
pondering your koan.
When filled with regret
how can we create some space
for love to enter?
~
When your heart’s hard drive
fills with regret and hate,
delete those useless programs.
Why must we wage wars,
attacking and defending
symbols we imbue with power?
~
Symbols are seen as
sacred or a threat when viewed
through amygdala’s blurred lens.
Why do we think we
can achieve long term goals
with short sighted plans?
~
Time is relative.
To a germ, all goals are long.
To the sun, all plans are short.
Why must weekdays seem
to travel life by freight train
while weekends ride the TGV?
~
Whether days move fast
or days move slow depends on
the load they carry.
Is there anything
more beautiful than a wise
and forgiving heart?
~
Perceiving beauty
takes an inward journey for
both beholder and beheld.