Month: December 2015

Entrenchment

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As we dig deeper
Into our fear and loathing,

Parapets we build.

These insecure monuments

Intimidating neighbors.

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Those who are without

Imagine treasures within.

“To protect a gem,

Must be why they fortify!”

Yet those “gems” are hollow shells.

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Empty testaments.

Victories of our disgrace.

Statues of hatred.

Whose presence, alone, invites

The very assault we dread.

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In this world of ours,

how can some remain unmoved
When confronted with
Injustice and suffering
On this vast expansive scale?
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Those heart fortresses

That we labor to buttress

Keep not villains out

But rather trap us within

To fester in our terror.

“Saturday in E.R.”

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*with profound apologies to Chicago fans! This was my day today and I couldn’t shake the earworm so…
 Saturday in ER

I think it was before New Years Eve

 Saturday in ER

I think it was before New Years Eve

People screaming, people crying

A man begging Morphine

Singing Italian songs?

Can you dig it (yes, I can)

And I’ve been waiting such a long time

For Service

 Saturday in ER

I think it was before New Years Eve

 Saturday in ER

I think it was before New Years Eve

People moaning, really aching

A man playing air guitar

Singing for us all

Will you help him change the world

Can you dig it (yes, I can)

And I’ve been waiting such a long time

For service

Slow motion nurses fly the colours of the day

A physician still can tell stories his own way

listen children all is not lost

all is not lost

Endless days in the ER

Every day’s just creeping by

Endless days in the ER

Every day’s just creeping by

People reaching, people touching

It’s no celebration

Waiting for us all

If we want it, really want it

Can you dig it (yes, I can)

And I’ve been waiting such a long time

For this day to end

Monsoon Christmas

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* please note: I am no song writer- just a guy who remembers walking across frozen ponds here as a kid and trying to adjust to 80 degree Christmas Eve’s in this very same place…

Monsoon Christmas- a transliteration

It’s beginning to look a lot like April.
Everywhere you go

Take a look at the pouring rain, flooding once again

With parking lots and urban streams aflow

It’s beginning to look a lot like April

Mud on every floor

But the prettiest sight to see is the boot rack that will be
By your own front door

A pair of Wellington boots and seedlings to root

Is the wish of Bobbie and Bill

Kids that won’t talk and take the dogs for a walk

Is the prayer of Johnny and Jill

And Mom and Dad can hardly wait to see the sun again

It’s beginning to look a lot like April
Everywhere you go

There’s a tree in the Parking lot, that’s blooming quite a lot

The fragile kind that doesn’t like the snow

It’s beginning to look a lot like April

I wish some sleet would start

And the thing that will make is sting is the winter winds that sing

Just like in old art

It’s beginning to look a lot like April

I wish some snow would fall

And the thing that will make it cool is the lighting of the Yule

Just like in old saws

It’s beginning to look a lot like April

April

April

April

Merry… Christmas?… Anyone?

Just In The Doldrums

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Somewhere in this sargasso mind

Floats just the jetsam that I need.

The task at hand is just to find

That bit among this tangled weed.

There I spy a piece of dross

I needed just a day ago.

Just what for, I’m at a loss,

I’ll take it with me even so.

Perhaps just having it at hand

Will provide the needed spark.

As I bend to rinse it free of sand,

At just that moment, I spy the shark.

In my hands, I find a gaff

“Just what I need”, I think, and laugh!