Will you write to me
Of fallow fields
Or bounteous yields
Of herb and spice
To brighten the palate
Or bury the dead?
Which is better stated
In a letter created
To satisfy the need
To get a bead
On where we are headed?
What would your words mean to us?
What would it matter?
Keep your words off the page
Or I ‘ll be mad as a hatter
Before all is said
And I am done.
No letters, please.
No promises.
No warnings.
Better to believe it all
Will look better tomorrow.
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Out with the old.
In with the new.
Throw away society
Is nothing new.
Long lines of history
Started this brew.
Custom is not custom made
When everyone agrees.
No person better than another
If we could truly see.
Celebrations followed time
In its global rounds
Until the ball with all its hopes
Dropped roaringly to ground.
I wish you Happy New Year
Both with joy and dismay
That too many doors will shut again
On this new year’s first day.
Across the globe
We hear the whoosh and slam
of shutting doors and clicking locks
where too few give a damn.
On this day I resolve
To open wide my doors
And to welcome in with grace
Those seeking a safe shore.
FIND THE WORDS 12/27/2021
Sometimes there is nothing more to be said.
Words lie too pale
to leave a trail
on the page
for others to follow.
Thoughts are too hollow
to offer comfort or recourse;
too shallow
to ease pain and remorse.
One step at a time.
One word at a time.
One breath at a time.
One sigh at a time.
Not enough words to rhyme
nor steps to mind.
We falter and fail
hands gripped to the rail
too frail to climb up,
too weary to climb down. Undecided too long.
Afraid to be wrong.
How can we build back better lacking blocks to build letters
to forms words to create stories,
to restore narratives of glory?
Reset the game
we are determined to play.
Reset the rules
and restore the ante fools
have laid bare,
offering nothing but a prayer.
A prayer without words.
Find the words!
Tell the story!
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Is this how the world ends?
of violent means,
and a virus that portends
With a scream
ever-changing threats
to those ill used or well.
How can we tell?
We cannot.
We must not.
Instead,
Our story must be
how we overcame
with a love untamed
by fear or dread
as we bury our dead.
Too much change.
Too fast.
Too many lost
to count the cost.
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October winds clear the skies
Of sleep about the eyes,
Snoozing in the last heat
Of summer daze.
Awakened by her cold touch
On heated skin,
Alarmed and shaken,
She stretches out
Our dreams of summer.
October takes no hostages.
She is honest and direct.
She makes no effort
To lull us back to sleep.
Despite the long nights
And short days,
Or because of them,
We must remain alert.
Winter nears.
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Aphorisms can be useful tools
When put to use to fix
the broken places .
But when worn in a belt
Around the wasted space
They merely hold us down.
“Look at the glass half-empty
But see it half -full“
Does not change its contents.
A glass filled with lies
Is still poison
To the soul.
Before raising the glass
In toast to the past,
first fill it with truth.
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Where pigs fly
And trees walk
The earth churns
And dreams unfold
As nightmares.
What we know as truth
Unravels whole cloth
And comes undone
Baring our naked fears
As nightmares.
And thus, I dream of pears
And manchego cheese
Sliced by the knife of fear
Lower than the gut
Of mankind’s survival.
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Hiding the details,
heavy mists rise from over-heated earth
thus, we cannot see.
Frosted windowpanes of ice
Grab the heart
Twisting into thought
All we thought
We knew
Of civility
Of compassion
Of wisdom
To protect
A beloved country.
We need a slow warmth
Too
Much
Heat
Too
Fast
And all will shatter.
Sun shadows
Are all we can afford
For now.
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January 6 Investigative Committee
JANUARY 6 INVESTIGATIVE COMMITTEE 12/28/2021
Secrets erode our fall from earth.
Heaven is too far to know
from whence we came
and how far we have fallen.
No one really knows
if truth be told.
That is a matter of faith
unsure
Unstable
unstoppable
like earth’s wobble
through endless space.
Despite the gravity of the situation,
or because of gravity,
still we fall
deeper into unknowing,
reliant on faith.
Perhaps senseless,
or at best clueless
until the secrets are told
and we able to behold
the truth
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