Our Country, Black and Blue?

Perhaps it ‘s finally time to strike

that monochrome, blue striped bastard,

abomination of our flag

(the sacred symbol of our country,

emblem of all that we hold dear,)

that takes a stand for harsh repression,

desperation, hate, and fear.

I reject your blind defiance

of our citizens, repressed

who have gone a step too far

in their hope to find redress.

Their mistaken, hasty actions

don’t confer on you the right

to take our country’s noble flag

and corrupt is as the vile banner

of your self-righteous foolish fight.

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.

In the Mirror

His grey-white, old man, whiskers

Resemble, superficially,

The peach fuzz down of his youth,

So often touched and marked upon

By the Thai when he was young.

Alas, that’s where, illusions end!

Gone the smooth as butter skin

Free of blemish, scar, and crease.

Gone the silky velvet feel

Replaced with bristles sharp and stiff

Gone the monks who’d cross the street

To stroke his face and offer blessings.

Perhaps this is the way of things

As one grows old and reminisces.

Slow Dawning

Horror and betrayal warred

At Grandpas barked guffaw,

Unexpected insult heaped

Upon Mother’s recent wound.

Was he still a babe in arms

Needing mom to wipe his chin?

No! He was a man and grown…

Or very nearly so, at ten!

Drying mirth from ancient eyes

O’da laid confusion rest,

“At luncheon this day ‘twas I

Pullin’ yon face to me own marm!”

Slowly came his dawning-

Forever, Moms will be Mom’s.

Pastoral Passtimes

Rest beneath these watchful trees

Sheltered from both rains and rays

Welcome balm for agonies

Brought by endless plowing days.

Breathe the musk of ochre furrows

Rising from the fresh turned ground.

Watch the playful muskrats burrow.

Hear the crickets festive sound.

Regard the rows with satisfaction

Stretching toward the distant wood.

The work’s not done- not by a fraction

Even though the labor’s good.

Though I’d bask long, amid this splendor,

I’ve more toil yet to render.

Charity or Wisdom

Listen Up, you grey old goat!

Your racist ways are history.

Does that hate not sere your throat?

That grossly overt bigotry

never fails to offend

younger,

compassionate,

thoughtful men.

But since we’re here within this lodge,

I’ll try to muster up some grace,

abide the precepts of wiser men

and curb my urge to pulp your face.

I’ll maintain regard unconditional

despite your beliefs, so unlovable.

Internal Locus Lost

What Narcissism!

Forgetting how to control

both temper and car,

he lays heavy on his horn

trying, vainly, to control

actions of other drivers.

His Master’s Voice?

They must think us dogs

salivating to their bells

doing tricks for tiny treats!

~

And how can they not

when we drool at every cue

playing games they tell us to?

~

Is there any choice?

After all, they hold the cards

and set the rules we must regard.

~

Why must we regard

their arbitrary edicts

when their only care

is their self-serving interests?

Bite the hands that feed, I say!

Ignore their strident bellows!

Exercise our every freedom!

Let us run across the meadows!

Public Dinner Conversation

Where’s this country going to?

I demand to know!

Every day it’s something else;

A freaking horror show!

All them snowflakes yammering

About equal pay for equal work,

And all them women going nuts

Because some businessman’s a jerk?

God damned libtards raising hell;

He’s just trying to have some fun.

Mark my words, this won’t end well;

They’ll come next to take our guns!

One day soon, they’ll pay the price

For quitting our lord, Jesus Christ!

Ode to Silicon

What silly substance seals your engine

While it lubricates your brakes,

Also keeps your hands from burning

And won’t stick to baking cakes?

What magic metal polymer

Helps to make your dry flies float

All while doing double duty

Shedding raindrops from your coat. 

When it’s in its other form

A partner at both work and play

This stuff makes computers work

And lets you use your phone all day.

You can’t escape this silly stuff; it’s always within easy reach

In every sky high satellite and under foot on every beach.

No Child’s Mythic Mystic Journey (version 2)

Through this driving, bitter, rain,

Off to Grandma’s once again.

Sadly muted Christmas songs-

No one wants to sing along.

Only mournful background sound,

Dragging all our spirits down,

Drowned without a hesitation

By adolescent recitation

Of somber death, poetry

From the nineteenth century.

Perfect mirror for my mood-

Spending hours with this brood!

I must ask you, my old friend,

Will this winter ever end?

America: beaten black and blue

I saw three young men clad all in black

Except for bright white tennis shoes.

I’m rather pleased that my first thought

Was “They could use a fashion muse!”

No sense of dread came rising up

From deep within some hidden core

Of long forgotten biased fears.

No deeply planted racial lore.

Just three young men clad all in black

All wearing bright white sneakers

Out for a stroll this Saturday

Not some heartless violence seekers.

Perhaps they want more festive dress.

I pray they avoid unpleasantness.

Who Let The Droogs Out?

Three times now, since Tuesday,

They’ve been there with their guns,

Four young men in camo tees

Lounging against the tailgate.

Their presence isn’t new; they’ve been there many days,

Lounging against the tailgate

Rapt in friendly conversation;

There without their guns.

I see them now in different light

Than I did those days before;

These four young men in camo tees,

Lounging against the tailgate,

With their pistols on their hips,

Rapt in guarded conversation.

Will We Rate A Kinder Fate

What might we regret
in lonely final hours
and we contemplate our fate?
~
Might we not regret
all our reckless use of might
without due contemplation?
~
Or might we regret
a timid intervention
allowing fright to triumph?
~
Or might there be no regrets
because we acted in good faith
after careful contemplation?