It’s hard to believe
he’s an existential threat,
even at his vilest.
But, if people buy
the fabric of his falsehood
and clothe themselves in fury…
Sedōka
Beyond Genes
One Poinsettia
succumbs to their base neglect,
while its sibling flourishes
in the same environment.
As with children too, it seems,
in some there is resilience.
Weathering
Like the well worn seat
in my old, hard driven, car,
molded, thus, by many miles
this nostalgic ache
dwelling here, where grief once lived
is my new life’s companion.
Understatement
Leaves and twigs slashing
horizontal in the gale.
Winds birth tears and bears them forth.
~
Umbrellas invert.
Hats depart for warmer climes.
“Wee bit breezy”, he mutters.
Foreknowing Foreboding
How’s the holiday
he asked, if somehow dreading
a frank and honest answer.
~
It’s been quiet now
awhile as we gather
our breath for the next outrage.
Vetting
If a carpenter
Only has one big hammer,
Go and hire someone else.
~
All that joker wants
Is to pry apart some boards
And scrape the rust off his tool.
That Hoary Gilded Capital
Walking sullied streets,
noting all the old deceits;
gold leaf peeling off in sheets.
~
Cracked and weathered stone,
reminiscent of old bone
cast aside to rot alone.
~
Maybe I’m jaded,
but it’s luster has faded,
past dignities degraded.
~
How have we become,
so uncaring, heartless, numb,
is there naught that can be done?
~
Dare we even try
to uphold truth to that lie,
“Great Republics can not die“?
~
If we can’t, we’re done.
Hare on off and have some fun.
Democracy’s race is run.
A Statesman’s Prayer
When we disagree,
can we not remain civil
and work to find common ground?
~
You know I love our country,
as I know you love it too.
Let us not cast stones!
Forgive Us, World, Our Folly, We Pray
Compassionlessness
can’t be a family value
embraced by Americans!
~
But it can, it seems,
be a blazoned guiding light
for our chief executive.
My Struggles
Not to your vile
nature nor to your greedy
ways do I owe my sorrow.
~
I revolt myself,
every time I wish you ill,
yet I can’t refrain.
A Man of Meager Mettle
He hands out pyrite
in seeming oblivion
that his glitter has no gold.
~
…and, still, fools grovel
in sycophantic ardor
of his worthless dross.
Mixed American Messages
Flashing open sign
in a locked and lightless store:
Welcome friends. Nobody’s home.
~
Closed sign on the door,
laughter and music within.
Private party in progress.
A Purpose Driven Life?
When one’s life devolves,
becomes a vehicle for
one’s medications, then what?
~
Dude! Sudafed’s got
places to go, people meet,
and Big Pharma’s bills to pay!
A Llama, A Cow, And A Donkey Walk Into A Church
This Chapel, infused
with the holy aromas
of stable, sty, and barnyard
~
Unto us this day,
delights and joys of Christmas
permeate this sacred space.
Aroil in Pain 