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Idle Hands
02/13/19
Nowhere to go, Twiddling my thumbs. Feeling a little low. Is this what it’s like, to be a bum?
Then sense returns And with cadences stern reminds me of lessons already learned.
You’re only a bum if you do nothing this day So get on your feet and be on your way!
Look at the map for awhile If you feel lost. It’s probably in that pile That you meant to toss.
Find your way to purpose and fate. Don’t worry, no one cares, If you’re a little bit late.
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Celebrate!
Celebrate! Celebrate! The Great Deed is done!Anger, Hate, and Cruelty have at last been overcome!Margins were narrow and the effort was great.Yet such a relief to know there is an answer to the actions of this enemy of every state
Resistance Goals
04/11/18Â
The enemy has passed the gates. He’s conquered every guard. He lies and steals without care, our cherished ideals he has marred. Those who would stop him are not there. Heralds cry and shout his crimes to an angry crowd, Yet nothing changes, the flood of lies remains just as loud. I’ve heard the cries. I see the bad. Nothing I’ve done stops this lad. So stop the noise about what he’s done. Tell me how to some distant land make him want to run.
07/16/18
11/15/2018  We’re getting there. Do not doubt. The time will come when we conquer this lout. He will go down, of that I’m sure. We’ll scrub and scour the walls of power, until his taint is gone. Some day soon, democracy he will cease to pawn.
2/4/20Â Â
Celebrate! Celebrate!
The Great Deed is Done
Anger,hate, and cruelty
Have at last been overcome!
Margins were narrow and the effort was great.
Yet it is such a relief to know there is an answer to this enemy of every state.
It’s not the purge of the body politic we all hoped for.
But at least we cleaned out some of the muck and the gore.
Absence
I went away
I flatter myself and think you missed my scattered notions.
A new focus now holds sway
Work and toil amidst various potions
A black hat does not grace my head
I spend time settling fur babies in their beds.
So I ask pardon for making you wait
I fear there will be less material to serve as bait
That draws you to the reloading of pages
In search of poetry in all its stages.
I will return, from time to time
But the flood has passed and it grows harder to find the rhyme.
I wish you well in your efforts at such
I hope my words, your memory will clutch.
4/23/18
01/14/19
04/21/2019
Useless Words
Why do you tell me of things I cannot change? Is it only to inspire terror? or would you spread a misbegotten intellectual mange?. If a spark is fed to fire, an extinguisher is required. If none is provided, the consequences will be dire Don’t advertise the problem if the solution you will withhold. That is unabashed cruelty, revealing a heart kept icy cold. False hope will rend the soul before the body fails. The only reason to offer it is to hear others moan and wail.  If you will reveal the monster, tell me where to find the sword. I don’t want to try and fight termites with nothing save a wooden board.Â
01/14/2020
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New Hope.
I have nothing new to say, only recycled thoughts greet the day.
Dreams and visions have left my head. Pushed out by fear and worries and looming dread.
It’s all old news and none of it good. I won’t display it on screen or pulped wood.
That would only hurt the stubborn and the brave. They are needed by the world to save what’s left, so it will grow and overcome the monster who delivered the first blow.
Bring that down and we may find Hope.
Finding it would be good.
I’m tired of trying and failing to cope.
The three tigresses having fun (by Tambako The Jaguar)
We’re entering a dark age
Of Ignorance and hate.
Fed ancient tales of ghost stories and Fate.
Tyrants lording it over,
Declaring themselves first among all.
While those paying attention
Look for the proverbial cannon ball.
Moronic Mango
Moron in the morning,
A fearful prospect for those in charge.
Selling the soul to Evil is a mistake that will loom large.
If others are not to know, one must remain in charge.
Evil will pretend to listen and encourage one throughout,
but one must work with materials given, even when they’re witless louts.
If you want to sell the lie, then Evil needs an effective disguise.
Power and Success must radiate out, so Experience and Costume must suggest compliance is wise.
What to do when the facade begins to crack?
Will you then be able to get your old life back?
Can you control your puppet with the looks and wits of a mango fruit?
Or will there be a collision between your head and society’s boot?
02/16/20
Apathy’s Tether
Darkness rules, as if it is mid- December.
I sit here, trying to remember
The time when generosity was my creed
Trying to recall, the last time my soul cried
For a stranger in need.
It does not come to mind
Now it is only for family and friends
That sympathy I can find.
Hurt any one of these and I will rise to fight
Yet the pain of strangers is a mere flicker of the dimmest form of light
What poison has seeped into my soul
And created this monster tethered to Apathy’s pole?
(c)
02/08/2020
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Wordsmith’s Wish
Calling out to wordsmiths living near to me Come and trade in language, your words I’d like to see. Bring your pen and paper and sit beside my chair Write your favorite words, the ones you think most fair. In return I’ll grant you praise, or possibly critique. In hopes of raising up the bar, I would not have you meek. I hope you’ll return the favor and show me how to grow As a crafter of what preserves everything we know.
02/04/2020
Captain of Poetry
10/31/17
A captain on deck, the mind behind the game,
directs wind and weather, himself to entertain.
His power bestowed by spirits of air.
Wind from lungs, fit to declare.
His mastery of language supersedes all.
So to the world he issues his call.
Take joy in sound and rhythm and tone.
Worry and watch and gnaw at the bone.
Dig out the marrow of the truth and the lie.
It’s not quite a sickness, but it stays with you until you die
2/4/2020
Difficult Visions
It’s hard to watch a vicious fool flood the land with fear. It brings conflicting desires, fight back or get out of here. There is no sword that I can swing, To me his head he will not bring. I cannot reach him and cannot run. It is a most disturbing conundrum. To growl and snarl accomplishes naught Nor do deep or repeated draughts What to do, to solve this woe? Tell me please, because I don’t know.
02/13/18
06/20/18
02/04/2020
Not my President
You say you represent, I say it is not so. You stand for things that were rejected not so long ago. You seek to pull the world back into the past, I can only hope your rivals defeat you. I don’t want your dreams to last. The majority despises The admired will resist Some of the misguided repent Whatever else you may be, You are not My President.
03/12/18       Lest anyone forget… Â
07/16/18
2/4/2020
And the cat shall rule
—And The Cat Shall Rule—- It’s time to wake, my human. You will not tell me nay. For if you dare to try it, it’s for mercy you shall pray.
Rise, my loyal servant. Place your feet upon the floor. There is no food in my bowl, You must provide some more.
Wake and serve your feline god. Submit to me you will. Or claws and teeth may prod, And do what is more painful still.
Well done my humble servant. You have met my requirements all. You may leave my exalted presence, But must return at my softest call.
Why, you ask, must you serve and care, For my slightest need? Because my cuteness demands it, It is the feline creed.
Ever since humans met us They recognized our worth. They painted symbols on their walls Recognizing our rule over their turf.
Now our image glows from many boxes of light. How can any deny that it is our feline right? We will bring you joy, between our bouts of pique. But you must never disturb our nap, or allow us to appear less than chic.
2/4/2020
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Fundamentals of Eternity
09/18/18 ©
Perception is a lens, That when light bends, offers us a view of the past, the present, and the future. All tied together by time’s suture. And if we cut the tie that binds, Will all reality then unwind? To find the answer one walks a long and torturous path For the numerically challenged, Math. Math.
02/04/2020
Shipping Words
10/17/18
A ship of the imagination flying before the breeze. A cargo of words, the quartermaster is a tease. He won’t let them loose for less than his price. A bottle of whiskey, a roll of the dice.
2/4/2020
