In those hallowed halls,
speaking harsh truth to power
is a real career zugswang.
~
Given that climate,
heed “War Games” sage advice, “the
winning move is not to play”.
In those hallowed halls,
speaking harsh truth to power
is a real career zugswang.
~
Given that climate,
heed “War Games” sage advice, “the
winning move is not to play”.
Battered tattered and torn,
This banner proudly stands,
A tribute to hope and love.
Has the bully learned
that the threatened may get tough
and protect themselves?
Transitory truth
Makes the journey… interesting;
Navigation sans compass.
“Oh! You look so thin!”
Help me with that calculus;
I still mass twenty four stone…
Ahhh! Teen age angst,
Existential misery,
And a crappy attitude.
Adolescent trifecta!
~
Ahhh! Middle Age angst,
Existential misery,
And a huh-how attitude.
Middle Age trifecta!
~
Geriatric angst,
Existential misery,
And… uhhh… what was I saying?
Oh well. It doesn’t matter.
Ahhh! Teen age angst,
Existential misery,
And a crappy attitude.
Adolescent trifecta!
Saccharomyces cerevisiae
Humanity’s favorite microbe
Consumed by billions every day
From the glass lined tanks of old Latrobe
To old brick ovens in far Bombay
His body and blood in a very real way.
Air filled with portents,
intangible potentials
seeking easy paths to ground.
~
How that huge old tree
must feel the charges building;
dread their incandescent leap!
~
And, yet, there he stands,
reaching up, ever higher,
as though to taunt the lightning.
~
Will that shocking bolt
strike him by complete surprise
when it rends him asunder?
~
What of his remains?
Will they stand for the ages;
A monument to folly?
Stamping out embers
of fear and intolerance
one verse at a time;
a worthy occupation
for poets in burning lands.
If you can’t speak truth
In seventeen syllables,
More won’t yell louder.