A military

parade to honor a man

who never served?  Trumpets blow!

~

Don’t we have two days

already dedicated

to those who serve our nation?

The hours fly by,

ever faster and shorter,

as we hasten to our doom.

~

Such a grim note must

come from a poet who has

been watching only Fox News.

When times are tense, we

must find a way to act with

compassionate clarity.

~

With clear compassion

and action from a pure heart

we transcend every tension.

Even my dogs know

they must be vigilant if

peace is bought with a snarl.

~

It takes no genius

to distinguish a smile

from a predator’s growling.

Winter, in vengeance,

returns with freezing fury

just in time for Groundhog Day.

~

 The ever-changing

weather is nature’s answer

to climate change deniers.

Bookending our days

with poetry provides us

with fruitful measure.

~

At least a measure

of meter and maybe a

bit of rhyme to pass the time

Inconsistency,

though expected with weather,

is poor leadership style.

~

True, but if style

without substance is what folk

want, he models that in spades.

As we listen to

the State of Disunion Speech

how can we not come unglued?

~

Remember the Moon:

Just like it, we can be too;

full, super, bloody, and blue

This conversation,

with five parties, near and far,

will surely tax all patience!

~

When too many folks

 join in, nothing can be heard

except the deafening din.

When the student is

ready, the practice will come.

Have patience, my son.

~

Patience; a virtue

parents rarely have in spades.

The realm of the grandparent.

Dining out again,

happily with family, friends,

enjoying conversation.

~

Good talk and good eats –

a treat for the body, balm

for the weary soul.

Without getting stuck,

 how many congressmen can

dance on Trump’s pin head?

~

One hundred ninety,

at the very least, if we

exempt all the Tuesday Group.

What can we expect

if we put a fox in charge

of Congress’s chicken coop?

~

Surely less chickens

would peck in those hallowed halls,

but would that be a bad thing?

A crisp spring evening

nestled deep in the bosom

of winter… what’s up with that?

~

You Know Who says this

proves the climate change folks have

infiltrated the weather.

“Something there is that

 doesn’t love a wall”… but we

know someone who does.

~

Walls, by their nature,

both serve to keep people out

And also to keep folk in.

This culture of hate:

is it independent of

antisocial media?

~

Alas, hate predates

media of any kind,

but then so does love.

When hearts and minds shut

down, why are we surprised when

governments do too?

~

Under hammer blows

of repulsive rhetoric,

why would hearts or minds unfurl?

Why do some insist

on falsely labeling things

with the worst possible name?

~

That ancient adage, 

“It takes one to know one,” comes

instantly to mind.

So many snow days –

kids out of school. We need strength

to follow the golden rule.

~

And yet another!

Cold education reaver,

leaving us with cabin fever.

When the day’s demands

flow like an endless river,

how long can we swim upstream?

~

When we swim against

our inner current, even

a short lap lasts way too long.

What if we tried to

 look through the eyes of someone

with a different point of view?

~

The view of ourselves

seen through those foreigners eyes

would likely not flatter us.

As we wait round two

of this horrid winter mix,

how do we ever prepare?

~

Are you speaking of

the horrid mix of weather or

winter return of Congress?

My fine poet, why 

search for answers to questions

we don’t yet know how to ask?

~

More often than not,

finding an answer leads to

even deeper questioning.

Seems Donald John Trump

is Dunning-Kruger effect

living and personified.

~

A man who is too 

stupid to know how stupid 

he is…hmm, who comes to mind?

“It takes one to know

one.'” Does this apply to some

recent remarks of D.Trump?

~

A classic hallmark

of the profoundly disturbed

is anosognosia.

Fast and furious

may make for entertainment

but is it a way to live?

~

It’s the way many

of us live, but I wouldn’t

suggest it as a way of life.

If, perchance, your son

asked for your sage advice as

he leaves home, what would you say?

~

If he deigned to ask,

I would, perforce, endeavor

to give better than I got.

Is seeking power

simply for that power’s sake,

different from gluttony?

~

We can eat because

we are hungry. Gluttony

means we don’t know when to stop.

How many records

must be broken before we

acknowledge there’s been a change?

~

See! This record cold

underlines the blatant lie

of man-made global warming!